"Lick me."

Lois extended her tongue. It touched unfamiliar skin, hair. The reporter almost recoiled. She had to **** herself to keep it there, to extend it further. Like running her tongue through a thin carpet, warm skin underneath. Until she could feel the shape of the furrow.

"Follow the folds. Explore. You know what this is."

Hands bunching into fists, the reporter did as she instructed. Whatever else she was, Lois Lane knew at that moment that she wasn't a lesbian. There was nothing sexually exciting about this to her. Tongue and lips slowly traced the pussy, up and down the slit pressed against her face. Her upper lip rubbed against the little cave where the clitoris hid, down the labia to where the lips met again, and the musty taste gave way to a slightly bitter flavor.

"Raise your hands now. Spread me apart. Slowly."

The sorceress' voice was calm. Calmer than Lois imagined her own voice would be at the moment. She **** her fists to unclench. Raised her hands, feeling blindly, trying not to touch the other woman any more than was necessary. Which seemed silly, given the circumstances, but the whole situation was just so unsettling... With her thumbs, Lois gently parted the labia. The little flaps of skin were larger than her own, and protruded outside a little bit. Lois found she could stretch them to touch the top of Circe's thighs without effort.

"Now...lick me again. Inside."

The reporter's tongue tingled as it slipped into the wet slit. Like dipping it in soda or lemonade. An acid sourness. The inside slick and wet. Muscles moved as, unbidden, the reporter began her exploration once again. It was different this time...the inner geography so much more delicate, quivering, complicated. No hair to get in the way. In her mind's eye, Lois imagined herself licking raw muscle, tongue running over exposed nerve fibers, and it was more than her imagination that she felt an electric quiver run through the sorceress' thighs. The pussy was getting hotter too, blood flooding the tissues...

"Now...remember how it feels when you get eaten out," Circe sounded like she was breathing harder. "What made you feel good. Try and do that. I'm going to try and concentrate the power. I won't...won't be able to talk for a few minutes. But the closer you can get me to orgasm, the better."