Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Doesn't Lois Know About Amazons?

Amazons Fight For Sexual Dominance

"What?" Lois said. Effortlessly, Wonder Woman's hands spread the reporter's buttocks. One finger toyed with the reporter's butthole.

"When we enter the mating phase—it is a battle until one submits to the other to be impregnated. But the act itself cannot quell our lust. A weak mate who is easily dominated becomes nothing more than a bitch to be impregnated again and again—not a warrior but a broodmare. So our instincts are to keep...fucking..." the word was wrenched out of the Amazon, and sent a shiver down the heroine's spine "...until we are either exhausted or both have tasted the pleasures of defeat."

The reporter could see where this was going, and she didn't like it.

"You mean, I have to defeat you...or you'll keep fucking me, your weird Amazonian motile-eggs invading my womb until I'm...super-pregnant?"

"Yesss..." Diana said, and for the first time Lois could see the toll this conversation was taking her. Wonder Woman was fighting her every instinct not to fuck Lois Lane into submission again right then and there.

"How much more pregnant can I get?" Lois asked.

Red veins crept into the white of the Amazon's beautiful blue eyes. Her biceps began to bulge, and Lois could feel the heat coming off the naked woman's body. Hard nipples pressed into her chest like bullets. It was like being cuddled by a forklift. A sexy, sexy forklift.

"You would be immobile by the time I was finished." She said, utterly serious. "The last time an Amazon mated with a normal woman—well, we rarely speak of the Hundred Daughters of Hypatia."

Lois sucked in a breath. The Amazon's muscles seemed to flex, her chest swelled with every breath, hands now crushed the reporter's pussy against her own.

Okay. So either I let the Amazon Princess use me as her sexual fucktoy until I'm too pregnant to walk, Lois thought. Or I do my damndest to fight someone that can trade punches with Superman. What the hell do I do?