Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What is Lois Lane's plan?

Attack The Shrine!

Instinct guided Lois as she turned away from the cultists and smashed at the assembled offerings on the altar. Bottles broke, candles were overturned, strings of condoms came down—and the cultists were too shocked, for a moment, to even respond to this desecration. Spurred on the reporter gleefully seized on the main focus of worship on the altar—a great gravid ceramic idol, a grotesque thing with a bulging belly and breasts marked out with carven whirls, with an ugly stump of a head.

"No!" The priestess shrieked, and dashed for Lois. "You mustn't! You—"

The reporter's hammer came down on the stony stomach of the idol, and there was a resounding CRACK that echoed throughout the hallway. Lois's hand went straight through the egg-shell thin ceramic, and from within, driven by a tremendous pressure, a white stream burst forth from within. The stream, like the spray from a firehose, nearly ripped the hammer from the reporter's grip and hit the priestess full in the face, sending her flying.

Lois heard shrieks of alarm from the cultists, felt hands grab at her, and the ammonia smell of the white stream that continued to burst forth from the crumbling idol assailed her—and Lois recognized what it was, as her arm came down smashing at what was left of the gravid form.

Cum. Like some titan's ejaculation, impossible in its sheer amount, the pressure. If every man in Metropolis came at once, they could not have made such a terrible and prodigious eruption of seed.

A shock ran up her arm as the hammer smashed down through the ceramic. The form disintegrated before her ****...and as the idol broke into a million pieces, an ocean of semen seemed to burst forth.

The weight of it was heavier than water, hit Lois Lane like a freight train, and threw her back. Her head smacked against something hard, and darkness took the reporter, swiftly and completely.