By Getting Fucked By Their God-Granted Cocks

Lois Lane's violet eyes widened. She felt something hard press between her legs...and she stared down to see a rigid length of masculine prick extend from Harmonia's crotch. The great purple vein along the length of it pulsed against her clit and rubbed against the reporter's thighs.

"The water boils, Lois," Harmonia said. "Unless you wish your flesh stripped from your bones, I suggest you climb."

The reporter didn't even bother with a growl. Her hands shifted to the goddess' great muscular shoulders and the reporter heaved herself up from the boiling water. Not too far...Harmonia's hands still held the reporter's hips...but high enough that Lois could drag her legs free of the water and wrap them around the goddess' torso. The tip of Harmonia's prick just brushed the damp cunt-hair that dripped from the reporter's mons.

"The gift of Hermaphrodite. The Fideles are not like the Amazons. They will know the pleasures of men and women. Yet only one of them shall be mother to a new race. Only one of them will be bred. The strongest among them, the wisest, and most blessed by the gods. Their once and eternal queen."

Harmonia's eyes had lost all human semblance now. It was as if the blackness of interstellar space spilled out from them, and carried little whirls of white-hot suns no bigger than sparks.

"What say you, Lois Lane? Shall you be the All-Mother of the Fideles, the Most Faithful, blessed by the gods?"

A vision came to the reporter. An iron throne on what sat a naked human form. Her own body, hair long grown white, iron manacles locked around wrist and ankle, her stomach hugely swollen, a thin circlet mockling set upon her brow. Around her, muscular women with huge cocks feasted, fought, laughed, boasted, brawled...and sometimes turned to offer a mocking toast, or to lay a callused hand on the swollen stomach that held their new sisters, or to squeeze one of the sagging teats into their cup. Lois glowered at them, madness in her violet eyes, her thighs caked with cum. Her nights were never lonely, nor her cunny ever free but always dribbling with spunk.

It was a dark vision of the future...and Lois Lane was not sure if this was the future that Harmonia offered her, or what would happen if the reporter refused. She could well imagine being **** to breed these new Amazons against her will...

Splatters of hot water touched the reporter's bare buttocks and made her jump. Despite the heat, the reporter shivered...and as visions of such a life were **** into her brain, she felt her pussy drip, and not all of the hot liquid that rained down on the prick of the goddess was water.

"Answer, Lois!" Harmonia commanded. "Will you be champion and mother of champions?"