Call A Villain

Lois Lane took a deep breath. The cum on her tits was cooling, but her anger boiled just beneath the surface. With calm deliberation, she closed the DMN app, then opened up a very special app. One that used a particular encrypted channel to send a meeting to a contact that owed her a certain number of favors. One of which she was about to call in.

She sent a single name.

"Now, we wait," Lois said and looked at herself. "And clean up."

"I...don't understand," the redhead said. "Aren't we going to...you know...and didn't she say not to call any heroes?"

Lois gave a mirthless smile as she rose to her feet. "We are going to fuck, yes. And no, I didn't call a hero. I called a villain."

It was ten minutes later, after Lois had wiped the rest of the jizz from her breasts and Lana had rinsed off her crimson cock in the sink, that the phone buzzed again. Lois picked it up and read the message.

"Okay, stand next to me," Lois said, and with pathetic eagerness Lana sidled in close, until their breasts pressed against each other. The reporter stared into the bathroom mirror.

"Morgaine le Fay, I call thee; on crooked wing and crooked leg my words come to thee, shining in the dark my image comes to thee, and thee to me; I bid thee speak my name." Lois said, reading from the phone.

The mirror darkened. The lights in the bathroom flickered. Lana Lang trembled as though in a sudden chill, and instinctively Lois Lane's hand found the dickgirl's hip, hugging her closer.

In that darkened rectangle, a face appeared...or a mask. It appeared to be of burnished bronze, nearly golden where it was polished. A woman's face, serenely beautiful but severe in that beauty.

"Lois Lane," the voice, a slight touch of an accent that might have been Irish or Welsh but was really neither, but something much older. "Why do you call me?"

Succinctly, Lois Lane laid out their situation—the missing women, the app, the crimson cock, and Blaze's message.

"I see. You wish my aid in your endeavour? Very well. But there is a price, which I will name when the task and the night are complete. Understand you that?" Morgaine le Fay said.

"I won't kill anyone," Lois said flatly.

"I will not ask you to," the sorceress said, the image in the mirror tilting slightly. "Now, how shall I aid thee?"