Check To See How Badly Constantine Is Hurt

Lois Lane knelt down. Her lower body throbbed, deep within. She couldn't believe how wet she was, but she tried to push it out of her mind...to focus on the problem in front of her.

"Did...did I hurt you badly?" she asked.

Her hands touched the shoulders of his trench coat, and she almost recoiled. It was like touching the skin of some beast...and yet Lois couldn't deny the thrill that went through her body at that brief contact. The reporter's hands shook as she pressed her palms against his shoulder more firmly, and rolled Constantine over onto his back.

"You...busted my bollocks, love," John Constantine said with a grimace. "But that's not important, you...you need to call Zatanna. Get some help. Don't...don't make contact with men..."

"Maybe it's not that bad," Lois said. Her hands trailed down the arms of that coat to where the magician cupped his injured testes. "Here, move your hands, let me see..."

"S-stop," Constantine said as the reporter's hands closed on his wrists. "You don't know what you're doing! It's just the magic...trying to get you to breed. That its purpose. You can fight it..."

Constantine was in too much pain, and Lois Lane felt a sudden surge of strength as she pried his hands away...and yes, there was an erection there, visible through his pants. A feral grin creased the reporter's features.

What are you waiting for? The devil on her shoulder seemed to say. He can't resist you. Hell, he was asking for it. Go on...what man wouldn't want this?