Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Can Circe Find Them?

Circe Finds Them

Green flame burned between the naked, drunken sorceress' hands. It burned brighter, growing, and she held it clasped between her palms like it was a solid thing. Deftly, swiftly, the ancient witch shaped it, stretching and pulling the raw flame until it hung in the air like a great oval flame. Lois Lane stood behind her, staring over Circe's shoulder, watching as the great emerald shape took on substance...depth...until it was like looking into an infinite black abyss rimmed with flame, like the iris of a great burning eye.

"Diana Reynolds...Mara de la Cruz...Tonya Wong...Jenny Dunlap..." The witch intoned, the drunken slur almost gone.

In the dark portal, an image formed, pale and flickering, like the reflection of a reflection. Lois stared in fascination.

Four faces, engulfed in lust. Lois recognized the four missing women, though she had never seen their faces like this. Cheeks flushed, irises wide, nostrils flaring, tongues lolling...no, not lolling...licking...

Circe growled. The green flame dimmed for a moment, her limbs trembled. Lois looked down and noticed her doggy dick had begun to dip. Instinctively, the reporter reached around and grabbed the sagging shaft, rubbing the strange cock and stroking it gently. As the cock grew stiff again, the green flame flared, and the image grew clearer.

All four of the women were licking and mouthing a tremendous scarlet cock. The reporter could barely believe the thing was real; it had to be a foot long, and nearly four inches in diameter at the base, although the final six inches narrowed down to a normal-sized head. Beneath this were two huge and hairless balls, each as big as a baseball. Mara and Tonya had their mouths on the testicles, licking and sucking.

"Where are they?" Lois asked, still stroking Circe's stiff dick.

"Close. But...something...fights me..." Circe hissed, a look of intense concentration on her face. "Faster."

The reporter felt the sorceress tense in her hand and obediently began stroking harder and faster. She had to find out where the women were...and why they were worshipping that crimson cock... The sorceress twisted her hands in a complex occult gesture, hips bucking in the reporter's hand, and she grunted softly.