Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Happen When Lois Reaches Her Limit?

Circe Finishes In The Reporter's Mouth

Pale yellow piss spilled over the reporter's body as her vagina overflowing. A few warm drops struck the reporter's lips, one of them landing in her eye. Above her, Circe tsked.

"Wasteful thing. Do you want to taste it so badly?"

Lois Lane knew what was coming before she felt the sorceress' pussy disengaged with her. For a moment Circe stood, blocking out that artificial sun...and then the woman stepped forward and dropped into a squat, bringing her dripping slit right down to the reporter's face.

She hated the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. The way the sorceress' eyes flared green as they caught the reporter's own, and held that gaze with a will of iron. How Lois felt herself opening her mouth, even without being told.

The reporter's arms came up to hold her body up, legs dangling in the air, her neck crimped at an awkward angle as Circe hovered only a hair above the reporter's face. Lois could not stop her breath, could not cease taking in the urinal smell of that raw cunt, hovering so close to her nose that if she moved her head just a little, she could bury it in her mistress' pussy.

My mistress, Lois caught herself. When did I start thinking of Circe as that?

"Good girl," Circe said as she nestled her pussy onto the reporter's mouth. "Swallow."

The warm, familiar taste filled the reporter's mouth. She let it fill her mouth, and when it almost touched her front teeth she did swallow, lips still open as Circe continued on. It must have been mere seconds—maybe a minute—of her mouth filling with the bitter liquid, followed by a swallow. Piss and swallow, piss and swallow, the warm heat of it flowing down her esophagus, stomach recoiling and yet the reporter kept doing it, mouthful after mouthful...until she was left gasping, the last few little drops sputtering down from the pussy.

Which was when Lois realized that Circe had used no magic word on her that last time. Everything that the reporter had just done, every drop she had swallowed, had been on her own.

"Now," Circe said... and Lois Lane's body quivered with anticipation at her Mistress' next command.