Drain Ares Dry

The former reporter's hands grabbed Ares muscular buttocks. Her eyes burned with violet light as she stood up, hefting the god of war into the air, legs dangling as she sucked harder...and Ares screamed in sudden page.

Harmonia took a step back, eyes wide as she saw her father shrink within his ornate armor. The massive muscles diminished, the bracers and greaves growing loose, the helmet clanging against the pectoral that was now too big for him. His fists came down on either side of Lois Lane's head in a blow that would have crushed the skull of a mere mortal...but only caused blood to flow from the new demi-god's ears and nostrils.

War-Woman continued to suck. Her throat gulped as she swallowed not his seed, ut his divine essence. With every moment, he diminished, and she grew. A little taller. Muscles larger and more defined. Within seconds, the flailing God of War looked like a weedy nerd, his skinny prick caught in the swollen lips of a bodybuilder. The reporter's jutting breasts were bigger than his head, forming a shelf that he straddled as the diminished God of War strove to break free.

With a snarl, his now too-large armor falling off of him, the half-naked Olympian lurched forward and sought to bury his thumbs in the reporter's eyes...and was met with a flash of purple light that charred his arms to the bone, once-mighty fingers crumbling into ash. Desperately, the dying god turned to his daughter...and saw her ruthlessly fingering her slit, nostrils flaring, eyes dilated.

A rattle burst from Ares' throat...and with a gasp, his body broke apart, falling to the floor as a grey dust.

War-Woman licked her pillowy lips. Her body burned with her stolen power. Thighs as thick as tree trunks, biceps larger than her entire torso had been. She was naked...but at a thought, the armor of the fallen god rose into the air and twisted to cover her. A breastplate that could accommodate her massive breasts cinched tight, greaves and bracers marked with black spikes, a skirt of black leather that covered her naked crotch...and the former mortal's hair rewove itself into a black mohawk as the helmet settled on her head.

She turned to stare down at Harmonia, the goddess unable to stop frigging herself as the new Goddess of War grinned.