Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Does Circe Do?

Duel With The Crimson Cock

The dark portal wavered and rippled like water, and seemed to thicken. Slender, feminine hands, as blood red as the cock, pushed the women away. The cock jutted forward, and Circe followed suit, pressing her canine dick right up against the portal...until the two seemed almost to kiss.

Yet there was some friction there, some dissonance, the cocks slipping past each other. Lois Lane felt at that moment that she was caught in some small part of some arcane struggle, one that went beyond her mere five senses...and all she could do was stroke the sorceress faster, near the base, trying to keep away from where those twin phalluses were dueling.

It was a duel, Lois could see that much. The twin tips rubbed and slid against each other, space bending as if they could feel each other but not quite touch. Lois had never quite seen anything like that—not since her college days, when Lois Lane had snuck into the football players' locker room and watched the post-practice "sword fighting," the homophobic pricks getting their jollies off on private without anyone to question their heterosexuality.

Yeah, but the assholes all like a finger in their butt while getting a blowjob, Lois remembered one of the cheerleaders telling her.

The green fire grew, the darkness almost encompassing Lois and Circe, so that it seemed as though they stood (or knelt, in the reporter's case) before a great black wall. Now Lois could see their enemy clearly...a woman, at least in form, lithe and spare, tall and naked, with dark horns curling back from her brow, and eyes like two white holes poked in space. The only masculine part of her was the immense cock and balls that pressed obscenely against Circe's borrowed member.

"Devilish bitch," the sorceress muttered, green flame burning her eyes. "No jumped-up hellspawn will get the best of me. Darling," she addressed Lois. "Get behind me and push my hips, as hard as you can."