End: Achingly Empty

Lois Lane collapsed into the dirt, legs utterly weak and powerless in the face of her first multiple orgasm in...she couldn't remember. Her pussy instinctively squeezed, or tried to, and she groaned as her juices oozed out of her gaping cunny. Wonder Woman held the Amazonian artifact...and to the reporter's great surprise, ran her tongue up its surface, licking the reporter's squirt off of it.

There was so much to do tonight still. They had to deal with Blaze, rescue the missing women, return the artifact...but Diana's concerns were more immediate.

"How does your pussy feel?" She asked.

"Empty. Sore," Lois tried a grin. Her heart fluttered. Diana's face was an absolute mess, still dripping with the reporter's squirt. "I'll be alright, we need to..."

"Kiss it and make it better," Wonder Woman said, her voice like velvet on the reporter's ears.

The Amazon's mouth closed over the reporter's entire pussy and she sucked....slurped...her tongue found the entrance to her channel and began to swirl around and around, massaging the aching muscles with super strength...and then Diana pushed her face forward, until her nose buried itself in Lois Lane's carefully trimmed pubic hair, and the tongue slid around the roof of the reporter's cunt and...

"Aaaah!" Lois was unable to hold back. Her eyes rolled back into her head, back arching, buttocks clinched together, hips humped forward. With blind monkey lust she grabbed onto the Amazon's head and humped her face with **** need, and all control of her inner muscles disappeared as she squirted and squirted and squirted into Diana's mouth, the thirsty Amazon drinking it all...and when, at last, Lois collapsed, utterly exhausted, the star-spangled brassiere was dragged up the reporter's recumbent body, those hot lips were pressed against her own, and as the tongue slipped into her mouth, Lois Lane sucking on the pink muscle, she finally tasted herself.

It was so sweet.

She remembered, later, Wonder Woman carrying her in her arms as she flew over Metropolis. Forcing Lois to drink a gallon of some terrible salty fitness drink in order to rehydrate. The Amazon stripping her as though she was a sickly child and tucking Lois into her own bed in her own apartment, the Phallus of Pan on the nightstand. The conversation with the Justice League as they planned to raid the club and took Blaze into custody. The last lingering kiss, and Diana's promise to check in on Lois in the morning.

Long hours of fitful sleep and darkness.

Then, dawn broke over the city. The club from last night was a burnt-out shell. The demon was in custody. Wonder Woman alighted on Lois Lane's balcony, with coffee...and found the reporter sitting up in bed.

Naked.

The Phallus of Pan embedded in her cunny.

"I'm sorry, Diana," Lois said. "But it got stuck, again."

The Amazon gave the reporter a sultry smile.

"Well. We can fix that. You know, the Amazons have many pleasurable rites involving this artifact..." Diana said as she began to undo the straps of her armor, letting them falls to the carpet as she walked around the bed toward Lois. The heavy breasts popped free. The swaying hips. Lois Lane caught a hint of sun-kissed, muscular buttocks that made her heart stop....and then Diana sat on the bed between her legs.

"I'd like to learn about them," Lois said, shaking with need. "And maybe...you could teach me how you do that thing with your tongue?"

"It takes a great deal of practice," Wonder Woman said. "But I'd be happy to show you..."

Bound in mystic chains, the demon Blaze wondered where and how all her plans had gone so wrong...and cursed the day she had sent the reporter out after the Amazonian artifact. For Lois Lane and Wonder Woman, however, the reporter's night out had just been the moment they began to realize things about themselves...

...and if, from within the Phallus of Pan, the horny old god's essence had anything to do with the lust that blossomed between the two women, and which had derailed the plans of a clever demon...well, even an old god is not without their influence on a modern world.