End: Lois Lane Is Not The Praying Type

Suspicion flared through the reporter's brain, even as Wonder Woman's tongue found the reporter's sticky cunt. She was more than willing to believe that beneath that golden brassiere beat the heart of a lesbian, she was even willing to believe that Diana might even have fallen for Lois after somehow impregnating the reporter with her bizarre Amazonian anatomy...but the fact that the princess of the Amazons couldn't keep her tongue out of Lois Lane's pussy for two minutes was more than improbable. It defied belief.

Belief... the reporter thought to herself as Diana dug in. The reporter's palms were flat on the altar, and she stared straight ahead at the squat, ugly, gravid idol. The stub of a head seemed to stare back at Lois. The gravid tits that were flattened over the monstrously round belly seemed to mock Lois, as if to tell her: "This is what awaits you."

Even with a super-strong tongue busily exploring her cunny, scraping up and down the inner lips of her labia, the panting reporter's brain worked furiously. Diana had said that this was a shrine...that there was power here...she had been trapped behind the shrine...

Lois Lane didn't know what had happened to the missing women. Was still unclear who was behind this. But someone had captured Wonder Woman, and that same person had to have set up this shrine. Why? Maybe as a way to control her...or keep her here...or just to influence the Amazon. The reporter's suspicions cemented into hard certainty. This shrine was a trap...and there seemed to be only one way out.

The reporter lurched forward, so that a strand of saliva connected the Amazon's outstretched tongue and Lois Lane's pussy. Lois seized on the statue and heaved it upward...and then brought it down.

There was a mighty crack, as though bottled thunder had been unleashed. It shook Lois and Wonder Woman to their core...and then Lois saw something gold glitter amid the ruins of the statue. Diana's hand slipped into the broken statue...and pulled forth a golden lasso, a pair of bracers, and a metal tiara.

The heat seemed to subside. Lois shivered. It was as though the sexual desire had drained out of her, and she was aware now of the aching soreness in her abdomen, like a bad pregnancy bloat and the aftermath of hard sex. Diana stood up and looked around.

"Are you, uh...okay?" Lois asked.

"Yes," Diana said. With her bracers and tiara on, the statuesque Amazon appeared comfortably dressed, even if she was still stark naked. Instinctively, Wonder Woman coiled the lasso. "We should find clothes...and return with help. This spell is broken, but I would know who cast it on us, and why."

"Us?" the bottomless reporter said.

Diana turned and her lips twisted into a smirk. "Lois Lane, do you really think you would allow yourself to be seduced and impregnated so easily if you were not under the influence?"

Lois blinked. She hadn't even considered that whatever had affected the Amazon had affected her as well.

"Come! There is much to be done."

Lois Lane had so many questions left..about their relationship, about how Diana really felt about her, the pregnancy, whether she would ever finish eating her pussy...but as her eyes drifted down to that toned, muscles ass, she realized that she would gladly follow Wonder Woman anywhere.