End: Lois Screams Like A Banshee When She Cums

In her sexual life, Lois Lane had rarely been in a position where she could give voice during the act. While masturbating at her father's home or university, she had to flick her bean as quietly as possible, stifling even the softest moan. During her occasional liaisons at hotels and one-night stands, she had allowed herself to be a little louder, though not loud enough to scare her lover. In her own apartment, habit as much as anything else kept her quiet, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.

Sometimes it seemed to Lois that she was keeping inside herself a primal scream of pleasure that, so long denied, would tear her apart if she ever let it out.

Now...under the bed, with potential **** and discovery above, and Wonder Woman's wonderful tongue polishing her pearl, Lois felt it build inside herself...more than anything she had ever experienced. It was the first time in her life that Lois had done anything like this, had come this close to being discovered, had been brought to the crux of climax by another woman in such circumstances...

...and when Lois Lane tumbled over the precipice, her pussy gushing into Diana's mouth, her whole body contracting as though afraid it might explode, and electric wave of pleasure bursting out of her pussy and throughout her body...Lois screamed.

It was a mad banshee howl, so loud that it obliterated the muffled moans above. Four women stumbled and fell out of bed, asses hitting the carpet, naked bodies scrambling away from the haunted, unholy, primal scream that ripped itself from the bottom of Lois Lane's lungs, like a wolf caged all its life finally allowed to see the moon full and bright over a dark and cold forest. Lois trembled, shaking, tears streaming from her eyes as the howl of pleasure seemed to resonate in her own skull, shifting into a different range, diminishing in volume and intensity only as the air in her lungs ran out.

Red hands touched the carpet. A curious face peeked under the bed. Skin as red as fresh blood on virgin parchment. Dark horns pressed into the carpet. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris, which widened in recognition as they peered into the shadows.

"Lois Lane?" Blaze said. "i wondered where you had gon—"

The reporter's fist jerked out, smacking the demon right between the eyes. Scrunched beneath the bed as she was, there was not as much **** to the blow as Lois would have liked...but the shock of it sent Blaze tumbling off the bed.

"Hup!" Wonder Woman said as she stood up.

For a moment, Lois Lane saw the naked demon sprawled on the carpet. Face a mask of confusion. Looking part the naked reporter's shoulder to where the princess of the Amazons stood, the reporter's pussy-juice dripping down her chin, the bed held over Diana's head in both hands.

Then Wonder Woman brought the bed down on top of the demon with a crash.

The Daily Planet's Greatest reporter had the wit to clamber out of the way as the naked Amazon lurched forward, her muscles gleaming with sweat. Blaze was trying to rise when Wonder Woman's fist cracked against her skull. The first blow was followed by a second. Lois turned toward the other naked women, huddling in the far reaches of the room, as Wonder Woman knelt on the floor and repeatedly punched the demon in the head.

Lois recognized these women. She knew their names, their faces from social media profiles. They were the missing women that Lois had been searching for. Gripping the nearest one by the shoulder, she uttered a question. When she didn't get an immediate response, Lois shook her, hard, and asked again. The stunned woman stammered a response, pointed at the costume closet...and then Lois ducked inside.

When she emerged, it was with Wonder Woman's golden lasso in her hands.

Things happened very quickly after that. Lois watched in awe as the crimson-skinned demon was hog-tied and gagged by the golden lasso, which burned and glimmered, biting into the naked flesh. The costume closet provided clothes...and the naked women provided explanation of Blaze's brothel operation.

"Probably some lust-enhancing artifact or something," Diana said soberly. "I'll call the Justice League—or maybe the Shadowpact. Get the mystics to take care of Blaze, and to cleanse this place."

"And I'll call social services and the police, get some help for these women," Lois Lane added.

Blaze sullenly gnawed at the golden strands that held a pair of silk stockings in her mouth, unable to exert her powers while bound by the golden lasso.

So it was...and long hours later, the last of the women was led away, to reclaim her life; the demon was imprisoned in some mystic prison on the Rock of Eternity, Lois Lane had enough material for her article...and she sighed, tired and exhausted. Her throat hurt. All the exhaustion of the night was on her.

Which is why she was unable to protest when Diana picked her up easily in her arms.

"I don't know about you," she said. "But I could go for a hot bath. There's one in the Themysciran embassy...and they have pure olive oil, for deep tissue massages. An Amazonian specialty. Trust me, you've never felt anything like it..."

Lois Lane looked at the Amazonian coolly. "As long as you mind me making a bit of noise."

Diana's laughter echoed down the alleys of Metropolis...and Lois Lane closed her eyes in her lover's arms as her night out came to an end. She wasn't sure what would happen in the future, what the cause of Wonder Woman's incredible sex drive was or if she would be able to keep up with it, but for now, at least, she was content...and there were far worse ways, Lois told herself, that the night could end then rubbing her cunt against a naked demigoddess.