Epilogue: Lois Lane's Magical Life

Lois Lane's cock awoke before she did. It stirred inside her panties, blood rushing through the soft tissues. In her waning dreams, Lois moaned and gasped. The purple head pushed itself out of the band of her panties, a bead of moisture on her little slit. Her hips bucked, unconsciously, her cock threatened to burst...

The reporter awoke, as she had for the last month, on the verge of orgasm. She stared ruefully at her "wand." Circe had left her very specific instructions, if the reporter wanted to improve her magical power.

So she rolled out of bed, hr balls feeling cramped in her panties. Lois knew that she should start wearing boxers, but she still thought of herself as a woman, even if she had a dick now. Her body was certainly still that of a woman; the extra testosterone hadn't made her start growing a beard or her breasts smaller.

Pushing herself to her feet, Lois began her morning stretches. Before Circe had taken her as an apprentice, Lois had preferred pilates. Now she moved herself through certain yoga positions. There was a throbbing ache inside her crotch, her new prostate. She hadn't cum in six days, and it felt like an omnipresent presence inside of her, something that she was constantly aware of. Every movement of her hips made her want to hump something, every short skirt and flash of cleavage made her hard...

After Lois finished the position, her cock had gone limp. She peeled off her panties and began to stroke her shaft back into life.

"But mistress..." Lois asked. "If I'm not supposed to cum, why don't I just wear a chastity cage or something?"

"Because what you aim for is not artificial constraint, but self-control." Circe had told her. "You want to be able to bring yourself to erection at a whim, to cum when you want, and to not cum when you don't want. A cage would simply become a crutch for you to lean on, when what you really need is to master your own sexual desires."

So, No Nut November it was. Lois stared at herself in the mirror, pink nipples hard stroking her own dick. Trying to get as close as she could to cumming without cumming. If she let her magical energy build up enough, she would be able to manage an actual spell tonight...

Lois let go of her cock at the last moment. Her hips bucked, her balls were taut...but she closed her eyes and focused. A white-knuckle grip on the sink as her cock stood there, ready to explode, heart racing in her chest...and then she breatheed. In and out. Just like during the yoga. Focus, focus...

The cock, by degrees, lowered until it was horizontal, and then it began to soften, until it was resting against the sink.

The reporter pulled her cock away, balls tingling as she took a very cold shower.

"Your sexual desires," Circe had told her, "Are not something to be ashamed of. Embrace them. Explore them. Allow yourself to drown in lust. Look at the world through your senses, and feel the sexual energy in others."

They had practiced, sitting naked, an arm's length apart. Far enough that Lois could smell the sorceress's clean skin, the wetness of her pussy. The reporter breathed it in, cross-legged, her dick a rigid pole. Trying to clear her mind of all the intruding thoughts. The sudden urge to ****, to kiss, to fuck, to rub...and slowly, slowly, as Lois let those desires sink out of specific imagery to a general sea of desire...she became aware of the burning pillar of desire that was her mistress.

Lois gasped, mouth dry, suddenly breathless. It was like a hungry toddler meeting a woman starving to **** in a dungeon. Circe smiled, and Lois was almost blinded by the naked lust in that gaze.

"Yes. You understand now. This is the price of power."

"Hey Smallville," Lois said, aiming a playful slap at his butt. He could have dodged if he wanted to, but Clark Kent didn't...and the reporter's award for her little sexual harassment was a painful sting that ran from her palm to her elbow. "How's my favorite piece of ass?"

Clark smiled back, and pushed his black plastic glasses up his nose.

"You know Lois, you shouldn't do that. If somebody saw, they might get the wrong idea?"

"Oh? You mean they might think we were sleeping together?" She drew close, and reached out to straighten his tie. Breathed in his cologne, and underneath that...yes, the warm, musky, masculine scent. Her voice dropped into a whisper. "We could, you know. Nobody else has to know. I might surprise you..."

Their flirting had grown more daring the last month, and Lois knew it was the throbbing need between her legs that was driving it. The extended sexual foreplay made her hard, charged her batteries. And if he actually took her up on it? Well, maybe Lois would finally get to practice something of what she had been learning from Circe.

Just the thought of that made Lois slip into her sexual awareness mode. Clark Kent was like the sun itself, too bright to look at directly...but whereas Circe's lust was controlled and trained, his felt undisciplined. A dam that was destined to break. So much power...and Lois knew she could use it.

She pressed her breasts against his, careful not to let her crotch press against his. That was a surprise neither of them was ready for, yet.

"What do you say, Clark? Want to go back to my place after work? I can feel how tense you are...how much you need it. I do too. Wouldn't you like to get to know one another...a little better?"

"Lois, I..."

His heard turned, attention diverted like a dog that heard the pork chop hit the floor.

"...I have to go. I'll...I'll see you tonight?" Clark managed as he dashed out the door...and then he dashed back, grabbed her in his arms, and planted a kiss straight on her lips. Lois Lane was shocked...they had never gone so far...and her cock swelled hard and she nearly came right there in his arms.

Then he dashed back out, and was gone. Leaving the dickgirl reporter with a hardon that she struggled to control.

"Tonight," she said. A week of pent-up seed. "You better not blue ball me, Clark Kent!"