For The Moment

"Lois," Deadman said from behind the reporter. "Can you hear me?"

"Hrrrrryessss," the demonified woman said, breaking her kiss with Alice. "Want fuck."

"I know you do. But there are other women like you. Can you...sense them?"

Lois Lane's nose twitched, great goat-eyes blinking. Her hips twitched, engorged clit slipping against Alice's pussy. The young woman bit back a soft moan, like a puppy trying to stifle a yawn.

"Yesss. Near." She blinked again. Her whole body seemed on edge, like a hunting dog pointing toward the downed prey, waiting to be let loose to catch it.

"We need to find them Lois. Then you can fuck Alice as much as you want." Deadman said.

Alice looked at him. "Do I get a say in this?"

Lois turned and squeezed the young woman's breasts through her shirt, the reporter's tongue running up the side of Black Alice's face.

"Gonna fuck you so good. But he's right. Work first. Then play."

Slowly, reluctantly, Lois crawled off of Alice. Fiddled with her pants to try and hold her inhumanly large clit, though the tip of it was still peeking out the top. The young witch straightened her own clothing after she pulled herself back to her feet.

"So, where to?" Deadman asked.

"The club," Lois went forward, eyes fixated on something they couldn't see. "Follow me."