Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Answer?

It's Your Cunt

Lois said the words bitterly. In her heart, she didn't mean them. But right here and now, she knew she had ****, and that stung. She looked down at where the words were burned into her skin, felt the fat doggy dick spreading her pussy. It wasn't hers anymore. It was Circe's cunt.

"True," Circe said.

The reporter shuddered, the word melting into her brain like acid. Her cunt belong to Circe. Not just words, but something that was sinking into her soul, tying itself up into knots inside of her. Her brain twisted around the word, trying to get a handle on what was happening to her.

"I think I'd like to cum in you," Circe said.

"It's your cunt," Lois repeated, surprised at how easily it rolled out of her mouth.

Why should I care if she jizzes inside? It's her pussy.

"Cerberus cum is potent," the sorceress said, reaching around to tickle the clitoris. Lois gasped as Circe fingered her cunt, pleased to share in such pleasure. It was like watching someone wax their car and feeling a full-body massage. The reporter's hips rolled, keeping the rhythm of the fuck going. "There might be complications."

"It's your cunt," Lois said again. "If that's the way you want it."

"Hmm," Circe seemed to consider, rubbing the clit in lazy circles. Lois could feel the heat building in her body. The sorceress would take care of her pussy. The reporter had no more say in the matter than what color someone's new car was painted.

"I think I like my cunt tight...for the time being," she said at last. "Plenty of time to impregnate you later, if I get the desire."

"It's your cunt," Lois fell like a run-on machine, the phrase coming out too easily. She was getting closer to the edge now, hips moving faster, rubbing the walls of the cunt harder against the canine cock.

"But that does mean I have a load to blow," The sorceress mused. "Do you know someone that deserves a cunt full of cum, my pet?"