It Worked

"You...you can stop licking now," Circe said, her voice ****. "We...we need to escape."

The report brought her dripping chin up out of the sloppy slit in front of her. In truth, she had really gotten into the moment...but the sorceress was right.

Together, the two slipped through the hole that Circe had blasted in the wall. Lois felt a bit of relief to feel solid stone or cement beneath her feet, and the hair, though still hot, was now dry. They were, the reporter noted, in a brick lined-hallway, lit at intervals by weak electric bulbs, utterly ancient...1920s or 30s vintage.

Circe looked left and right.

"Blaze...the demon who captured me...is close. I am not yet at full power to confront her. We should retreat, hide; soon I will be strong enough to transport us out of here, and then..."

A scream came from the reporter's right. A woman's scream, high-pitched and echoing down the corridor.

Lois immediately started for it. Circe's hand caught her arm.

"Where are you going? I just said—" Circe said.

"I didn't come here just to eat your pussy!" Lois hissed. "Women have gone missing! I'm going to find them. If you want to run and hide, do it. I'm going to find out what's going on."

The reporter tugged at her arm, and pulled it free of the sorceress' grip. With the taste of Circe's pussy still on her lips, Lois Lane followed the sound of the scream.