Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Respond To That?

Latch On

It was as if her brakes had been cut. Lois Lane couldn't stop herself as her head descended toward that soft, warm tit. Her lips pressed against the nipple, tongue sliding to taste the warm milky drop squeezed out. Thought and action were almost simultaneous.

"Mmmmh," Circe said as Lois began to suckle. The few drops of milk she'd tasted weren't enough. The reporter wanted more.

"You like that, baby?" The lavender-haired sorceress brushed the reporter's hair back. With a few gestures, she soon had Lois laying on her side, lips still attached, sucking at the erect nipple. Yet it was a dry well.

But not for long.

"Well, not how I expected this to go," Circe said, green fires playing in her hazel eyes. "But if that's what you want..."

The skin against the reporter's cheek was unnaturally warm...and then grew hot. Feverish. Lois sucked, wide-eyed, as the sorceress's breasts began to expand. The veins drifted nearer to the surface, the expanding tit-flesh pressing hot against Lois's face, blocking out all else. Even the nipple in her mouth was growing firmer, bigger, until it felt to Lois like the tip of a thumb.

"Now," Circe said, voice shivering in pleasure. "Drink."

Lois sucked harder—her cheeks hollowed with the effort, abdominal muscles clenching as her diaphragm contracted—and something hot and warm sprayed into her mouth. Not a drop or a trickle, but a steady stream that sprayed over her back teeth, and Lois swallowed, letting the warm milk slide down her gullet.