Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Do They Clean Lois Up?

Licks Her Clean

Mutagenic, rang through Lois Lane's mind. It made her shiver worse than the thought that the faux-Vixen might have some disease. Medical science could cure syphilis, but mutation...it was a horror that the reporter didn't want to contemplate, but now faced.

Literally, on my face, she thought, hoping it was just her mind imagining her face tingling.

Then she felt something warm and wet run over her cheek. It was a sensation that Lois hadn't known for years, the familiar puppy-kiss sensation of a tongue licking up ice cream. Only this was no animal tongue. It was human.

Lois shook, trying not to think about who might be cleaning her off...or if they were aware of the danger. Someone was taking a figurative bullet for her, the tongue moving methodically over her nose, onto the cheeks on the other side. The reporter tried not to twitch as it swept gently over her closed eyelids, ran tentatively over her forehead, and then more definitively over the reporter's lower lip.

They did that eager-puppy thing, the seeking tongue sweeping into the reporter's nostrils, clearing them of any cum. Lois had to hold her breath until the operation was finished. Then it was down her chin, along the line of her jaw...her benefactor really working to get every drop, wherever it had landed.

The only place it hadn't gone yet was her lips...and Lois could feel sticky ropes of semen there. She kept her lips tightly shut, not daring to open them even a fraction of an inch. Hoping to maybe, just maybe, get away from this whole situation without becoming a freak.

There was a pause, the sound of several deep breaths. Lois still couldn't smell anything except jizz, but there was something...underneath it, something familiar, like a perfume or...

A mouth engulfed hers. Not in a kiss, but the lips simply locked over her own. The tongue returned, licked off the last of the offending jizz. Still the tongue came back, running over and over the reporter's lips, as though **** to be let in...and Lois wasn't sure how to respond.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Lois dared to open her eyes...and stared at Maria, the young woman's face tilted, her eyes closed.