Lois Does

The reporter put a hand to her forehead. She knew that her horns couldn't tingle and her pussy shouldn't throb at the thought of taking ****. It was bad enough that she had become this much of a demon already. But she wasn't a hacker, and there was no guarantee the dealer's phone would even have anything useful on it. They needed a lead now if they had any hope of moving forward.

"Give me the ****," she said.

Deadman handed her a brown pill-bottle full of red-and-black capsules. She twisted off the child-proof cap and emptied the baker's dozen of pills into the palm of her right hand. Held the empty canister under the faucet, wiggling it back and forth until the motion sensor kicked in and filled it with tepid tapwater.

"How many is a...typical dose?" Alice said, watching intently.

"One," Deadman replied. "DMN normally hits like MDMA or poppers. Increased blood flow to the genitals, loosening of sphincters, lowers inhibitions...makes penetrative sex a lot easier. In high doses it also makes the user more sensitive, opens the third eye, lets them see auras. Most folks think those are hallucinations."

Thirteen doses rested in Lois Lane's hand. Deadman wasn't discussing the other effects. Addiction. Transformation. Every dose of DMN was one small step away from being human.

"Fuck it," she said, arched her neck back and brought the handful of pills up to her mouth. The water chased them down, Lois swallowing the gel capsules, feeling the hard lozenges slide down her esophagus. Trying not to think about them hitting the fresh load of jizz in her stomach.

Shaking a little, the reporter filled the canister from the faucet again, and drank it down. She felt thirsty, nervous, a not-entirely-unpleasant heat in her belly that could be psychosomatic.

"How long before it starts to take effect?" Lois closed her eyes and leaned forward across the sink, resting her forehead on the glass.

"Ten to twenty minutes for the capsules to dissolve." He said. "That's just chemistry. The contents are magical, so they should start to affect you almost immediately after that. We just have to wait."

Almost absently, Lois noticed that Alice's hand hadn't moved from her ass through the whole pill-swallowing ordeal.

"Hey, um...while we're waiting..." The young woman bit her lip. She looked suddenly fidgety, nervous. "Would you mind if we went into one of the stalls and I ate your pussy?"

Lois swallowed a sudden bit of bile in the back of her throat. It wasn't the kind of offer she'd ever expected to get from another woman. Not the kind she'd regularly accept, either. But this was a night for firsts...

"I mean, you were eating me out earlier, and I want to return the favor," there was a weirdly sincere earnestness to the witch's begging. "And...and I kinda want the practice? I haven't...and I thought..."

"You thought that while I'm **** up and horny, my judgment impaired and my pussy soaking, you could learn how to eat out my cunt." Lois Lane said flatly.

The witch looked at her shoes. "Yeah."

The reporter felt her heart thunder in her chest. The sad thing was, wet and nervous as she was, oral sex sounded really good right now. And young as she was, Black Alice was 18...old enough to make her own bad decisions...