Lois Lane Becomes A Demi-God

A taste of Ares' semen and a mouthful of Harmonia's milk had already transformed Lois Lane beyond any exercise regimen. The reporter was taller, broader at the shoulder, her muscles larger and more defined, her breasts swollen and proud—she looked the part of an Amazon of old, a warrior the match of any man.

Yet that first sip of seed in her drink had been the tiniest amount of the war-god's concentrated essence, diluted with ****. What poured into the reporter now was something more—the raw power and fury of battle, an aspect of his own being detached and sucked down the reporter's lips. The violet eyes flashed...began to glow from within...and as the deific energies bonded with her soul, so did the reporter's body begin to change to reflect her new status.

The raven-dark tresses grew darker than night, the flesh pale as marble. The muscles, already swollen, grew denser and harder as mere mortal muscles became as strong as spring steel. The calcium in her bones subtly shifted configuration, microscopic diamonds replacing and reinforcing much of the structure. All throughout her body, her form was subtly maximized for strength, speed, stamina, agility—and her mind burned as that terrific intellect and insatiable curiosity was expanded and honed.

In certain specific subjects, Lois Lane was now a genius—anatomy, tactics, strategy, and biophysics were all so clear to her now, almost instinctive. Every memory of combat and warfare she had ever had now stood out in crystal clarity, and Lois made connections now that she had never made before. The best way to a man's heart (up and under the rib cage), the amount of torque needed to twist off a human ear (10 foot-pounds), the smell and taste of blood, the roar and rush of holding a weapon at a firing range.

Beyond that...there was power. Lois Lane was now more than the strength of her limbs and the hardness of her bones. Her mouth worked harder, sucking out every last bitter drop of Ares' seed, feeling the godly **** within her that ached to be unleashed on some worthy foe.

"Enough!" Ares said, pulling the reporter's hair to drag her mouth off of his cock. "You have power enough for your purpose, War-Woman!"