Lois Lane Finds A Way To Get Out From Under

Thinking fast, Lois Lane went limp. She ceased all resistance.

"Okay," she said, and stared up into Blaze's eyes. There were as white and luminous as the moon overhead. "You win. You can impregnate me. But can I pee first? Those drinks are really catching up with me. My bladder's about to burst."

The dickgirl paused. She blinked, and her eyes went back to being dark pools.

"No tricks?" She said. "You'll come back here, and we'll pick back up where we left off."

"No tricks," Lois promised...and she meant it. She had already sussed out that Angelica Blaze was a metahuman, if not some outright supernatural being. No doubt she would know if Lois outright lied to her. But if she gave Lois just a moment to get out from under, to cool off for a second, give the reporter a chance to plan.

The dickgirl backed away. There was something elegant about the way she did it, her legs folded beneath her on the bed, her cock jutting out proudly between her thighs. Lois didn't remember when exactly Blaze's clothes had disappeared, but she was naked now, the mass of dark hair blowing in the slight desert breeze...

"There's a clump of shrubbery twenty paces behind you," the dickgirl said. "Don't try to run. You won't get far here."

And the door is behind you, Lois noticed.

The reporter **** a smile on her face and slid off the bed. Her legs were shaky as she spotted the clump of shrubbery. Lois didn't know the plant, but she noticed the brittleness of the two-foot-long thin growths, and the sharp thorns that ran up and down their length. Too brittle to use as a weapon.

Lois dropped into a squat behind the bush, and thought as her water came out onto the sand...she needed a plan. If she couldn't overcome Blaze, or escape her, she had to outthink her...somehow.