Lois Lane Is Fucked Until She Loves Wonder Woman

Sex, in Lois Lane's experience, was something that could be measured in minutes. Even when she looked forward to an epic session of lovemaking, meticulously plotted out all the preparation—shaving, douching, enema, shower, haircare, makeup, sexy lingerie, perfume, lubricant, clean sheets, just the right music, maybe some toys, condoms—once the time actually came, it was a rare partner that could last for double-digit minutes. She'd never once gone even a full hour, unless you counted the multiple breaks for him to get it up again.

Of course, Lois Lane had never made love to a woman before, much less a lust-crazed Amazon. No erections to lose, no remission period. Wonder Woman grappled with Lois, rolling around with the reporter on the ground, her hands grasping and squeezing the reporter's body, mouth kissing her fiercely around the face and neck...all the while their legs were locked together, and the reporter could almost feel the Amazon pumping something from her cunt into the reporter's.

Though Lois tried to fight back, to escape the holds, to turn her head and avoid those hot lips, that seeking tongue...she couldn't stop her own body from betraying her. As she lost count of the minutes, Lois felt Diana's thumb press against the erect clit, and the reporter's whole body seized up as white bliss filled her. It was only the first of the involuntary orgasms, and as Lois momentarily relaxed, panting, into her lesbian lover's arms, she heard Diana say clearly:

"I'm going to fuck you until you love me."

Butterflies in Lois Lane's stomach. She wanted to say that it didn't work like that. How love was more than just sex, that it involved deep connections of friendship, love, mutual compatibility, shared interests and experience, that it developed slowly over time—

Wonder Woman's mouth closed over Lois Lane's own, in a kiss of such intensity that Lois could hardly breathe, much less speak. The taller, stronger Amazon gripped Lois in a hug, her muscles moving with amazing control as their cunts kissed and rubbed together. A slight pain in Lois Lane's stomach...no, not her stomach. Somewhere deeper inside of her, down below her belly button. She told herself that the whole idea of a woman impregnating another woman was impossible, that genetics didn't work that way, that women couldn't ovulate like that.

As it happened again, Lois was less sure about that. About a lot of things.

The fuck session went on, far past anything that Lois had experienced. Wet fingers, slick with saliva, reached around and explored the virgin hole between her buttocks...and Lois gasped and squirmed as her self-declared Amazon wife breached that previously unexplored territory. It was too much. Far beyond anything that Lois had experienced, or thought she might experience in this life.

She wasn't sure exactly when she began to fuck Diana back. Her lips kissed Wonder Woman's neck. Her hands ceased pushing away, and began to squeeze those big breasts and tease the hard pink nipples, which were swollen but sensitive. Traced the faint white lines of scars...here a sword stroke...there an energy blast...almost invisible on the skin, but Lois could feel them...and when at last Diana gave a satisfied little sigh and relaxed a little...the reporter found that she didn't immediately try to squeeze out of the grasp.

Instead, they sat there, panting and sweaty, hugging each other. Lois Lane's cunny felt raw, and her stomach was slightly distended, like a hard little potbelly. Just some bloating, she hoped. But a part of her wondered. If she had been ovulating...well, bloating was typical when she had her period...

The reporter raised her head to stare into Diana's blue eyes...and there was something there, a softness that she had never seen.

"I love you," Diana said, and Lois felt that butterflies sensation again, stronger this time.

"I...love you too," Lois said. She tried to tell herself it was just chemicals in her brain that made her say it. Dopamine, serotonin, orgasm after orgasm scrambling her around...but a part of her wondered if she didn't really mean it.