Chapter 13 by Zeebop

How does Lois answer?

Lois Scratches At The Vent And Begins To Pant and Whine

The wolfwoman's haunches quivered. Her whole body arched up, on point, black claws scratching at the vent. Nostrils flared, drinking in the scent. An unfamiliar sound, high-pitched and needy came from the back of Lois Lane's throat. The intense heat between her legs filled her body, fur rising on the wolfwoman's body. A kind of arousal that Lois had never felt before...primal, almost overwhelming.

"If you want that wolf-cock," Mercy Graves said. "Then stop scratching at the wall and sit."

A growl came to the reporter's throat, her lips peeled back over her fangs...but her conscious mind was still in control. She needed to get out of here, needed to play along, at least for now. Or she might be trapped like this forever.

So, fighting her own instincts, Lois **** herself down from the wall, onto her haunches. Nostrils still flaring, drinking in that masculine smell. Every nipple on her chest stiff and aching. Her palms on the floor before her, the pads swollen, her mouth hanging open and panting hard as she tried to dump body heat.

"Good bitch. Let's throw you a bone..." Mercy said.

Invisible seams came into focus as part of the wall moved, slowly sliding aside...and Lois saw that it was a doorway into another white room, a mirror copy of her own. The smell grew stronger. The reporter's tongue lolled outside her muzzle. Violet eyes narrowed as she saw the other figure. Dark black fur. Piercing blue eyes. A body not quite human, but not yet wolf either. The shiny pink tip of a cock poking out its sheath. In a moment, Lois realized that all the time she had been smelling him, he had been smelling her...

...and as soon as the door had slip open far enough, the male pounced.