Lois Would Like To Escape

The reporter shook her head. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I'd like to get out of here."

"We might be able to, if you eat my pussy."

Lois sighed. The darkness was getting to her, and she couldn't really tell where Circe was. "Can you be serious for a moment, please?"

"I am being quite serious."

Lois heard the tiniest shuffle of cloth, like a dress hitting the floor.

"There are many forms of magic, Lois. The first is the development of one's own energies and natural abilities; the second is drawing on the natural powers of the world around you. Third is the invocation of extradimensional forces, gods and demons. Fourth...is nigromancy, necromancy. Drawing on the powers of others, against their will."

Hairs went up on the reporter's neck. She backed up, toward the wall, but careful not to touch it. The air was too warm and close now, and she felt trapped...almost claustrophobic...

"This prison blocks my access to my normal sources of power. but now that you are here...I can tap your energies. Together we might escape this place..."

Lois Lane's hands closed into fists. She didn't like where this was going.

"And if I refuse?" She said, settling into a fighter's crouch, ready to punch the darkness.

"You can give it to me willingly..." The voice seemed to come from Lois Lane's left.

"...or I can take it by ****." Lois spun as the voice seemed to come from her right.

Her heart thundered in her chest, pulse pounding, body shaking as she prepared to fight...or fuck.

"What will it be, Lois?" The witch's voice came from behind her.