Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What's should Lois know?

My Tattoos Make You Thirsty

No sooner had the words come out of Angelica Blaze's mouth than the craving hit Lois Lane. Like most women, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't overly enthusiastic about the taste of cum. She had, on occasion, made a show of eating a lover's seed, but it had always been just a show. The real dicksnot was bitter, salty, and disgusting.

That was why it shocked Lois as she scraped the dickgirl's cum off of her glistening tattoos and crammed it into her mouth. The reporter's salivary glands went into overdrive, and her stomach rumbled. It reminded Lois of a time when she was doing track at university, and her sugar had crashed—she had been weak, shaky, with an intense craving that made her cram food into her mouth as fast as she could.

Except this was more intense. The reporter scrapped the jizz off her tits with the singular need of a dehydrated animal in the desert dying of thirst. Sucked it down without a thought, barely able to taste it. And as soon as it was all gone, Lois Lane raised her head, nostrils flared...

...and she saw a drop dangle from the dickgirl's pisshole.

Like a wild thing, Lois dove for the cock, her mouth open, tongue extended. Blaze laughed cruelly as she caught the reporter's head in one hand, and held the reporter at arm's length, away from the cock.

"What's a little hex between friends?" the tattooist said lightly. "I thought you'd enjoy that little gift Lois, so I wove it into your very soul. No matter where you go, no matter how long you live, from this moment on you'll always be a cum-craving slut!"

The words shocked Lois back into a moment of sanity. Her stomach ached as if she hadn't eaten in days. Eyes fixated on that drop of sperm. Nostrils drank in the scent. It took everything the reporter had to restrain herself from twisting around in Blaze's grip, to try and get a handle on her new, all-consuming craving.