Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How Is Lois Lane's Arm?

Greenstick Fracture

Pain lanced up Lois Lane's forearm. As the Amazon lay back, basking in the afterglow of her climax, the reporter slowly withdrew her hand. Wonder Woman's pussy was drenched, but still tight, and every movement sent a shooting pain up her arm...but there was no blood, nothing breaking the skin, or even pushing against it as Lois brought her hand slowly out of the superhuman slit.

Greenstick fracture, Lois thought, gritting her teeth. Should be okay...as long as she doesn't ask me to fist her ass.

"So," Lois said. "Are you good?"

The Amazon leaned back. Lois felt her heart leap into her throat as she took a moment to admire the naked woman. She was taller than Lois, with long limbs with prominent muscles, heavy breasts, washboard abs, flaring hips...and sultry blue eyes as tempestuous as the sea. Her lips were twisted in a little smirk. Here and there, Lois could see the faint white line of a scar... a testament to some old injury...but more than anything her body seemed to reflect a lifetime of hard work and dedication to hone the gifts the gods had given her.

Wonder Woman stretched her whole body, like a cat, flexing as her arms and legs extended to their full length, body arching...and then she stood, and cracked her knuckles.

"Very. I'm always energized after sex," she reached down and lifted Lois onto her feet. The reporter felt like a child in her arms. "Although I have to warn you—I'll want to return the favor, later."

A finger lifted the reporter's chin. Diana leaned down. Lois Lane's breath caught in her mouth as those soft lips pressed against her own. The reporter found herself closing her eyes, almost afraid to move...and there was just a hint of tongue, moving against her lips. Soft and gentle and...the heat flushed in the reporter's face, burning until she felt almost feverish.

Wonder Woman straightened up with a sigh.

"Later," she promised.

Then she hit the wall...and the wall broke.