She Grabs Raven By The Tits

The reporter rose to her feet. Raven's breasts were small hills on the flat black plane of her unitard. The reporter's hands cinched around the easy handholds and squeezed and lifted, the short young woman forced off her feet as Lois Lane drew herself up to her full height, addiction fueling the sudden burst of strength.

"Bring...her...back!" Lois said through gritted teeth. She nearly vibrated with strange and terrible need, and Raven grunted in pain as her girls were painfully manhandled.

Raven's right hand twisted into a claw. Faster than Lois could see, the witch struck—stabbed downward to tap the center of Lois Lane's forehead—and murmured "Azeroth...Metrion...Zinthos!"

An electric shock went through Lois Lane's body. For a moment she stayed there, Raven held aloft by her own breasts, the fingers digging into the fabric of the witch's uniform...and then Lois half-collapsed, dropping Raven onto her heels.

The reporter bent over, opened her mouth as a sudden biological urge made manifest...and Raven held the reporter's hair back as all the Satanic splooge she had drunk over the course of the evening came out of her in a single long retch.

The crowd lost interest. They had seen drunk women go crazy and lose their lunch before.

"Uuggh," Lois said as her stomach lurched again, but it was just dry heaves. Raven grabbed a napkin from the bar and conjured a bottle of water. The reporter accepted both.

"Thanks," the reporter said.

"Don't mention it," Raven said. "But you'd better brace yourself. We still need to find Satanus."