Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What's should Lois know?

My Tattoos Are Thirsty

Blaze spoke the words ominously. The drunken reporter didn't get what she meant...and then the pain in her breasts increased. Lois Lane gave a sharp cry and looked down at her breasts...and stared with awe as the white jizz seemed to seep into the dark lines of the rose-vines...and as they did so, the lines crawled out away from her areola and onto the pale skin of the reporter's small, palmable breasts. Lois could feel it happen, as though the needles were being scraped through her skin.

"Seize her!" Blaze ordered and Tyrell, his cock still flopping loose, grabbed the reporter and pinned her arms behind her.

The tattooist walked up to the reporter, a strange Mona Lisa smile on her lips.

"I had hoped you would find your way down here, Lois...but I never imagined you would deliver yourself so totally into my power."

"Who are you?" The reporter blurted. There seemed to be no point in keeping up the pretense of being a drunken slut. "What are you doing here? What happened to those women?"

"Those tattooed whores? Practice," Blaze said. One finger ran down the topless reporter's breastbone. "A way for me to master a new form of magic. It is a deceptively simple combination of spells...the ink in your skin is made from my own essence; and like calls out to like. Every drop of cum that touches your new marking will cause them to spread and grow."

A shiver ran down Lois Lane's spine.

"Get everyone together," Blaze ordered the man with the camera. "We're going to have a little bukkake session."

"You won't get away with this!" Lois said as she pitched forward and twisted in Tyrell's grasp.

Blaze eyed the reporter contemptuously.

"Sweetmeat, I already have. Will ye, nil ye, you will be my masterpiece!"