Let Them 69 For A While

Water poured into the White Room. On the floor, the two mermaids splashed against one another as the water lapped against their hips, mouths eagerly sucking, slurping, and kissing at each other's slits. As the level of the impromptu tank rose, the gills along neck and torso began to rise and fall, in an effort to extract oxygen from the water.

Lex Luthor stared at the biometric data with avid interest.

"Fascinating," he said, utterly oblivious to the sloppy moans and slurps that emanated from the speakers. "I was afraid they might require different salinity requirements, but their gills and lung structure showing similarities to both euryhaline fish and aquatic mammals, able to survive in a wide range of salinities..."

As the water level rose, the natural buoyancy of the mermaid bodies took hold. Lois felt herself begin to lift a little. Mercy Graves' tongue, longer and more prehensile than before, slid deep into the crevice between the reporter's legs...and the reporter gasped in pleasure, the burning heat between her hips unlike anything she had felt with a man...or as a human. Indeed, she could feel the pins-and-needles sensations within her as the kryptonite-induced changes took hold in her internal anatomy for some fine-tuning. What it was, the reporter had no idea...but a sense of burning anticipation grew inside of her as Mercy Graves eagerly flapped her great tail, the mousy brown hair of the bodyguard fanning out in the water.

Lex Luthor focused the room's sensors on what was happening with Lois Lane. There was an uptick in body temperature within her core...several hotspots suggested activity in her reproductive system. The scientist mused idly how these Kryptonite mermaids reproduced. Was she preparing to ovulate like a human, or spray out modified egg-cells like a fish or frog for insemination? If so, he would need to send a drone into the rapidly-filling pool to collect a few samples for testing and analysis.

Lois Lane's gills flared along her body as she panted, nearing a familiar crescendo. She was going to cum...and new instincts saw her drag herself down the smooth skin of Mercy's underbelly, away from that probing tongue, down toward the bodyguard's own snatch...but to do what, the reporter did not know.