The Sound of Running Feet

The two women shared a glance. Someone was coming...and there was only one way out of this cavern.

Lois Lane and Selina Kyle swiftly tip-toed back to the river of sperm. Holding onto the edge, the two women lowered themselves down into the warm, flowing jizz. With their chins just above the grey-white surface, their feet could touch bottom, and the two of them could walk, side-by-side, with the current. Down into the dark chasm in the rock.

Their heads disappeared from view just before the stomping feet approached where they had been standing a minute before. Just out of sight, Lois and Selina stayed still, listening intently, hardly daring to breathe.

"Where did they go?" A woman's voice. "How did we lose them?"

"Mistress Blaze isn't going to like this!" Another woman's voice said.

"Could they have gone in the stream?" A third.

"If so, I hope they have their birth control sorted," a fourth joked.

"You four secure the area. I'll report back," a fifth said, with a tone of command. "We can't afford any mistakes."

Selina and Lois shared another glance. The other woman gave a tug of her head, deeper down the tunnel, and Lois nodded. There were obviously far too many people there for them to take on in a fight, even if they weren't soaking wet and weighed down by cum.

It was a weird experience. Their feet slipped on the jizz-covered rocky bottom. It was impossible to keep the faster-flowing, more liquid cum near the surface from splashing into their mouths. Lois tried not to think about what the one goon had said about birth control. Her panties were already soaked with cum, and as they made their way Lois kept thinking of high school sex ed talks, about how even a little bit of sperm could make its way inside. Not that she thought she had much to fear of unwanted pregnancy, but...

Lois had to smile. It felt like one of her erotic nightmares that she had growing up. Those self-same sex ed classes that had made her so conscious of and afraid of her body had played merry hell with her imagination. She had lost track of the number of times she woken up in a cold sweat, panties utterly soaked, dreaming of being attacked by penis-headed serpents or wrapped up in a cocoon of sticky white jizz shot by spiders with disturbingly huge, human-like pricks. Now here she was, almost living one of those dreams out.

The roof of the tunnel was just above their heads, so that they had to lower themselves further, those nostrils just above the surface, lips covered by the warm baby batter. The darkness became absolute. Selina was in the lead, and Lois was glad of that, because she seemed more confident, more sure in her step. It also meant she was the first to see what happened, when they emerged out of the darkness and into the light.