No, Of Course not!

"I mean, you seemed feverish so I put a cold cloth on your head, but other than that..." Angelica tilted her head a little, her eyes lingering for a moment on the reporter's bare breasts. Lois could feel the nipples were swollen and stiff. "No, I didn't take advantage of you. That would be...I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd enjoy making love with you, but I'm not a rapist."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. She still felt tired. Achey. Her head throbbed a little. Worse, her body felt grody; she had sweated like a pig under the heavy covers. What she wanted, more than anything, was for Angelica to turn around so she could scratch her pussy and take a shower and maybe sleep for a few more hours.

"Yeah, sorry. I just had...weird dreams," Lois said. The reporter's gaze was drawn to Angelica's clothed breasts...the bulge in her crotch. Still remembering the fragmentary cobwebs of her dreams, vague ideas of a demonic dick penetrating her every hole as terrible laughter filled her head.

That sly smile spread on the dickgirl's face. "And I was in them?"

Lois snorted. "Yes."

"Sexy dreams?" Blaze pressed.

"Sexy nightmares. Fever dreams. Drug dreams," Lois said, and then reached down and heaved the blankets off. "Anyway, I stink. I need a shower..."

She tried to stand...and automatically, Lois realized she was in trouble. Her legs had no strength in them at all. Knees collapsed and she headed toward the floor. Angelica Blaze lurched forward, catching the naked woman in her arms...and lifted Lois with absurd ease.

"Man, those drugs did a number on you," Blaze countered. "How about a sponge bath?"