Lois Is Still Thirsty

The reporter's violet eyes narrowed. With her new senses, she could feel the deific power amassed in the goddess finger-fucking herself before her. Power that could be hers. There was still milk in those tits.

Stepping forward, the armored goddess of war grabbed Harmonia's breasts and lifted her up. The topless goddess flailed madly as Lois brought her lips to the rightmost nipple, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. A cry of mingled pleasure and pain was like music to War-Woman's ears as hot liquid squirted forth.

With the essence of the goddess came...balance. Lois Lane's body stretched, growing taller, her muscles did not decrease in size and strength, but as limbs and torso grew longer, they became better proportioned. As Lois switched to the other breast, strategy and tactics flooded into her brain to balance the battle-frenzy that simmered just beneath the surface of Lois Lane's mind...and her armor molded itself to better emphasize her exquisitely feminine figure, the breast-cups molding around her immense rack, the slim waist and flaring hips, the skirt of leather tassels growing scandalously short and threatening to flash her pussy and ass with every slight movement.

When Lois dropped Harmonia on the ground, the goddess looked as if she had aged fifty years. Her once-proud tits lay saggy and stretched out, her pale skin stretched and wrinkled, though there were still hard muscles there, and her hair was shot with grey.

"I left you enough to recover," the former Lois Lane said, contemptuously. "And when you do, I shall return...for your next milking. Even the smallest army marches on its stomach, after all."

Harmonia, huffing and idly fingering her cunt, stared up in awe and lust at the goddess before her.

"They will stop you," she warned. "The other gods. They will know."

Lois Lane, the War-Woman, grinned.

"I know. That is why I'm going to strike first."