Chapter 11 by Zeebop

Does Valeria make Lois Lane cum, or deny her that climax?

Climax Denied

Too soon, Valeria pulled away. Lois Lane gave a strangled cry of denial. The reporter moved to finish herself off, but the Latina's hands gripped her wrists and prevented her from touching her own clit. Twist as Lois might, she could not break that grip...

"Why did you stop!?" Lois said, as her body burned with unfulfilled need. "I was so close!"

"That's why I stopped," the naked woman said. She rose to her feet and tugged Lois deeper into the communal shower. "You're ready to meet her."

"The mistress?" Lois said, unable to keep doubt out of her voice. She rubbed her thighs together, but the promise of answers stirred her almost as much as her desire to get off. So she let Valeria pull her into the steam...a steam that thickened until Lois could barely see Valeria, dragging her on.

A strange smell, like rotten eggs, began to pervade the steam. The heat grew intense, like a sauna, and Lois felt the sweat drip from her. Beneath her feet, the regular tiles gave way to something that felt like stone...little rough edges against her toes...and she had the impression that they were descending, through a tunnel, the light dimming...and at last, into a wider space. The cloud of steam that engulfed the two women lessened a little, and Lois gasped as she saw where they were.

It was a kind of natural cavern, modified with electric lights. Pools of water bubbled, the surface clear but steaming, the stones around them stained odd colors by the mineral-rich waters...and laying in one of the nearest pools was a tall, lean figure, red as a boiled lobster, dark hair wet as an oil slick, dark horns curled up from a broad forehead...naked, her small breasts glistening wet.

"Welcome, Lois Lane," the scarlet succubus said. "Won't you join me? The water is lovely..."