Refuel

Lois collapsed back into the chair, suddenly dizzy. Her limp dick lay like a wounded snake against her thigh, and she felt weak, shaky... It was the kind of crash she normally only experienced after a ten-mile run, the almost nauseous feeling in her gut that spoke of running on empty.

Things beeped and moved around her. The lights in the room had changed, shifted to a sort of ambient pink glow that pulsed softly between white and red. Lois leaned back in the chair—was it the same chair as before? It seemed closer to a dentist's chair, padded, a recliner, moving beneath the reporter, leaning her back. Her eyelids fluttered heavily, breath coming ragged from parched lips.

People moved around her. Warm, latex-clad fingers wrapped something around her arm. A gentle tap, and then the sharp sting on the inside of her elbow. The slide of the needle going into the vein. Soft hands brought a tube to her mouth, and there was a roar in the reporter's ears but she could hear them say something, an intruction...

"Drink."

Lois put her lips around the tube and sucked. Warm, salty liquid flowed into her mouth, gloriously wet. It ran down her parched throat, swirled around all the dry tissues of the reporter's mouth. Ran wetly down her throat to pool in her belly. Her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed and swallowed, feeling it fill her up. It wasn't ambrosia—there was a slight chemical aftertaste—but it hit the spot, her body suddenly craving it.

As the fluids hit her system and the post-coital haze dissipated, lucidity began to return to the reporter. Her cock ached. It was a strange sensation, and a not-unpleasant one, like the muscle burn after a good workout, except for the sensitive head and the urethra, which burned slightly from the **** of her ejaculation. Deep inside her, right above her labia, Lois could feel other things ache too...

And what are they? I came...was that sperm? Do I have gonads buried in there, somewhere next to my ovaries? The thoughts troubled Lois, as she slurped down more of the warm, salty treat. I mean, I came like...like nothing else. Just over and over again. How much does it take to fill a woman to the brim? I must be down at least a liter of fluid. And Diana just...took it. Christ, what if she gets pregnant?

A soft chime caused Lois to open her eyes, inner ruminations put on pause. She gazed straight ahead...and there was the screen right there, inches from her face, like staring into the surface of a heaving pink sea, the reporter finding herself lost in the swirling depths...Lois could almost see the little pink particles moving, like a billion rose petals in motion at once...and the computer's voice began to speak, and it sounded exactly like Lois' own.

"Sperm sample acquired. Excellent quantity and motility. Preparing for stage two."