Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Answer?

Addictive

Lois had never really had to describe the taste of cum before. She thought of it less as a flavor than a consistency. Runny, gooey, a viscous warm liquid that dried quickly into an itchy white film. When she had tasted it, rarely enough, it had been salty and bitter—some women had told her it was sweet, but Lois had never known it to be sweet.

Her stomach roiled, full to bursting. Lois remembered how thick it had been, like drowning in soy sauce...thick and nasty. She had drained every drop. So she gave the only answer she could.

The curtain parted. The milkmaid smiled.

"There's more." She pointed toward the chained figure with the impossible club of a penis. A white dollop hung from the inhuman piss-slit.

"I...I can't..." Lois swallowed heavily, feeling her belly slosh. "I can't drink anymore."

A strong, callused hand grasped the reporter's wrist and pulled her inside. "You don't know your own limits."

It was warm inside the room, with an animal heat, an overwhelming male locker room stench. This close Lois could see the fine lines of runes on the chains that bound the creature.

"What...what is he?" She asked, feet dragging with every step.

"Lord Satanus," the milk maid's hands moved to Lois shoulders, shoving the reporter gently but firmly down on the stool. "My brother. Bound to service for a term."

"Your brother..." Lois' head felt dizzy. The smell was intoxicating...she felt drunk, the room spinning, light-headed, pussy wet, mouth drooling, stomach painfully bloated. A hand grasped the back of Lois' head and gently pushed the reporter's face onto the great cockhead. It was the size of Lois' fist.

"Don't think." The milkmaid's voice was sweet, commanding, with a hint of a Mediterranean accent. "Just drink."