Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Does Lois Resist Her Urges? Or Slake Her Thirst?

Slake Her Thirst

The newborn cumpire emerged from the darkness to the dance floor of the club. She could smell the cum surging through the hard young bodies before her. With her enhanced sense she could tell instinctively who was sick and healthy, whether they had any STDs, whether they were backed up or running on empty...

One of the walking cum-bags though immediately caught Lois Lane's attention. He stood out from the herd like an elephant among ants, the scent of his stored sperm nearly overpowering. Acting on instinct, Lois felt herself slipping through the crowd, stalking her prey. She noticed him near the bathroom, looking decidedly out of place.

Dressed in business clothes in the mostly punk and casual crowd. Large shoulders hunched, nerdy glasses slipping over his nose, dark hair tussled. He seemed very familiar to Lois...and their eyes widened in mutual recognition as she slipped out of the crowd in front of him as if appearing from thin air.

Once he stared into her violet eyes, she had him. Lois poured her will out through his gaze, feeling an unexpected flicker of resistance, that invisible aura of power opposing her own for a moment. The cumpire poured all of her heart and will into that gaze, invisible forces clashing, a tense psychic battle that the entire club was ignorant of save for Lois and her victim. Yet he did not move as she stepped closer, and she felt his resistance crumble as she slipped her hand against his pants. His erection was instantaneous, and Lois smiled as she realized that was another of her new powers.

No man can resist me, she felt her insides seem to melt as she realized the size of the cock she was fondling. But...can I resist any man? Or am I doomed to walk the night as an immortal cocksucker, **** to my own thirsts.

She found his balls, amazed he could fit the orbs into his pants. They were bigger than hens eggs.

Questions for later! Lois told herself, sucking back drool. For now, the hunger is upon me, and I must feast!

Keeping eye contact at all times, Lois tugged at his ugly tie and maneuvered him backwards into the men's restroom, licking her lips at the feast about to come.

"Oh Clark," she whispered. "If I had only known, I would have drained your balls a long time ago."