Disrupt The Ceremony

They snuck down the passage, wary that anyone had heard the explosion in the wall...but as they came to the next chamber, they saw that no-one had paid even the smallest amount of attention, and for good reason.

There was a ceremony in progress.

Two great braziers flanked an altar, the flickering flames burning aromatic woods and incense to fill the chamber with strange, sweet-smelling smoke. Red curtains hung like tapestries around the walls, and the two women hid themselves behind one of these, leaving just a small gap for the reporter to peer through.

In the center of the chamber were four women, naked and bound with red silk sashes, were arrayed in an obscene parody of the human centipede, mouth bound to ass in a chain of analingus. Lois shivered to see them there, for she recognized the four women that had gone missing, the ones she had come here to find...and maybe save.

At the front of the chain stood a naked woman all in red, dark horns curling from her scalp. A lean, hungry-looking fiend with the whipcord body of a marathoner, not an ounce of spare fat, even her breasts small and hard and pointed, like a human built along the lines of a greyhound...and she had a cock, a small red phallus with two great dangling testes beneath it, grossly oversized for her frame, like a pair of ripe avocados.

"Now shall you partake of my essence...and as it flows through you, so shall it flow through her behind you, and behind her, until the last when I take my place, and draw your purified orgone into myself, again and again, my strength blossoming stronger and stronger, until I ascend to godhood!" The demon pontificated in solemn tones.

"What do we do?" Lois whispered, as the demon grabbed the woman in the front of the line, a terrified blonde that the reporter recognized as Jenny Dunlap, and began to fuck her face, heavy ballsack slapping against the bound woman's chin.

Circe got on her knees behind Lois. "We must stop her. Focus on something happening to Blaze...I will provide you with the stimulation, as before!"

So saying, Lois felt a pair of hands spread her cheeks apart, and a warm, wet tongue slide across her labia as the purple-haired sorceress planted her face in the reporter's ass to lick her pussy from behind.

Lois instinctively began to crouch, legs bent, knees shoulder-width apart, to give Circe better access. She could already feel her thighs burn, and had to stifle a moan as the immortal sorceress' tongue plunged into the hot depths of her cunt, the tip almost touching the small ivory wand lodged deep inside of her...and the familiar heat began to build inside of her.

The reporter was not normally able to climax with someone else. Oh, she enjoyed sex as much as the next woman, but reaching orgasm had never been exactly easy with a partner. Now though...watching the scarlet shaft piston in and out of Jenny Dunlap's mouth, the other three women in the centipede shuffling and moaning, their tongues licking at the assholes of the women in front of them, and Lois could feel her own cunt being eaten out...the scene was weird and it was working for her, body heating up, face flushed, bare toes scrabbling at the cement floor...

Focus, Lane, she told herself. Can't waste this orgasm...got to focus on doing some magic...

Lois tried to imagine Blaze being blown away, like the wall had been. Hard flesh melting off the bone, turning to ash...but it was so hard to concentrate, her finger slipping down to rub her engorged clit, watching the dickgirl pump her cock in and out of Jenny Dunlap's whorish mouth, imagining the stream of jizz that would travel through all four women.

She rubbed harder, unable to stop herself, biting her tongue to suppress a moan. Circe was getting into it too, holding onto Lois Lane's legs, tongue lapping faster and faster, eating her pussy like it was leaking ambrosia...and the climax came, shivering through her body before Lois expected it. Her toes curled and her back arched, the power inside of her building to a fever pitch and then releasing...but not in the way that Lois had expected or intended.