Chapter 9 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Refuse The Drink

"Thank you, but I'm not thirsty," Lois smiled, trying to project calm instead of nervousness.

The lavender-haired woman smiled, not ungently.

"No, you are thirsty." She whispered. "Your mouth is dry, your tongue is parched, your lips cry out...kneel."

Strength seemed to leave Lois Lane's legs as she collapsed onto her knees, bringing her face nearly level with the woman's crotch. Her breath was hot and dry in her mouth, tongue like sandpaper, all the saliva suddenly gone...and the ancient sorceress shrugged out of her gown, letting it fall to the floor.

The body was flawless in a way that spoke not of gyms and diet, but of magic and immortality. No scars graced that flesh, none of the tiny imperfections of anatomy that gave charm and character and beauty to all women. The body of Circe was that of a marble statue brought to life, somehow ageless and too perfectly cold and symmetrical for true beauty. Like an elegantly made car, it could be admired but not adored.

"Drink," Circe commanded, and Lois knew, instinctively, that she didn't mean wine this time. Unsure of whether it was through her own will or some magical command, the reporter opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the outside. Bitter liquid greeted her tongue, the tastebuds melting as she lapped at the juices, wanting more.

"Drink deep," The sorceress urged, hands sliding onto the reporter's head now, long fingers massaging her scalp.

"You would not believe me if I told you this," Circe said as the reporter's tongue split the ancient, hairless pussy and slid into the tight, wet depths. "But rare is it that I engage in the arts of Lesbos. It is only a mood that comes over me every few years...to feel a woman's touch, to caress soft flesh and feel it quiver beneath my hand...and to those of my lovers who are very good, I sometimes gift a boon..."

Lois was only half-listening. Her mouth was still painfully dry, and the little fluid she slurped from the immortal cooch was barely enough to coat her tongue. She needed more...much more...

"...but only after I have ruined you for all men."