It's My Cunt!

The reporter growled the answer. She had enough of this insufferable immortal. She might be well and truly fucked, but she wasn't about to submit to this dog-dicked witch just because she said...

"Cum."

The word echoed through the reporter's body. Her muscles seized, pussy clamping tight, aching asshole shooting cum out of it. An electric current ran up her spine, breath suddenly hot as the reporter's insides seemed to melt, toes curling in the warm sand, tits aching, whole body shaking...and for a moment, Lois couldn't think at all.

It last, as all orgasms do, for mere seconds...yet it left Lois breathless and panting, exhausted and weirdly energized. Still sitting on the witch's cock. Lois Lane tried to get her body to move, to rise...

"Cum."

She fell back down on the dick, the pointed tip spearing even deeper inside the reporter as she spasmed uncontrollably, squirting her juices out onto the warm sand. It lasted longer this time, and Lois couldn't fight it, just ride it out. When she could feel it almost over she leaned forward...

"Cum."

Lois Lane had never been multi-orgasmic. It was something outside of her experience, and now her mouth opened in a wordless howl, nipples so hard she feared they might burst, lungs burning because she couldn't get enough oxygen in them, limbs aching as though the muscles might tear themselves off the bone. Her clit throbbed, needing to be touched and yet cumming anyway, and she felt weird aches inside of her, as her cervix opened and closed, gasping for semen that wasn't there...yet.

Circe held the reporter's hips lightly, indulgently, riding out the reporter's orgasm, enjoying the sensation as the reporter screamed in unwitting pleasure, her tight pussy squeezing her canine cock as though she would break it off.

When Lois did finally stop cumming, she was breathless and exhausted, leaning forward, the dick still hard and embedded deep inside of her. Circe never relaxed her grip, not for a moment...and very briefly, the reporter felt the brand right above her pussy. The statement that declared who her cunt belonged to...and a part of her knew that it was true, even if she escaped from this madwoman, there was no escape from what she had just felt.

"Now," Circe said. "I want..."