Circe Unlocks Lois Lane's Pussy...To Pee In It

The expression on the immortal sorceress' face was unreadable. Lois Lane, nose-deep in Circe's cunt, could make out the drunken flush of the cheeks, the dilated eyes that portrayed sexual arousal...but there was something else going on behind those eyes, some inner world that the reporter could only guess at. Strange hungers and desires beyond anything that Lois could conceive.

"Get on your back," Circe said after a long moment. "And spread your legs. I'm going to unlock you."

With feigned ****, Lois Lane drew her pink tongue away from the spit-slick slit. She could still taste Circe in her mouth, slightly sour. The reporter leaned back on the chair and spread her legs. Heavy metal rings pierced her labia, tied together by a segmented metal rod so that the shaven lips were pressed tightly in a firm line. Circe brought forth the key...a long thin rod covered with small dimples...and somewhat uneasily, obviously drunk, bent over and slipped it into the metal lock.

Lois released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding as the pressure holding her labia together suddenly eased. There was a jingle as the heavy metal rings clanked against each other.

I did it, Lois thought to herself. I got her to unlock me. Now...

Strong hands grabbed the reporter's left leg and hauled. Lois Lane blinked as her leg was drawn into the air, her arms grabbed onto the chair to help balance herself as Circe straddled the right leg, stooping into a squat, until their pussies almost met.

Is she going to trib me? Lois wondered. Well, that's okay, although I think...

Circe's eyes glowed from within, a weird phosphorescent green.

"Open," she said, and Lois felt the heavy metal rings move as though drawn by magnets, spreading her labia wide. Though the reporter could not see it, she could feel the heat of the sun on her exposed pussy...and then the sorceress pressed her own slit against the spread-wide twat of the reporter.

That unreadable expression returned to Circe's face. They stayed like there for a moment. Lois became aware of how hot Circe's pussy was. Like sitting on a lap-warmer, just a hot, raw piece of meat pressed against her own, and Lois could scarcely breathe, wondering if she was supposed to move first or...

Something happened. Lois felt a sudden warm wetness inside of her. Not the normal lubrication either. It hit deep inside Lois Lane's vagina, and the reporter could feel something stretching and filling her pussy, not anything solid but just her muscles drawing back to create a space...

Circe gave off a little sigh, a tiny smile curling her lips.

Bile touched the back of Lois Lane's throat as she realized what was happening.

She's peeing in me!

Hot golden liquid filled Lois Lane's pussy, splashing against the entrance to her womb, and the reporter looked on, helpless to do anything, wondering what would happen when her pussy couldn't hold any more.