End: Lois Sacrifices Her Womb

"Excellent choice," Circe whispered...and Lois Lane screamed as the squirming tentacles shot upwards and ate her womb.

Hands circled around the reporter's torso, grasping her breasts and holding her up as what felt like a dozen tiny mouths bit and ate at her from within.

"Embrace the pain, Lois. Feel that empty space inside of you," Circe told her new apprentice. "All that might have been. All the children you might have had, sons and daughters...gone now."

Lois Lane howled. She felt hollowed out, bit by bloody bit, hot blood running down between her legs, body growing cold, light dimming. She cried as she thought of tiny white teeth biting into her ovaries, the little sac exploding as all of her eggs were lost...gone for good. Not that Lois had any plans to be a mother soon, but she had always thought that someday...maybe...but that was all in the past. In the space that was her uterus, the tentacles squirmed.

They were...doing things.

The sharper pains faded, a numbness spreading through Lois. She could feel the tentacles slithering inside of her cunt, stimulating but also distracting. Circe held her close as Lois felt things seemed to...attach themselves...inside of her. The hollow sensation was giving way to a sensation of fullness. Lois could feel things moving in and out, inside of her and yet...not a part of her. The apprentice sorceress's brow furrowed.

"You can feel them now, can't you?" Circe said. "It's inside you now. Your familiar. Your tie to magic."

The tentacles slid out of Lois Lane's pussy, down her legs, to melt away out of her vision...leaving just Circe holding her new apprentice's breasts from behind. Yet Lois could still feel that mass inside of her. Cold, but...alive, somehow. It seemed to respond to her.

The witch's hands released her apprentice's breasts, and slid down over the reporter's flat stomach. Flat forever now; no baby would ever grow there. The fingers found her labia, pulled the lips apart.

"It's yours to command. So command it."

"I don't..." Lois Lane said...and then she realized she did. Like flexing an unfamiliar muscle. Something slid down, down her vaginal canal. Something that sent a shiver down her spine, cool but warming up as it moved. It slid out between her legs, soft and pink, tapering to a rounded point.

"Shape it," Circe whispered. "Mold it to your desires."

Lois tried...and then, stopped. When it had come out of her, she hadn't tried, really. She had just done it. So the former reporter pictured a cock...and one came to mind, an image from the internet.

The soft pink form seemed to condense. The soft, rounded tip shaped itself into a mushroom-tipped glans, the pink darkening to a dark purple. The shaft hardened, and details from Lois Lane's memory were filled in: the folds of the foreskin behind the head, the ridge of the vein down the length of it...and in less time than it took for Lois to think of it, a hard, proud cock was jutting out from the lips of her pussy, a full six inches long, perfect in every detail.

"Very good," Circe said as she let go of her apprentice's labia. "This has been your first lesson. A small lesson, but an important one. I think that deserves a little...positive reinforcement..."

The sorceress circled around the reporter, fingers never leaving Lois Lane's hips and waist, until Circe was standing facing her apprentice. Then, very slowly and deliberately, the lavender-haired woman got down on her knees.

Lois panted as she felt the hot breath on the head of that cock. She could feel everything. A moan escaped her lips as the tongue licked the underside of the glans. As the mouth closed around the head. The apprentice sorceress closed her eyes and threw back her head as wet schlucking sounds filled the silent beach...

...and Lois Lane could almost forget, for a moment, what she had sacrificed to gain this pleasure. Already, her old life felt far away. The lost women, her job as a reporter, the future she had once dreamed of as a wife and a mother. All gone now. Circe's hands dug into the reporter's ass, forcing her mouth farther down on the shaft...and Lois Lane surrendered to the sensation, letting the night swallow her soul and her regrets.