Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How Does Circe Ruin Lois Lane's Pussy?

Make Lois Cum Her Brains Out

The fist inside Lois Lane's pussy pulled down. Circe's mouth latched onto the reporter's clit. Lois shuddered uncontrollably. Her hands dug into the sand, her hips wouldn't stop quaking. She could barely process what she was feeling...and then the green fire spread from Circe's obscene kiss, and Lois felt her pierced cunt contract, squeeze, an electric wave spreading out from her body so that her thighs tensed so hard they hurt, her spine arched, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Lois Lane had never been multi-orgasmic. Oh, she had enjoyed orgasms, but her pussy was sensitive, and the sudden plunging of a prick into her depths was never enough to get her off. She had never really cum with a partner before. Only by herself, when she had plenty of time and a good swath of lube to help get her going, to just focus on those parts of her body that made her feel good. She enjoyed sex, but she only really got off by herself.

Until now.

The climax didn't stop. Circe tugged at her pussy-piercings with her teeth, the hand was moving slowly in and out, and Lois Lane's toes were curled in the sand. It felt like an electric current ran straight from the reporter's cunt to her brain, and Lois couldn't stop, could barely breathe, couldn't even think. The sensations were overwhelming, better than anything she had ever felt before. Her pussy was unnaturally sensitive, her whole body hot and sweat. Air came in brief gasps into burning lungs.

It was as though the sorceress was playing her cunt like an instrument. That subtle tongue swirled around the clit, brushed her urethra, licked the wrist at the entrance to her poor tunnel, tasted the sweat dripping down the shaven, tattooed mound that had only a little while ago been bare of any marking or piercing.

Uncontrollably, the reporter began to squirt, and the sensations increased. Green fire was creeping along her limbs, up her neck, and Lois Lane knew nothing else as her orgasm went on and on and on, losing all sense of time, of self, of her mission. Until the green fires of Circe's magic seemed to reach her brain.