Inseminate Circe

Lois Lane blinked, sure she had heard Dr. Blaze correctly but not wanting it to be true.

"What?" The undercover reporter asked.

Dr. Blaze pulled open her white labcoat and pulled down her pants. A hardening dick and bulging balls strained against a pair of black lace panties that looked suspiciously like the ones Lois had been wearing when she had entered the club.

"The client paid to be inseminated tonight. She's ovulating," Blaze reached over and gave the **** sorceress's stomach a pat. "Wants a baby. This is as good a time as any."

"I'm...not sure that's true," Lois said. After all, if Circe had come to this brothel wanting to get knocked up, why all the lesbian-play with Lois? Dr. Blaze pulled the panties down to let her cock hang free.

It was a little over average length—six and a half inches, maybe—but thicker than what Lois Lane considered the "norm" based on her dating experience. Not quite as thick as her wrist, but definitely the kind of cock that Lois would still be feeling the next day, if it pumped into her own cunny hard and fast.

"Are you sure we should be doing this so soon after her...procedure?" Lois said. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of inseminating the **** Circe. It felt very much like ****.

"Of course! This is the best time. Insemination can be painful you know. Here, scrub your hands clean, glove up, and grab that speculum," Dr. Blaze was stroking her cock with her left hand and pointed with her right. Not sure what else to do, Lois did as she was bid. Ran her hands under the water. Scrubbed down to her elbows and rinsed. Took a pair of gloves and snapped them on her fingers.

I shouldn't be doing this, Lois thought as the sense of foreboding grew. I mean, this is wrong, isn't it? I know Circe is a villain...

She grabbed the speculum and let out an **** sigh.