Shazam Reassures His New Champion...With His Cock

"Do not let your heart grow heavy for Superman, daughter," the old wizard said. "For all the pleasures you might have had with him, I shall grant you. Look!"

Lois Lane looked, as the wizened old wizard pulled off his robes and let them slide to the floor. The body beneath was emaciated, wiry, pockmarked by scars; the white beard fell down a chest so thin that she could see the ribs protrude on either side...yet she could also see the hard six-pack of abs, the utter lack of fat on the frame. As grizzled and fit as some ancient Welsh coalminer...

...and then there was his cock.

It stood out from his body like a lightning rod, almost half as thick as his withered thigh. The balls beneath were the shape and color of plums...but it wasn't just the size that caught the reporter's attention. As much as the wizard Shazam's body was covered by scars, his dick was no different. There were the marks of ancient teeth along its length, ridges of pale flesh that gave the whole thing a scalloped appearance. Seven great golden nails pierced the underside of the semi-divine prick, like a ladder.

"What..." Lois said, and then the smell hit her. The rank smell of an old warhorse, of a bull locked away too long from the cows, of an ancient sportscar finally let out of the garage. It stank of tobacco and sweat and above all else the animal musk of some ancient and virile creature.

"There are mysteries I could never reveal to Captain Marvel or his compatriots," the wizard said, as his hand touched the reporter's head. "Come, my dear. Let me show you the true limits of your new powers...and I assure you, with me at your side, you will never know the want for another lover!"

Gnarled fingers buried themselves in the reporter's hair, and she felt her face, mouth open, drawn toward that powerful prick.