Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Spell or No Spell?

Spell

Circe murmured something in Greek. She pressed her lips against the reporter's forehead. The lips burned against the reporter's skin.

The horse-cocked sorceress lay in the sand. Her impossible equine erection pointed up at the reporter's cunny. Lois swallowed. She didn't feel any different. Her legs wobbled. Even standing over her, the cock looked too big...it had to be over a foot long...

"Impale yourself."

There was no compulsion behind the words. Yet Lois sunk down. The warm, spongy, flared tip pressed against her pussy lips. A part of Lois wondered if the spell had really worked. She **** her body to press down, and the tip of the cock slid inside...just the tip...

Green fire glowed in Circe's eyes. The sorceress was smiling...and then the sand beneath the reporter's feet collapsed. No longer solid, but liquid, two tiny pools of quicksand, and the reporter cried out as she was dragged down by gravity and the sucking sand, her pussy splitting open as she felt straight down on that horse-cock.

The tip hit some obstruction deep inside of her...and Lois gasped, half in shock. Her spine straightened, toes curling in the quicksand, every muscle in her body squeezing at once. Lois was aware of the pain...it was like being punched in the womb, and she knew the weight of her body must have dragged her down so that the tip of that impossible cock was pressing against her cervix, and the pain should have paralyzed her, but instead Lois felt her pussy spasming, body shaking, mixed signals overwhelming her consciousness.

"Fits like a glove," Circe said.