Starfire

Zatanna hesitated for a moment. A slow smile came to her face as she thought about the orange-skinned alien powerhouse of the Teen Titans. From what she knew of the Tamranean's anatomy, Starfire might be the perfect candidate to knock up the horny reporter.

"Sure, why not. obmib ednolb ytsuB" she chanted. A shimmer seemed to obscure the air between the two women for a moment, like weird haze above a blacktop highway through the desert during the middle of the day. When it faded the raven locks of Lois Lane were pale as spun gold, her small palmable breasts were heavy hanging teats that jutted out proudly, soft pink nipples hard and erect.

"I got titties!" Lois said excited, lifting her breasts up in both hands and letting them drop. She giggled as they shook and wiggled.

"Now for the next part," Zatanna muttered, a sense of concentration on her face. With solemnity she intoned: "moordeb s'erifratS ot sioL tropeleT."

Lois Lane blinked. In the moment that her eyes were closed, there was a sensation of movement, though not in any direction she knew. When she opened her eyes, it was in a dark room. The air was more humid and it smelled of...something strange. Not unpleasant, simply unfamiliar. Like walking into the den of some unknown animal.

As her eyes adjusted to the pale glow of a nightlight, Lois beheld a naked figure lay upon a bed, the covers kicked off. Taut muscles on a long, lean form; masses of red hair sprawling down beyond the curve of her ass, modest breasts...and there, between her legs, the flaccid length of a penis. No testicles that Lois could see; the shaft emerged from just above the smooth, hairless slit.

Instinctively, Lois crept onto the bed, her pussy already wet.

She brought her mouth down to the tip of the uncircumcised cock, tongue licking at the tip, encouraging the head to come out.

Starfire shifted in her sleep.

"Friend Raven, is that you?" she murmured, not opening her eyes.

Emboldened, Lois took the whole head of the cock in her mouth, sucking gently. With surprising quickness, she felt it begin to swell—the Tamaranean was obviously a grower rather than a shower—and before too many minutes the naked reporter found herself bobbing her blonde head on the stiff shaft.

She brought her mouth off of the cock with ****, staring at the alien shaft. It was shaped a bit like a banana; there was a definite curve to it, and it was thicker in the middle than at the base or at the head, which was small and dark now that it had emerged from the foreskin. Lois Lane's breath huffed against it, the smell in the room stronger now, enough to make her dizzy...and unable to repress a little moan of need.

In a flash, Starfire sat up, eyes open and glowing with green fire.

"You are not friend Raven!" she said, voice harsh. "Who are you, you...you grimplork?"

"I'm...Lois," she smiled and pressed her breasts forward. "Sorry to wake you."

The glowing green eyes blinked. "Your grebnacks are lovely."

"Thank you," Lois said, not sure what that meant. "Wanna fuck?"

The alien cock quivered.

"My inseminator is hard. I must mate if I am to get back to sleep," Starfire admitted. "But I do not know that I should. How did you get in here?"

The bimbo smiled, suddenly stuck as to whether or not to lie or tell the truth.