Suck Ares' Cock

Suck a god-cock and become a badass warrior woman, or don't suck a deific dick and become an Amazon broodcow. **** with two bad options, it was no real option at all. With resignation, Lois Lane opened her mouth.

She ran her tongue up the length of the flaccid dick. Unsurprisingly, it tasted like every other unwashed cock she'd ever tasted. The warm, smooth, neutral flavor or skin; salty sweat that gathered in the folds before the head, and as she knelt forward to glomp onto the soft head, she caught hints of ammonia, urine...and then, to her surprise, something else. Something that tingled on the tip of her tongue, that sent fireworks sparking in her brain.

The reporter leaned forward, straining against Harmonia's restraining arms. Her tongue slithered over the head of Ares' godly prick as it slowly began to rise. A shower rather than a grower, the long, thick cock barely grew...it simply rose, muscles forcing it to draw back, the reporter **** to move her head to keep pace, to keep her mouth licking and slurping on the swelling head, her small tongue focused especially on his piss-slit as the skin drew back from the flared glans.

Lois Lane couldn't understand it. Every swollen muscle in her body ached as she chased that flavor, that sensation...the last drip of cum in Ares' pisshole made her whole body feel afire. It reminded Lois of what crackheads had described their first taste was like, the terrible and fantastic moment they spent their swiftly descending lives chasing, the high that was impossible to replicate.

The slightest motion of Ares' hand, still gripping the reporter's skull, Lois Lane was **** back...and she saw what he intended, and opened wide as his stiff prick stabbed forward, hitting the back of her throat and not stopping. She gagged, choked, and her didn't care as his hips roughly jutted forward, the flaps of her leather skirt slapping the reporter's swollen breasts, the buckle of his thick belt brushing her nose even as his balls slammed into her chin.

Her throat burned...not simply from the ill-treatment, but because of the slimy line of pre-cum that set her esophagus on fire. The reporter quivered in Harmonia's grasp, sucking and gagging on that god-cock, the burning need inside of her an ache that couldn't be denied...

"She is ready, father," Harmonia said. "Make her your War Woman!"