Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Truth Is That?

The Statue Was Fucking Her On its Own

Lois Lane froze...but the golden cock did. She sat rock-still, leg muscles tensed as the metallic dick rose and fell, rose and fell, and the screens shifted until each one of them was focused on one of the women who had gone missing, tied to a mattress.

"This is who you are looking for, isn't it?" The voice that came from behind her was female, husky, with a touch of an accent that Lois had never heard before. Something Mediterranean, maybe Egyptian, maybe something else.

"Now you've found them. Do you know what they are doing? Why they are here? Shall I tell you?"

The reporter's legs trembled. It was difficult to hold this position, even without the distraction of the warm cock that squeezed in and out of her cunny. Now that Lois paid more attention to her nethers than to the screens, she realized that it felt different. Warm. Hard, but only as cocks are hard, not a bar of metal.

"Who are you?" Lois asked. She could feel her knees tremble. In a moment she would either need to stand or sit, and right now she wasn't sure which she wanted to do. Questions burned through her mind—whose cock moved in and out of her? When had the transition taken place? The skin began to crawl on the reporter's arms as she thought of the demon statue outside.

"I am called Blaze," the voice said. "You are in my temple, my sanctum sanctorum."

"Holy of holies," Lois translated automatically.

"Exactly. And now, Lois Lane—at long last—I am in yours."

The reporter's knees screamed. That was her cue to rise or sit.