The Words of a Spell

“Per Adonai Eloim, Adonai Jehova," Angelica Blaze whispered, her voice deep and husky, murmuring the words with passion as she flexed her hips, driving the twin dicks into the bound reporter's ass and pussy.

"Adonai Sabaoth, Metraton On Agla Mathon," she intoned, and Lois felt the hairs across her body stand on end. She didn't know what Blaze was saying, not even what language she was speaking, and opened her mouth to ask...

...only for the other woman's hand to slide into her mouth, the fingers grasping Lois Lane's tongue.

"...verbum pythonicum, mysterium salamandrae," Blaze moaned as she began to press her twin cocks harder and deeper. Lois winced as the twin cocks hit deep. She could feel them rub against each other through the thin skein of flesh between pussy and ass. Instinctively, the reporter flexed her arms, tried to slip out of her cuffs...only to feel the velvet-lined restraints suddenly tighten on her wrists.

"...conventus sylvorum, antra gnomorum," the woman said, louder now, and Lois was aware of a smell like ozone. The reporter shook her head to try and dislodge the fingers, but Blaze's thumb was beneath her jaw. There was no way Lois could remove them without biting, and she wasn't sure if this was just Angelica's idea of play or something else.

"...daemonia Coeli Gad, Almousin, Gibor, Jehosua," Angelica said, her voice eager. Her hips moved faster now, and Lois winced as the cocks thrust in too fast, tto hard. She could feel the tips of the fake dicks hit the back of her pussy and deep into her colon, bringing tears to her eyes behind the blindfold. Without any other choice, Lois brought her teeth down in a **** bite.

"Evam, Zariatnatmik, veni, veni, veni!” Blaze yelled...and the whole bed, perhaps the whole building shook with a peel of thunder louder than anything that Lois Lane had ever heard. A wet, metallic fluid filled the reporter's mouth, like liquid pennies, and she instinctively swallowed.

"The spell is done," Blaze said as she paused her fucking. She pulled her wounded fingers from the reporter's mouth, and Lois gasped for air.

"S-spell?" Lois said. "What kind of spell?"