Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does Lois Let Circe Come Closer, Or Run Away?

Turn And Run

Fuck, no, uh-uh, no way, Lois said as she flipped off the chair, onto all fours in the burning sand, back to the sorceress and ready to run. I did not sign up for dog dick, I'll find a locksmith or a pair of enchanted bolt cutters or something.

Hands clapped onto the reporter's hips. The reporter's hands and feet dug into the sand but the grip was inhumanly strong.

"Hmm, good doggy. Already in position to be taken like a bitch. Stay."

Lois froze, ass in the air, suddenly unable to move. Something wet and cool poured down the crack of her ass. Then something soft and springy, pointed and rubbery rubbed against her exposed asshole.

"Here come your puppiesss..." Circe slurred.

The reporter wanted to scream, to shout, to say something—but stopped herself. Sure, she wasn't keen on getting a dick up the ass...but it was better than getting knocked up with puppies. Which should be impossible, but when dealing with a drunk, horny, immortal sorceress, it was better to be cautious.

So Lois Lane closed her eyes and tried to relax her asshole as the drunken sorceress rubbed her canine cock against her butt...and then one hand lifted off her cheeks as it guided the pointed tip of the dick to her virgin pucker.

"You have a beautiful asshole," Circe said, voice soft and wondering. "It's just missing one thing..."

An unfamiliar pressure against the reporter's back door. Slick with lube, the dick pierced her backside with surprising ease, the pointed tip sliding into Lois Lane's colon as though it was meant to be there. Lois grimaced and said nothing as circe began to feed more of her cock into the reporter's ass. The woman told herself to relax, try not to squeeze, to just take it.

Some women like this sort of thing, the reporter told herself, feeling the heat of the sun on her bare back, sweat dripping down off of her. Lois could feel the pressure increase, her asshole starting to burn as it was **** open wider and wider. It was uncomfortable and unpleasant and a part of her really wanted to just run for the bathroom but she couldn't move.

Then the hot bulk of something pressed against her butthole.

Oh no, Lois realized. It's the knot.