Abort It, Of Course

Ella Lane chuckled. One finger idly circled around one of Blaze's puffy pink nipples.

"I mean, I really want to slut it up. Can't do that carrying a baby. God, I never felt less sexy than when I was pregnant. The ballooning belly, the swollen, achy tits...I got gestational diabetes when pregnant with Lucy! It was everything I could do not to swell up into a fat cow..."

Blaze frowned. This was not according to plan. She had been counting on Ella's maternal instincts, but apparently Lois Lane's mother was determined to be the biggest slut that she could be.

That wouldn't do at all.

The demon tangled her fingers in the former reporter's hair. Invisible tendrils of power explored the interface of brain and spirit. All of the physical memories were still there...Ella was drawing off the akashic memories, the spiritual duplicate of her old thoughts engraved on her spirit. Messing with either of those was a delicate operation...

"What if you couldn't abort it?" Blaze pressed. "There are laws now..."

"Never heard of any law against a coathanger," Ella said. She let her tongue reach out to lick the demon's hard nipple. "Hey, think you can go again? I really want some more jizz for my gash."

"Put it another way," Blaze said. She visualized the five-dimensional lattice that was the intersection of Ella Lane's spirit and Lois Lane's body. The reporter's soul was separate, encapsulated in ther fertilized egg, safe. The demon saw where she could influence the one without hurting the other. "What if you didn't have to get pregnant? What if you had a...sugar-daddy to help you out?"

"I dunno," Ella said. She raised herself up on sweaty arms and stared down at the demon. "What's with all the questions, anyway? It's not like I'm pregnant right now! Let's just fuck and..."

Ella Lane's face froze. She stared down at the demon, fear crossing the former reporter's features.

"I mean, I'm not pregnant right now...am I?"

Which is when Blaze put her new plan into action.