Blaze Freaks Out, Lois Passes Out

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fucking how the fucking shit, FUCK!" Blaze grabbed her head, staring at the reporter's distended abdomen.

"You're cute when you're angry." Lois Lane's voice was dreamily. She rocked back and forth, pussy squelching. "The colors in your aura are just amazing."

"I'm human. How the fuck am I human? That should be impossible!" The former demon pinched her olive skin, wincing a little at the pain. She made a gesture with her left hand...and nothing happened. "Shit, I don't even have any magic..."

"Hmm," Lois leaned down, her swollen belly pushing against Blaze's hard abs, breasts dangling. "I looked inside you. There was a woman in there, just waiting to come out. All I had to do was take away all the bad parts."

Blaze stared at the reporter whose weight pinned her down. The pupils of Lois Lane's violet eyes were still dark and wide. The smile was dreamy. The former demon didn't resist when that mouth puckered up and planted a kiss against her lips.

"And the bad parts..." Blaze said weakly. "You...put them in your belly?"

"M'womb," Lois murmured. "S'gonna be a baby."

Pinned beneath the naked, pregnant reporter, the now thoroughly human Blaze realized how thoroughly and completely fucked she was.

She was human.

Mortal.

No magic.

All the power she had ripped from her and stuffed into Lois Lane's womb.

The former demon licked her lips. Lois began to snore.

Maybe if I...

"I would not continue that thought."

Something sharp and metallic hovered a millimeter above Blaze's left eye. Very, very carefully she looked past it...up the long length of the sword to the hand that held it, and beyond that...

"Zauriel," she named the angel. One of the few of Heaven's host on the planet, operating openly as a superhero.

"I sensed your...redemption," he said. "Truly an impressive feat."

"It should have been impossible," Blaze grumbled.

"Indeed. Except that you were only ever half-demon. Now you are...only the human part of you. No longer a threat to this world," he looked at the women being milked. "Although I shall have to see to the care of your victims, and undo the ragged ends of your plots."

Blaze grimaced. "I will return to my former power, lap dog of Heaven! And when I do..."

"Angelica Blaze, daughter of seven thunders," the angel said. "You of all people should tread more carefully. Already, your rivals fight over your throne in hell. Your slaves rebel. Your enemies have noticed the sudden absence of your power, hidden and transformed as it is within this woman's womb. If any of them catch so much as the whiff of your current, powerless existence...you will face a far more terrible fate than any that I can mete out to you."

The sword lifted. Blaze blinked...and then sighed, feeling the truth of his words. She had too many enemies. Even if she could somehow regain her power, she had no defenses against the sudden **** that would immediately followed. Blaze knew, better than most, how much evil she had done against others. They would not soon forgive or forget.

"What do I do?" she said.

Lois Lane shifted. Her pussy squelched, squeezed, and she snuggled against Angelica's body.

"Wazzagoodnam," she murmured.

"I would suggest," Zauriel said. "That you discuss that with this mortal woman, when she awakes. You have fathered her child; perhaps she would be willing to...keep you, as her paramour. Certainly, you have few other options."

Blaze knocked her head against the floor. The angel began to lower the women from their bondage. Lois Lane snored. The former demon thought about what she would say to Lois when she awoke...how to explain things...how to get the human woman to aid her. And whether she would be better served with truth or lies...