Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What changes does Blaze make to Lois?

Blaze Makes Lois Impregnable

The demon's fingers found the reporter's twat. Wet as the reporter was, her back still arched as Blaze drove her hand forward. The labia spread and pink flesh stretched as, millimeter by millimeter, the demon pressed forward. Lois Lane's eyes went , crying out aloud as sensations she had never felt before crashed through her body and blasted what was left of her brain.

Deeper and deeper did Blaze's hand go...until the reporter's cunt was like a pink bracelet about her wrist...until Lois felt something scratch the deepest part of herself, where no one else had touched..and the cries of pleasure turned to pain as the demon's finger stabbed into her cervix.

"Your womb," Blaze whispered. "Is mine."

Black lightning arched from the demon's fingertip. Lois could not put words on the sensation as Blaze wove her spell. Her ovaries and uterus seemed to freeze in place. The regular procession of eggs, the monthly periods...ceased. Waiting, quiescent, for the demon's command.

"M-my womb...is yours..." Lois repeated.

Blaze allowed herself a small smile. The reporter was still suggestible, and had mistaken her words for a command...but there was nothing wrong with that. I was good for the bimboslut to know that she could ake as much cum into her pretty little cunt as she wanted, but would never conceive...unless Blaze so desired it.

Then the demon exerted herself further. Lois Lane spasmed as the black lightning washed over her body in a wave, muscles contracting and squeezing painfully against the hand in her cunny, every hair standing up on her body, unable even to breathe as Blaze worked a spell that would protect her newest slut from the ravages of disease. It wouldn't do for her bimbo to fall prey to HIV or ghonnorea...that wasn't very sexy at all.

A pentagram flared briefly around the reporter's navel...and then faded, leaving its echo in lines of pale white flesh. A mark of Lois Lane's corrupted nature. Blaze pulled her fist roughly from the bimbo's slit, which was followed by a gush of fluids as Lois Lane spontaneously came.

"There you are, sweetmeat. Perfect," Blaze ran a rough, uncaring hand over the nearest swollen teat as she licked the reporter's juices from her fingers. "Now...for your first command..."