Breeding Contract

"I've been thinking," Blaze said. "About having an heir to the infernal throne. But I don't want to mess with any of that wife bullshit."

The demon punctuated every word with a double-cocked thrust. Her hands held Lois by the shoulders now, the twin dicks sliding easily in and out of those holes, the reporter's augmented ass squeezing the meat as it left, as if to hold the demon's dick inside.

"I'm listening," Lois said.

"I was thinking of a surrogate...but that's...rather clinical. Cold. I want...something hot. A cunt I can fuck whenever I want."

"S-sounds more like a s-sex **** than a g-girlfriend," Lois managed. She spread her knees wider, dropping her pussy down until the clit rubbed against the felt. That felt fucking good...

"I don't want a ****. More like...a whore. But an exclusive whore. Not some...by the hour shit...but a little...quid pro quo." Blaze leaned over, burying her dicks in deep, to whisper in the reporter's ears. "I want to put you under contract. Exclusive. You don't fuck anyone else. You flush your birth control. My cocks and mine alone. And if...when...you get knocked up, you carry it to term."

Lois Lane's heart leapt. She knew it was terrible...and maybe it was just the state she was in, after all that betting and bargaining with Blaze; maybe her morality had been compromised more than she thought...but a part of her thought that sounded really fucking good.

Yet the reporter knew better than to play it easy.

"And what," she panted. "Do I get out of this? Pregnancy is hard on a woman's figure."

Blaze leaned in on Lois. Beneath their combined weight, the table collapsed. Immediately, the reporter's legs clamped down on the demon's thighs, the crimson hands tightened on her shoulders. Lois hung suspended for a moment, the added weight of her body now pressing on those cocks in her pussy and ass.

The demon stepped backwards, sat down on a chair...and levered Lois up so that the reporter was sitting in her lap. Scarlet hands shifted to grasp the reporter's augmented tits, fingers sinking into the soft pale flesh.

Lois flicked her hair and turned her head.

"What do you want?" The demon asked, looking up at the reporter astride her dicks. Lois smiled. They were negotiating now.

"What am I worth to you?" She countered.

Blaze licked her lips. "A surrogate could cost $10,000 a month..."

Lois snorted. "A whore could earn $500 a night. And wouldn't be exclusive."

The reporter planted her toes on the floor and began to lever herself up and down on the cocks. Leaned forward, reached down and grabbed the big red balls.

"I'll be Superman could pay me more than that. Or even offer to marry me..."

A growl from behind her, and Lois knew she had struck a nerve.

"Let's not fuck around with by hour or by night or by month," Lois said. "I want a number. A number so big that I cream just hearing it. A number that wipes away all my cares and qualms. Something that makes me eager to fuck you whenever and wherever you want, have your kids, anything." Lois licked her lips. "How much would you pay for me to be your exclusive whore for a year?"