Bukkake

Angelica Blaze clapped her hands once, loudly. The door opened and a line of waiters began to file in.

None of them were wearing pants.

Lois Lane pushed herself away from the table. "What is this?"

Through half-lidded eyes, Blaze stared at Lois. "You're in the beginning of a pregnancy, Lois. Your body is going to start exhibiting certain cravings. Demon pregnancies in particular have very specific nutritional requirements. Succubi have...needs that have to be fulfilled."

The last of the waiters filed in. Lois counted at least a dozen, most of them young, fit, all of them baring more or less a resemblance to one another. Brothers, cousins...and they began to stroke themselves hard. The oldest one, with a smattering of grey in his mustache and a bit of a gut, bowed and placed a funnel in front of the reporter.

"You seriously expect me to..." Lois found an edge of anger inside of her.

"Yes. Not for me, my dearest. Believe me when I say that I want you all to yourself. But for the baby."

Lois hesitated at that. It seemed fantastic, ridiculous. A demonic pregnancy that required the mother-to-be to drink semen?

"Couldn't you...?" The reporter asked. She didn't want to just come out and say it, but the rods around her were getting harder, the hair hotter and stuffier. "I mean, can't I just suck your dick?"

"It's better this way." Blaze closed her eyes. "I'm only half-human, Lois. My demonic essence will corrupt you, the more of it you ingest. If you want our child to have a hope of being...normal. Then you need to ingest more human essence."

Lois was torn. Unless she just wanted to march out of here—and risk whatever harm might come to the child—she was stuck with either swallowing the cum from a bunch of random cocks like some cum-drunk pornstar, or else sucking Blaze's dick and becoming corrupted by her demonic essence.