Cunt-to-Cunt Transfer

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Blaze muttered.

The crimson-skinned demon slowly, reluctantly sank to her knees. Lois Lane watched her curiously, and then felt it too—a hard tugging below the waist, like invisible weights hanging suspended from her pussy. She struggled for a minute to remain standing, adjusting her center of gravity...and then gave in and sank to the floor beside Blaze.

The demon was panting, growling, soft cock flopping about as she was pressed slowly to the floor. Lois felt it too. Her whole body felt heavy, and there was a terrible pressure building in her abdomen, like bloating during her period. In addition—bizarrely she also felt wet...really, really wet.

As Lois sank down onto her side, one hand on her middle, she noticed that Blaze was on her back, legs spread. One crimson hand was on her cock and balls. The demon pulled the genitals away to reveal a crimson pudendum, the pussy a dark line splitting the hairless mound, running down from beneath the testes to just before the asshole.

Her cunt was leaking.

"It...it's the oath," Blaze swallowed. "Just...d-do what feels natural."

Heeding the scarlet succubus, Lois let the **** take her, body going limp...but just lying on the floor staring at Blaze's juicy slit wasn't enough. Her body felt uncomfortable. The pregnant reporter flipped onto her back, and that felt better...spread her legs wide, naturally, and...

It was like there was a magnet in her pussy. That was the only way Lois could describe it. A persistent, gentle tug, moving her forward. Blaze could feel it too, the human woman noted. The two women, both on their backs, were moving toward each other, cunts on a collision course.

The final meeting involved some gentle anatomical wrangling. Lois slipped her right leg over Blaze's left, the demon slipped her right leg over Lois' left, and their labia gently started to rub together—a pleasant, if unfamiliar sensation. The reporter flushed at the thought, as close as she really had ever been to a proper lesbian encounter.

Then the oath drew their pussies together hard...and locked them there. Liquid pressure built up...Lois could feel herself leaking like crazy, but none of it was making it out of the sealed labia. Instead, the reporter could feel the liquid pressure building inside her pussy, pushing her canal open, and knew that Blaze must be feeling the same thing.

"Okay...what nooow!" Lois yelped, feeling a hard cramp rip through her midsection.

"Now," Blaze said, voice terse, "we're connected. One solid tube, womb-to-womb, cunt-to-cunt...the perfect medium for the transfer."

Lois' eyes widened. "You mean...the babies..." A cramp cut the reporter off.

"The embryos," Blaze hissed. "Are moving from your uterus, and taking root in mine. All four of them."

There wasn't much more to be said at that point. They laid there, leg-in-leg, pussy-to-pussy, feeling the exchange of fluids. It was weird and yet... Lois debated how it made her feel. Not romantic exactly, and only a little erotic, but certainly a kind of bonding experience.

"I never thought I'd get a girl in trouble," Lois joked, just to break the silence.

"You are so marrying me after this," Blaze shot back.

"Of course. I said I would." A weird giddiness went through Lois. "I think you're going to look cute with a big belly."

Blaze took a deep breath, ready to retort, when suddenly the seal broke. Their pussy lips came unsealed, and pale clear goop began to slosh out of their respective slits.