Eight

Lois slapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Blaze's smile was devilish.

It had started when Lois was young. Lonely growing up, often just her sister Lucy and herself. Mother dead, dad busy at work. She had watched old reruns of the Brady Bunch and imagined what it would be like having a big family...

The idea had gotten worse as Lois got older. Always repressed, it found expression in her daydreams, in quiet moments when she wasn't busy studying or working, the wistful "someday" when she saw a mother and kids out in public.

Then came the John & Kate Make Eight, and the Octomom, and...

Pregnancy with multiples had started to invade her erotic fantasies. Porn tastes shifted, masturbation sessions changed to suit. She had rubbed herself raw to some of those porn sites, justifying it as a good thing. Get it out of her system in a safe way. But it hadn't happened. Instead it grew worse. Especially the Octomom. Her dreams had been haunted with the idea of all those lives inside of her, and Lois would wake up wet and shaking, unable to get back to sleep until she had calmed the raging fire in her loins.

But that was all she had ever allowed it to be: a fantasy, a deep-seated need burning in her soul. Because Lois Lane was still the Daily Planet's star reporter. No steady boyfriend much less husband, no time for a family...not yet. And while she yearned for a big family, the idea of actually getting pregnant...giving birth...scared her.

As Blaze's erection throbbed, the reporter wondered if the demon could smell fear.

"Eight," the demon repeated, and lightning flashed. In the brief glare, the demon Blaze had stepped closer to Lois. The reporter was frozen, paralyzed with fascination as the crimson cock moved forward, heavy balls swinging underneath it. Like watching a cobra moving through the grass, waving slightly as it sought out prey.

"I could make that happen, Lois." In the darkness, Lois could feel the cock hover just level with the reporter's clit, the difference of a couple inches in their height putting it just that little bit above the gap in her thighs. "I could knock you up. Give you that big family you want."

Hands, soft wand warm, slid onto Lois Lane's shoulders. The demon leaned in, and Lois knew her lips must be only an inch away. The reporter could smell her breath...wet and warm, sweet and strange, like strawberries after a storm... "Deep down...in your heart of hearts...do you want me to make you pregnant?"