End: A Bloody Kiss

Something stabbed, stiff and sharp, to pierce at the very core of Lois Lane's being. It happened to fast that Lois could only gasp...and in that moment she was sure, somehow, that it was Blaze's tongue, suddenly rigid, that had somehow stabbed straight through her cervix. A crystal clear picture formed in Lois Lane's mind, of bright drops of blood that floated in her womb, mixed with black spunk...to surround and encapsulated and utterly permeate a helpless egg.

Heat, dark and wet, seemed to spread through the reporter's abdomen. Like a heavy, damp blanket had been laid across her stomach...and the stabbing pain faded, Blaze's tongue withdrew from the reporter's slit, and something hot and warm seemed to drizzle out of a pussy that ached strangely.

"You'll bleed a little," Angelica Blaze said, without preamble. Her head appeared over the rise of the reporter's mons venus, and the reporter was not surprised to see a smear of bright red blood across her lips. Rivulets of blood ran down the dickgirl's chin. The red looked strangely natural there...and the dickgirl crawled up Lois Lane's body, the pentagram smeared as their stomachs slid against one another...and Lois did not shy away as the bloody lips approached and pressed against her own.

Liquid copper. The strange flavor of blood, cum, and other, less definable flavors erupted in the reporter's mouth as their tongues twirled together. The cock dug into the reporter's side, but Blaze's hand stole down so that the pads of her fingers rubbed against Lois Lane's clit...and the reporter moaned into her lover's mouth as, against this ****, her body shook and shivered and finally lost all control.

So that Lois Lane lay back. Her whole body ached, yet felt electrified. She could cry or scream, fuck or sleep. Angelica Blaze brought two gore-stained fingers up to the reporter's cheek and drew a line down from the corner of her eye.

"You're definitely pregnant now," she whispered, with strange and terrible certainty. "You know, I haven't made love to a pregnant woman before?"

Lois licked her lips. "Who said you will?"

Worry. Hesitation. For just a fraction of a second, Lois Lane saw the mask drop from Blaze's eyes...which strange seemed to roll up into her head, so that all she could see were the whites...and then the dickgirl blinked, and the dark irises returned.

"You're kidding."

Lois stuck out her tongue.

"Well, I'm not sure about an ongoing relationship. But if you're willing to try, I wouldn't mind seeing you again. And if I am knocked up..." Lois chewed the thought over. "I'm not saying I'm in love with you. I just want to take this slow for a bit. Get to know one another. Ease into it."

The dickgirl nodded slowly.

"Very well. If that's what you want."

She didn't sound happy.

"You know," the reporter said. "When you impregnate a woman properly, it's traditional to give a thank-you blowjob?"

An eyebrow went up.

"Really." Blaze said. "I've never heard of that."

"Oh yes," Lois Lane said, with utter seriousness. "Why don't I hang my head off the edge of the bed and you can fuck my throat for a while?"

There was a giddy enthusiasm in how fast Angelica Blaze moved...and as Lois assumed the position, and opened her mouth wide, she reflected on all the choices that she had made tonight that had led her here. The glans of Blaze's cock scraped against the repoter's lower lip, which was wrapped around her teeth so as not to hurt the precious dick that pressed itself into her throat. Lois Lane almost wanted to laugh as the heavy testes pressed against her face. Sweat dripped down over the balls. The dickgirl's pecker was a warm lump in the reporter's throat.

There were, the reporter decided, far worse ways to end a night out than in bed and preparing to get a load of jizz shot straight into her stomach. She felt oddly satisfied as Blaze began to move, strangely eager to feel the hot ropes of cum spray inside of her. The wet blanket sensation on her abdomen remained...and she wondered at what strange alchemy had taken place, or was taking place, inside her womb.

The dickgirl's hands groped the reporter's breasts. She moaned in utter satisfaction, and Lois hummed around the cock that slowly fucked her face.

Lois Lane knew the only thing to do was to wait and find out.