End: A Hot Bath

"I'm just...I fucked a literal demon from Hell," Lois Lane said. "Without protection. Like a vapid cheerleader in a bad horror movie!"

"We don't get a lot of those where I'm from," Blaze said, as she lifted the reporter out of the tepid pool and carried her over to the steaming one.

"Virgins or horror movies?" Lois said.

Then the reporter made a face as her buttocks touched the scalding water. She squirmed in Blaze's arms, but the demon held in place until Lois got used to it...and then slowly, ever so slowly, lowered her into the hot water.

Lois made a face. Her whole body, including her freshly-fucked pussy, burned...and then her body slowly acclimated. Blaze smiled down at her as the reporter took small, shallow breaths, the reporter's small breasts afloat so that only the nipples cleared the water line.

"Horror movies. Plenty of virgins. All those terrorists and...what do you call them? Incels? Perfect fodder for the eternal conflicts," the demon said. "Easy now."

The reporter wasn't sure what the demon meant, and then Blaze pulled her arm away from the reporter's lower half. Lois Lane's legs sank into the scalding water, her feet touched the floor...and then Lois found her balance and buoyancy, and the demon let her go.

There was a chance, right then. If Lois Lane really wanted, she could have jumped out of the water. Tried to run, naked and wet, out of this cavern, this club, away from this strange night out. But not from its reprecussions.

Blaze seemed to read her thoughts, as the demon leaned back and sank, so that her dark hair billowed out around her like the grasping tentacles of a jellyfish.

"You could confess your sins. Douch with holy water. Spend your life in penitence. Beg for forgiveness. Become a nun! And you know what you might get, after decades of holy orders?" Blaze said. "The same guarantee as a corrupt politician or serial murderer might for **** for forgiveness on their deathbed. Being good in the hopes that it earns you a ticket to Heaven earns you nothing. By all means, you can spend your life doing good deeds, but do it because it's the right thing to do, not because of some religious guilt trip."

The demon's body floated to the surface. Lois could see the small hills of her breasts, the fat crimson cock floppy on her belly, the balls that bobbed between the toned thighs. The reporter felt a heat in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the slow boil of a bath she was in.

"Fuck me once or a thousand times, and no one cares. Not in Hell, not in Heaven. Not in all the worlds except here on Earth. You think the Oans care about how much cock you've taken? Or that on Olympus, they tell tales of how your stomach swells with my spawn? On Rann and Thanagar, the name of Lois Lane means less to them than the nameless daughters of Eve mean to the men who preach the Christian Bible. So what do you want, Lois Lane?"

Lois thought about it. She knew, intellectually, that demons couldn't be trusted. That she could go take a morning after pill. That Superman would hold her hand during an abortion. That he father wouldn't even care if his first grandchild came out with red skin and horns. She pulled herself up, until the edge of the bath, and the air of the cavern felt cold on her wet skin. Lois rubbed her stomach, the flesh there rubbery from the scalding heat. Stared at Blaze's cock. The same cock that had probably already knocked her up.

She hated that the demon made so much sense. That she was so weak that her hands reached down to rub her slit. Her pussy ached, in the way it sometimes did after a good hard fuck. Where one climax wasn't enough, and she wanted more. Much more. As much as she could take. Lois licked her lips and turned around, so that only her ass was out of the pool.

"I want you to fuck me again. And don't you dare pull out."

Wet hands clasped the reporter's hips. The demon's dick felt even bigger than before as it speared between Lois Lane's legs from behind. The reporter held onto the edge with all of her strength, balanced half0in and half-out of the pool...and for once in her life she didn't care who saw her, or heard her. Didn't flinch as the cock pushed dangerously deep inside of her. Didn't repress her moans as it scratched the itch, deep, deep inside.

After all, if Lois Lane was already pregnant, she couldn't get more pregnant.

In for a penny, in for a pounding.

All the myriad justifications ran through Lois Lane's mind, but in truth, if she was honest with herself, there was nothing of rationality to it. Her body wanted this, needed this. Mere morality didn't enter into it. Her cunt called the shots, her womb and ovaries readied for a biological imperative that could not be denied.

Lois Lane cried out as the **** of Blaze's thrusts sent a scalding wave up the reporter's back, and she felt something inside of her. A liquid heat that burned her in a way even the steaming water did not...and Lois Lane knew that if she had been tricked before, this time she had chosen damnation, knowingly, and accepted all that came with it.