End: Blaze Gives Lois Lane One More Baby

"Twins," the scarlet succubus said as she stepped forward. "Can be hard enough on the body. But triplets? So much harder to bounce back from."

Lois Lane's eyes were locked on Blaze's. She couldn't see what the demon did between her legs. Yet she could feel it. The speculum began to heat up. Something pressed against her cervix. Lois grunted in discomfort. It was as if a hot needle was being pushed through her cervix...and as life flowed back into her muscles, Lois Lane thrashed in her chair.

Yet she could not break Blaze's gaze. Not even as something traveled down between them. A pulse of something that burned like fire as it pierced the reporter's womb.

"Your partners are in love," Blaze said. "The children they bear are the culmination of that love. You? You are a fleeting passion, a thought of the moment. You they will care for as a farmer might care for a pregnant cow, whose calf has already been promised to another. They are criminals, on the run, despite their flirtations with heroism. How will your pathetic, square life accommodate them? Yet they will not let you go. Not until birth."

A chill went down the reporter's spine at the gloating tone of Blaze's voice.

"Oh yes, they will love and care for you as you bloat with their spawn. Just as you will with theirs. I expect you will go into labor within days, perhaps hours of each other. Yet when your last child is born—your seventh child, the one that owes nothing to either of them—what will your bosom buddies think of you, the utter slut who gave birth to my child?"

"N-n..." Lois wanted to say something, but every time her thoughts tried to turn to not having the child, her brain hit a wall. Blaze's mental blocks would not permit the reporter to even think about an abortion. If she was pregnant, Lois knew she would do everything in her power to see it safely born.

"Of course, what will make it even more painful is that you're not going to tell them," Blaze said, as she reached over and touched one burning finger to the reporter's forehead. "This too is one of your new commandments. You will not tell them about the third child, or this ocnversation. As far as they are concerned, the three of you woke up and you are all now pregnant with each other's twins."

The reporter's hands gripped the arms of the chair so hard. She wanted to send a fist into that smug scarlet face. Yet she couldn't move. Not as Blaze withdrew whatever seeded the reporter's womb for the third time, leaving behind a spark of heat like a candle flame deep within. Not even when Blaze turned and left.

In half an hour, Lois could move freely again. Ivy and Harley bestirred themselves. An excited Ivy did most of the talking. Harley was dumbfounded. Lois Lane put on a happy face, but deep inside she felt ill and used. There were three lives within her now, lives she would give her own to protect, but her life as she knew it was over. Long weeks and months of bitter lies and unspoken truths lay ahead of her. Hurt gazes. Her reputation in tatters.

"We should celebrate!" Harley said.

"Agreed," Ivy replied. "In fact, I don't think we've thanked Lois properly. If not for her night out, none of this would have happened!"

The two villains gripped the reporter in a warm hug.

"Lets go back to your place," Harley suggested to Lois Lane. "I'll bet you've never cum ten times in a night, but Ivy and I can take turns. Your pussy is gonna be numb by morning!"

Lois Lane smiled. Harley's excitement was almost infectious. It was the easiest thing in the world to agree. To find clothes, to take an elevator back up to street level. A cab, the back door into her apartment building. The two career criminals always on the watch, not wanting to be caught. It would be much harder, once their pregnancies progressed. Already Lois Lane was thinking ahead.

"We'll need a big house," Lois said as she unlocked her apartment. "Lots of bedrooms. A yard for the kids to play in. Someplace secluded. I'm sure I can work from home a few days a week..save the commute...spend more time with you two and the kids..."

"What's that thing the Mormons do?" Harley said, as she began to shed clothes.

"Sister-wives," Ivy said, as she touched the small cactus which was the only houseplant Lois Lane had managed not to kill.

"Right on! Come on sister-wife," Harley said as she tugged the reporter to the bed. "I'm gonna be the first to eat you out!"

"But not the last," Ivy said, and the shell-shocked reporter realized that this was her life now. For as long as it lasted. Until all of her secrets came out.