End: Blaze Lets Lois Lane Choose Which Position The Reporter Is Impregnated In

"See, isn't this better?"

They had to move things to the floor. Superwoman burned with indignation as she and Blaze were both placed on their backs, their cocks in the air, the demon's secondary prick sliding under the doppelganger's balls to bury itself in her pussy. Standing over them, a swathe of lube in her pussy and ass, Lois Lane dropped down into a squat. Her mother gripped both pricks and guided them to the reporter's holes.

The reporter bit her lip as she pressed down. Slowly, carefully, each cock hard and throbbing inside of her. In her horniest moments, Lois Lane had dreamed of having sex like this. Taking two lovers at a time. And this way, in a modified double cowgirl, Lois could control the speed and depth of penetration.

"This is...workable," Blaze admitted. Black lightning crackled about her head, to maintain the bonds on Superwoman. "At least I can focus some concentration on how tight your cunt feels."

Lois Lane smiled. It was bad enough that she needed to get knocked up to save her mother's soul, she knew she might as well enjoy it while she could.

Beneath her, Superwoman seethed. As Lois settled her crotch down as far as the cocks could go, she looked her shoulder at her doppelganger.

"Don't worry, 'sister,'" Lois said. "I'll make sure you cream, before this is over."

Then it was all on Lois. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the fantasy of it all. Let her lower body rise and fall, rise and fall. Felt both cocks slide in and out of her holes. So tight, when she bottomed out. So intense, to feel something in her pussy and ass at the same time. How they moved against each other. As she slowly picked up her pace, the reporter allowed herself to moan freely. Her chest began to heave. Hands on her knees as she swirled her hips around, the reporter clenched her holes and tried to imagine it was Superman and Superboy filling her cunny and ass. Caught in a race to see who could impregnate her first.

Behind her, Ella Lane squeezed and caressed Superwoman's body. The villain, bound by Blaze's magic, could not fight her mother...and rage and humiliation mingled with sexual excitement as the older woman's knowing hands pinched nipples and rubbed at the hard-packed abs. The smell and taste of the ghost's pussy filled Superwoman's mouth and nose. Her other-self's asshole clenched tight about her cock, and her own pussy, so long unused, vibrated as Lois Lane increased her speed and ****.

Perhaps that was why Superwoman came first. Her whole body tensed and jerked, pushed the mystic bonds to their limit as a flood of jism shot up into Lois Lane's aching asshole. The sudden tightening of Lois Lane and Superwoman's cunts elicited the softest of moans from Blaze, who erupted from both of her pricks simultaneously, sending her Satanic sperm up into the very fertile snatches.

Lois Lane was barely aware of the double creampie, except by the sloppy wetness of her pussy and ass, the liquid heat churned into a froth by her bucking, moaning ecstasy. She grabbed her own breasts and threw back her head and howled as a silent explosion pushed her over the edge. An electric wave that squeezed her pussy and ass onto both of the penetrating pricks inside of her, and sent silver stars to explode behind her eyes.

The reporter wobbled atop her lovers...and then half-collapsed, into her mother's arms. The older woman smiled gratefully as she eased Lois onto the floor, and stuffed a pillow under her ass, so none of the jizz would run out.

Which is how Lois Lane awoke, she knew not how many hours later.

Blaze stared down at her. The naked reporter blushed and covered her breast with her hands; the demon had re-dressed already, and flicked a finger to indicate the reporter's neatly folded—and clean—clothes.

"Superwoman was sent back to her dimension. I had to put a curse on her to prevent her attempting to terminate the pregnancy. I trust no such sorcery will be necessary for you?" Blaze said.

The reporter shook her head, as she stood on wobbly legs and slipped into her panties.

"Am I really pregnant?" She asked. "How long have I been out?"

"Almost dawn. You needed the sleep," Blaze said. "And no, you're not pregnant yet. It takes some time for sperm to fertilize eggs, for the egg to attach...but I placed a general fertility charm on both of you. Let us say, conception is guaranteed."

Lois Lane said nothing. Her jaw worked as she slipped on her bra. Conscious now of aches in odd places, which was always the case after sex. She could already imagine the mess in her panties when she got home, the need to douche...all the things men never considered.

"Your mother, by the way, went toward the light," Blaze said absently. "I was surprised, but you never know how the Higher Powers are going to react to these things."

A weight Lois Lane didn't know she'd felt seemed to drop off her shoulders. Her body felt lighter as she queezed into her tight red pants. She could feel the demon's eyes devour her as she did so.

"Our agreement didn't go beyond conception, but if you ever feel the need for...company...or assistance...I could be persuaded to assist," Blaze said.

Lois snorted. "In exchange for what?"

The scarlet succubus smiled. "The pleasure of your company, sweetmeat. The friendship of your thighs. I am not the embodiment of lust or greed or pride, though my nature partakes of all of these sins, and more."

The demon lounged back against the couch, her cock outlined in the strange orange sarong she wore.

"There are always unexpected expenses when it comes to pregnancy and childrearing. And I admit, I enjoyed our fruitful little rendezvous. While I understand if you wish to keep our relationship on the 'down low,' I would be remiss not to do something for our child..."

"My child," Lois Lane said curtly, as she slipped her t-shirt on and flung her jacket about her shoulders. "This has been my night out, my choice to help my mother. You, Blaze, have been nothing more than a sperm donor, at least as far as I'm concerned."

The damnable Mona Lisa smile remained on the demon's lips. If her eyes displayed any hint of agitation or sadness, Lois Lane could not see it.

"As you would. When you need me...call my name three times," the demon said.

Which is how they parted. Lois Lane with a pussy full of cum and many questions about her future. How she would break the news of her pregnancy to Superman and Clark Kent, what Superwoman would do when she found herself in the same position back in her own dimension. It was truly a night out to remember...one that had changed all of their lives.

For good or ill? That was a different question, and another story entirely.