End: Blaze Makes Love To Her Against The Stone

Lois Lane's palm touched the stone. Right where the pregnant figure's upraised palm was carved. Maybe it was her imagination that an electric tingle went up her arm. That the hair rose on it. That she could almost feel a pulse from deep within that rock.

Then Blaze's hand closed over her own. Pinned her to the rock. Another hand tugged at her waistband, and when Lois realized what Blaze was doing the reporter smiled and helped, pushed her pants down to her knees so that her pussy was bare to the night.

As that swollen cock-head teased her pussy lips, Lois felt her knees tremble. All those lonely, sexless nights. Long months, dreaming of Superman. Nights when she could have gone out, gotten a date, gotten laid. The breath came out of her lungs in a rush as Blaze slid the first of her length into the reporter's wet and ready slit. The dickgirl's hand grabbed the reporter's own and pinned it too against the rock. Their fingers interlaced...Angelica Blaze pushed forward, her full length inside Lois now in one swift, hard, hot moment that had the reporter pushed almost flat against the stone.

There was a tingle, as the reporter's shirt rode up and for a brief second her naked abdomen kissed that of the gravid carving. Now Lois knew she could feel it, like an electric spark, a shock that passed through her whole body and made her stomach flutter and pussy clench tight.

The reporter pushed back, and Blaze's lips found her neck. Sucked hard at Lois Lane's skin, and the woman writhed beneath her.

"Tell me," Blaze whispered as they rutted in the open air, like animals. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," Lois Lane said, and blushed at the crude words that came out of her mouth. Every stroke of the cock seemed to drive her wilder and wilder. Out here, in this place, where she had never been, it felt like a night when magic happened. When everything forbidden was permitted...and Lois Lane looked deep into her heart and admitted aloud:

"I don't want to be alone anymore. I want a baby. I want you to fuck a child into me."

Blaze's laughter was almost cruel, yet her hips never ceased. Her fingers closed tight on the reporter's arms, yet she never let Lois Lane's palms leave the rock. Above them, the moon seemed to send down a shaft of light brighter than any moonlight Lois had ever seen, and on the rock the carvings almost seemed to twitch and move when she didn't look directly at them.

"Is that all, sweetmeat?" Blaze said. "Because I wanted that too, as soon as I saw you. But I must confess, I want more. I want...continued access."

Lois Lane's knees bent, and that **** Blaze to bend with her. The reporter was nearly sitting in Angelica Blaze's lap, impaled on her cock. The dickgirl was **** to push Lois closer, until the reporter's knees were against the rock, just below that carven circle that represented a swollen, fertile belly. The spirals inside that ancient womb seemed to swirl hypnotically in the moonlight.

"I want...I want you to keep fucking me," Lois said, her voice suddenly thick, as though she spoke in the midst of dream. "I want to wake up to you eating my pussy. I want you to squeeze the milk from my tits into your cereal. I want your cock hard and ready for me whenever I get home. I want you to fuck me to sleep, and when I wake up there's a fresh, hot load in my pussy that runs down my legs as I go to the toilet. I want somebody to curl up and be my big spoon, I want...somebody to go to the movies with...to give me a foot rub...listen to my day..."

Tears, stupid and hot, fell down the reporter's cheeks.

"I want you to be so good to me that I wake up at night and suck your cock, just so you can dream about fucking my throat! Who's there to rub my aching cunt after I give birth! Who'll massage my tits and spray their jizz in my face so my skin stays smooth! I want somebody that wants to be with me, and fuck me even when I'm old and grey!"

The reporter babbled as Blaze sped up, and with each thrust Lois was lifted up a little. Until she lay there, pressed flat against the stone, unable to spread her legs as Blaze humped her with the animal frenzy of a dog mounting a bitch...and wherever Lois touched the stone, she felt that electric tingle, could almost feel the carvings shift beneath her skin.

"I just don't want to be alone anymore. I want a lover, a mate, a cock to call my own..."

Lois pressed her forehead against the rock...and for a moment there was a flash as if she stared into the noonday sun.

The stone was there. Lois Lane stood before it. No Angelica Blaze. As she looked around, no Metropolis. She looked up, and the moon was brilliant...and beyond that, stars. Stars like she had only ever seen in the true wilderness, far from cities. Bright and deep the night sky was, and so full of little points of light.

A figure stepped from the darkness. An old woman, her hair aglow with moonlight, face a mess of wrinkles, the eyes deep-set and dark. Lois thought she was Native American, and then realized she was naked. The breasts drooped, the belly sagged. Lois felt a pang deep within as she wondered how many children she had born.

The old woman stepped close, raised her hand, and made a sign. Lois Lane blinked, not understanding...but then the features softened. The hard gash of a mouth became a kindly smile. Lois felt the fingers, three of them, lift her t-shirt and touch her stomach. The middle finger found her navel, the two others took position below and to either side of it, as though to describe the corners of a triangle.

She said a word in a language Lois Lane didn't know.

Then she felt Blaze erupt into her.

An electric shock convulsed the reporter's body. Her cunt cinched tight onto the cock, her hands seemed welded to the stone. Lois gasped as a hard hot spray hit her cervix with all the **** of a jacuzzi jet. Her sphincter spasmed and pulsed against the onslaught, which stung and hurt...and yet Lois welcomed it, lost as she was in sudden, intense climax that made her a rigid statue in Blaze's arms.

Lois was still cumming as Blaze pulled her gently from the stone, to collapse onto her ass. Lois sat on top of her, impaled on that heavenly prick. The reporter gasped for air. She remembered the old woman. But there was no one there now. The stars above were hidden by the glow of Metropolis. The moon hung in its place, no brighter now than before. A cloud crossed its face, and the rock was hidden in shadow.

The reporter sucked in air as she reached down between her legs and felt the hot dribble of jizz ooze from her overflowing cunt. Her fingers went lower, to give Blaze's hot balls a friendly squeeze.

"They say," Blaze said. "That sometimes, a maiden would come here...to get the blessing of the old ones. To conceive, to bear safely..."

Lois coughed, and moaned. Deep inside, she ached. Blaze's cock was deep enough that it actually hurt a little when she bottomed out. Yet right now...despite it all...Lois almost felt like she could go again.

"Well," Lois said, grinning at the night. "Tell you what. If I'm pregnant, you have to fuck me for the rest of my life. And if I'm not pregnant, you have to keep fucking me until I am."

"Deal," Blaze said.

So it was that Lois Lane's night out ended with a promise made. A bargain sealed. And it was a long journey home toward morning, with Angie always hard and ready for Lois whenever she wanted her, and Lois seemingly possessed by a lust she had never experienced.

They did in alleys, and the restrooms of late-night restaurants. In the shadow of the trees at the park, and in the stairwell of Lois Lane's own apartment building. Even though Lois knew she had to be pregnant six times over, and her pussy was a sticky, filthy mess, streams of cum rolling down her thighs with ever step, it was as though she couldn't get enough of Blaze's dick.

Blaze, for her part, could not get enough of her.

"When I saw you in the club," Blaze said, as they lay sweaty and ragged in the reporter's bed. Lois Lane was above her, straddled that cock, let her hips grind in slow circles as she tried to coax one last load into her overflowing gash. "I knew this would be fun. I could taste it. Yet I never thought we would go this far."

"Face it Angie," Lois said, as her hands pinned Blaze to the bed. "Your cock is mine! All mine! And my cunt is yours."

The dickgirl's back arched as with a grunt she pushed out the last, freshest squirt into the reporter's pussy through a prick that had suffered much use and **** that night. Lois Lane collapsed into a sweaty heap atop her lover.

Tomorrow, perhaps, there would be time for regrets. Questions. Recriminations. Yet also sex. Lots and lots of sex. Glorious, unprotected sex, every creampie pumped into Lois Lane's fertile cunt. In her dreams, she felt her ovaries twinge and pump out eggs into a womb packed full of sperm...and in Blaze's dreams...

The demon did not dream that night. She had felt the blessing take hold. Made her bargain with Lois Lane. As the reporter gently snored, Blaze wondered how the reporter would feel in the morning, and in the weeks and months to come. They were bound together now, in ways that the inseminated woman could barely fathom...and Blaze swore that they would not be parted. Not even by the Kryptonian. Whatever it took...

But that is another story.