End: Close Encounter of the Impregnating Kind

**** flooded the reporter's anus. She smiled dizzily as this strange being from another planet prepared to seed her...and Lois felt a sense of awe at having been chosen for so momentous a task as helping preserve this endangered extraterrestrial species.

If Lois Lane had been sober, she would have had more questions to ask. Why an alien was running a dingy bar. Why they spoke perfect English, and had mostly human anatomy. Why out of all the women in all the world, she was sticking her scarlet shaft in Lois Lane's slit right now.

Then again, perhaps not. After all, Superman was an alien from another planet, and she'd wished for his cock to pump her full of cum on more than one lonely dark night.

What was more, Lois Lane was not sober. Not even close. Her body had gone limp, her eyes rolled as they spun weightless through the air. Lois had been pushed past the point of mere drunkenness and was in an alcoholic blackout, soon to pass out. She would not remember what happened next...but Blaze would, and that memory would keep the demon warm for many nights to come.

Blaze allowed herself a little chuckle at her deceit...and black lightning arched between her horns as the scarlet succubus exerted her power over Lois Lane's body. The reporter hung in a drunken stupor, the now empty bottle still wedged in her ass...and defying conventional laws of biology, Blaze's power pulled the reporter's cervix open, so that the head of the demon's cock could snuggly fit into the reporter's womb.

Now for the hard part.

"Hurrrgh..." Blaze gritted her teeth. One pendulous testicle in its crimson sack rose...pushed through an unexpected channel...and her scarlet schlong distended as the narrow channel was **** wide to accept the egg-sized teste. The demon had never given birth before, but she felt it could not be much more difficult than what she was doing now. Black sweat broke out on her body as she **** her stubborn cock to stretch...muscles squeezed the organ along the shaft...and in her stupor, Lois Lane groaned as her pussy, already stretched to its maximum, swelled still further.

The final moment came when the scarlet ball breached the demon's head. The urethra distended horribly as it was **** open, far past anything that Blaze had experienced...and with a cry of pain and relief, a part of Blaze was pushed into the reporter's uterus.

Panting, cock aching, scrotum off-balance, Blaze poured her power into the now separate organ. The scarlet tested nestled against the reporter's uterus, black veins growing out to slide into the reporter's arteries. Snug and intimate, her test squirted a bit of black sperm out into the waiting womb...and Blaze sighed.

They sank to the ground, the demon pulling her cock out of the reporter's sloppy fuckhole, her victim's cervix closing tightly.

Little did Lois Lane know, but she would never have a period again. A part of Blaze was in her forever, ready to inseminate any egg that the reporter released...and it was worth the sacrifice of a part of herself, when the demon thought of the children that would come forth from the reporter's polluted womb.

Blaze pulled the empty bottle from the reporter's ass. She smiled down at her victim.

"Ah, Lois. When you started on your night out, did you ever imagine your choices would bring you here? No, I think not. But the die is cast...and you have chosen your path. Now you must walk it. You'll wake in the morning, with me gone and no memory of the moment when the 'alien' impregnated you...but in a few weeks you'll feel sick, and you'll put on weight...and we'll see what effect a few pregnancies have on your life and career."

The demon allowed herself a little chuckle. Lois Lane drooled, lost in sleep...as inside of her, the demonic organ waited to fulfill its destiny.