End: I'm Lois Lane. Cum with me if you want to live.

That got their attention. The four naked women looked away from the movie and toward the reporter. The sigil on Lois Lane's abdomen glowed bright enough that it was apparent through the reporter's shirt.

"Blaze is a demon. She's using you," Lois Lane explained. "But I can get you help."

None of the naked women moved. Their faces were carefully neutral.

"How?" One of the naked women said.

Lois Lane blinked, and tried to remember what Deadman had said.

"Uh...I need to have sex with all of you," the reporter said.

Now sly grins spread across the naked women's faces. The horror movie was forgotten as four nubile co-eds crawled out of their beanbags and across the floor toward Lois Lane.

"Well shit, miss," a young Asian woman said. "That's all you had to say!"

Later on, Deadman would opine that the power Blaze had stored in the young women supernaturally amplified their libido. Personally, Lois Lane wasn't convinced that they weren't all horny young sluts to begin with. All she knew was that she was swiftly surrounded by bare breasts, stripped of her clothes...and then she was the center of her first-ever lesbian orgy.

Eight hands caressed her skin. Four sets of lips kissed her flesh. Lois stood there like a statue as hungry mouths found her pussy and ass, as her hands were drawn to wet slits, and her mouth to a strange three-way kiss.

Five horny women, once open and committed to having sex together, have no limit to their imagination—only their flexibility. Lois Lane, after her initial shock, found herself drawn into a natural leadership role.

"You—there. Lick her pussy. And you...yeah, you've got it. Alright, now everybody, all together..."

Which is how they all ended up on the floor, daisy-chained together, mouth-to-cunt, mouths and tongues at work. Locked together in that circuit, Lois could feel the power start to flow through her...through them. Unseen, the sigil on her abdomen grew brighter and brighter. All the power that Blaze had accumulated stored inside of her womb. With it came a burning lust like nothing Lois had every known. Her hunger for pussy became insatiable. Her cunt burned. Lois clutched both of the women she was connected to with hands and feet for dear life, as the anticipation inside of her grew...and grew...

The psychic backlash of the flash knocked them all out. Distantly, Lois Lane heard a fiendish wail. Deadman would tell her that was Blaze, starved of energy, **** to leave this dimension for a time. When Lois and the women woke up, some hours later, there was a great deal of explaining to do, many phone calls to make...though Lois noticed the women, suddenly robbed of Blaze's influence, were not notably more shy about their lack of clothes or casual touching.

Of course, the real issue Lois Lane had with her night out was the slight protrusion of her stomach.

"See, when you took in all of Blaze's power, it had to go somewhere," Deadman later explained, as Lois Lane indulged a sudden craving for pickles and ice cream. "And, uh, apparently you'd ovulated...so it all just sort of...happened."

Back in her apartment, after all the business with police and social services was over with, the reporter rubbed her slightly swollen stomach. A pregnancy test from a nearby **** store waited on the sink nearby, though the reporter already knew what it would say. She looked as if she was three months along.

"So Lois, what did you do on your night out," she said aloud. "Oh, not much. Had a lesbian orgy, defeated a demon, got knocked up."

"Well, at least you have four potential baby sitters lined up," Deadman said...and if she could have thrown a pillow at the ghost, right then and there, she would have.

Yet as she reflected back on the events of the night, on all the strange things she had done—influenced, no doubt, by Deadman and Blaze, so out of character some of them were—the reporter couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had chosen to do things any differently. If she could go back and turn left instead of right, would things really have changed? Or was she destined always to end this night out knocked up?

Lois Lane didn't know...but she was curious.