End: I Want To Make Your Ass Pregnant

Angelica Blaze pulled back slowly, her cock sliding out of Lois Lane's raw cunt until just the hot tip remained within her over-fucked channel. The shemale's thumbs held the reporter's asshole open, running along the rim, not letting Lois' hole close. The exhausted reporter felt her heart begin to beat a little faster, dreading what would come next, knowing that she had no strength to resist—and not sure she would even want to.

I've never had my ass fucked. Lois felt her eyelids fluttering. Only the continued fucking and toying with her asshole had been keeping her awake. She was sure by now that she must be pregnant; Blaze had unleashed an inhuman amount of cum inside of her, and the reporter knew that despite her best efforts she had orgasmed again and again, her betraying cunt spasming from the endless ****.

But she can't really make my ass pregnant...can she? It was a terrible, dark thought. For any other lover, Lois would have assumed that phrase was a jest, a joke, a bit of hyperbole to proceed a thorough ass-reaming the likes of which would leave the reporter sore and panting, unable to walk as semen spilled out of her asshole. With Angelica, though...this obviously superhuman shemale, this supernatural seductress with her endless stamina...there was a doubt. The gnawing suspicion that she just might be able to do it.

Then Lois felt something warm and hot press against the sides of her asshole...but Blaze's cock hadn't left her pussy. With the last bit of energy she possessed, the reporter **** herself up on one arm and turned her head...

...to see a second cock had grown from her lover's crotch, wet with some dark liquid lubricant.

The reporter's mouth formed a wordless "O" of surprise. Angelica grinned.

"Don't worry. I'll go slow. You will enjoy it, as I breed your ass. After all," the shemale licked her lips. "There are two hours left until dawn, and I want to enjoy every minute."

Lois' heart sank. The bitterness of resignation filled her. Nothing she could do as her lover slowly pressed forward, the heads of her twin dicks sliding into the reporter's asshole and pussy at the same time.

But it wasn't like before, the steady driving, pounding fuck that wrenched orgasms from the reporter. This was infinitely slower, more relentless. Lois could feel the cock in her ass inching slowly, millimeter by millimeter. It wasn't painful, exactly...more like weird. The reporter had hardly ever had more than a finger up her rectum before, and now Blaze's cock was squirming deeper inside of her, spreading the reporter's asshole open wider than it had ever been.

The **** was slow enough that Lois could feel her colon accommodating to the invading member, her channel flexing and squeezing the intruder but unable to halt its progress, and the twin lengths of Angelica's shafts were plunging deeper and deeper inside of Lois, so that she could feel the pressure growing on her pussy as well, the worn-out cunt suddenly tighter as Blaze packed her meat in fore and aft.

Lois couldn't count the seconds or the minutes. It might have been half an hour when the warm flesh of her lover's hard abs pressed against the soft mounds of the reporter's buttocks. Her cocks were buried inside Lois as deep as they could go, and the reporter wanted to gag or scream, but she was too tired, so tired...even having her ass filled with hot cock was barely keeping her awake.

Then Blaze began to move.

It was a slow, loving fuck, as much of a grind as anything. Angelica would withdraw her pricks just a little, then press them back in. In and out, in and out, a little faster, a little more each time, but still achingly slowly, hips thrusting in a kind of mechanical rotary wave. Lois began to feel a slow burn around her asshole, and Blaze slipped her thumbs out, letting the sphincter snap onto her dick...except it didn't, to Lois' shock. Her asshole had relaxed to the point that it offered almost no resistance to Angelica's slow, relentless fucking.

Blaze leaned over Lois, pressing her tits into the reporter's back, leaning her chin on her shoulder so she could whisper into her lover's ear.

"I told you I would breed you all night long. You wanted this. You needed this. I could smell your need from the moment you came into the bar, the hunger deep down between your legs, the need to be bred..."

"No..." Lois managed as Angelica picked up the pace. Her asshole was on fire now, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. "I...I came for the missing women..."

"Sluts. Trulls. Empty creatures eager to be reshaped to serve me. But only you came in here wanting a child...a partner..."

"I...I do want kids..." Lois admitted. "I'd like to share my life with someone but..."

"...but you had your work, your job. It was never the right time. It would never be the right time." Blaze pressed her lips against Lois' neck in a warm kiss that turned into a nibble, teeth just pressing lightly against the flesh before letting go. The cocks were moving in and out faster now, almost half of their length slipping in and out of Lois' twin holes.

"That's why this is perfect," Angelica hissed as her hips met Lois' buttocks with wet slaps. "We both get everything we wanted. You a child...or two...and I...I get you..."

There were no more words for a while. Only stolen pants and moans from Lois, the steady rhythm of flesh in flesh which the reporter could tell was a supreme act of self-control on Angelica's part...that the shemale was holding herself back, afraid to unleash her true passions on Lois for fear of...what? Hurting her? Scaring her?

Something broke inside the reporter's mind, some critical threshold. Maybe Angelica is right. Maybe I did want this, all along. I certainly didn't fight it. All those times I should have ran, should have said no, but...I didn't. I almost invited this. I asked for this.

In a low, quiet voice, Lois spoke aloud: "Can you really make my ass pregnant?"

Blaze paused, her cocks have-buried in pussy and asshole. Lois could feel the twin holes burn with the friction of the rutting. She couldn't even squeeze them. Her legs felt numb.

"I can try," Angelica purred.

"Then quit fucking around and do it," Lois sighed. "I want to feel it."

"As you wish," her lover choked out, voice suddenly thick.

The rutting began—but this time there were no short, even strokes. The shemale's hands wrapped around Lois' hips and lifted them off the bed, pulling the reporter on and off her gyrating hips as Blaze fucked the reporter's holes with abandon. Now it did hurt, the twin cocks stabbing deep inside of her, all restraint gone as the shemale went into a fucking frenzy, balls slapping forward with every eager thrust.

There was no holding back now, and the exhausted reporter could do nothing as she was tossed around like a ragdoll, a limp cumrag for her lover's pleasure, a nerveless receptacle for the shemale's potent seed—except she was not nerveless. Lois could feel every inch of those twin pricks as they grew harder and more swollen within her, the fat heads scraping against her inner walls.

Around the bed, the eyeless woman-things began to fondle one another, lost in their own desires, driven to lust by the sensation of their mistress driving her cum home into her chosen incubator.

It was a moment of perfect release for Lois...a letting go of everything, every worry, every scrap of self-control and self-restraint. She didn't have to be aggressive or demure, not here; didn't have to worry about her reputation or what the future might hold. For this one moment...be it a minute or an hour until dawn...she could just be the jizz-soaked slut that was constantly repressed beneath the surface, a worthless whore who didn't care about getting pregnant or what her editor or father or friends might think. She could just be herself.

Blaze's cum boiled into Lois' asshole in a hot surge like a boiling enema, and was matched only by the tremendous sperm-shot that soaked her fertile cunt. Lois screamed, not in orgasm, though she felt her climax not far off, but in the raw tumult of feeling as Blaze filled her ass and pussy to the brimful. It was a warm flood the likes of which even the rest of the evening's earlier entertainments were as nothing compared to. The creampie to end all creampies, a torrent of sperm that packed her slack asshole and worn-out pussy full to bursting and ran down their legs in a shared stream.

The climax came suddenly, a final terrible exertion that for a moment cut through the reporter's fatigue. Her pussy and ass clamped tight around her lover's rods, instinctively holding in as much of her seed as she could, and an electric thrill crawled up her spine so that stars exploded before her eyes. Lois' entire body seized up, pulse slowing, breath frozen inside of her...and it went out for a long moment, with Lois unable to move, the sudden seizure relaxing only slowly, spasmodically, her body trembling as the muscles released one by one, falling limp and useless.

"Sleep," Blaze murmured, her cocks slowly softening inside Lois. "The dawn has come, and all bargains are kept. Sleep and heal, sleep and dream..."

Lois felt the darkness closing in, vision narrowing slowly. Her heart felt like it was going to stop. One hand limply fell to her stomach, then down to her sweaty crotch, feeling the heat and fullness there. She knew that if this was the end of a wild night, it was the beginning of something else...