End: Jimmy, No!

Lois Lane's voice was a strident whisper, with a note of hysteria and disbelief.

"Jimmy, yes!" The ginger said. Jimmy Olsen gripped her hips to hold her too him. She watched in disbelief at the white spunk that overflowed her stuffed pussy oozed out past his dick.

"God dammit Jimmy," Lois Lane groaned. "Now I have to take a morning-after pill."

"No, please!" Jimmy said, and to her consternation, his thumb was still lodged in her asshole. "Miss Lane—bare my child! I'll do anything! I'll be your ****! Clean your apartment! Cook you meals! I'll eat your pussy every day!"

Lois Lane banged her head against the door of the stall. This whole night out had been a disaster. First she had gotten tipsy, then she had gone into a bathroom and...and now Jimmy Olsen of all people might have knocked her up. She grit her teeth as disbelief and self-recrimination overwhelmed her original purpose.

Worse than that, she was still fucking horny.

"Alright, ****," Lois Lane said wearily. "For your first order: take your finger out of my ass."

Jimmy Olsen obeyed with an eagerness that was almost pathetic. With a grunt, Lois pushed him back and then turned around. She stared down at her pussy, as if to inspect the damage...and the yellow-white jizz that dripped from her snatch was thick as yogurt. Silently, the reporter cursed herself. Then she lifted her head to glare at Jimmy Olsen.

The redhead was on his knees, a childlike smile on his freckled face, in an expression of utter lurid delight as he watched his baby batter ooze out of her lady garden. The reporter grit her teeth in frustration—and maybe that was why she grabbed his head with both hands, thrust her face forward, and rubbed her sperm-slick slit against his stupid face.

"Suck!" Lois Lane ordered. "Suck out that sperm. And you better pray, Jimmy, that I don't get pregnant. Because if I'm knocked up, I'm going to make your life a living hell. You're going to be my little bitch for the rest of your miserable fucking life!"

Maybe it was the commanding tone of her voice, that set Jimmy Olsen's tongue to licking. Maybe it was some vain hope that he could push his sperm in deeper. Yet as his lips found her clit, Lois Lane realized she didn't care. The reporter could feel the stress of the night in her body, and the unfulfilled sexual heat. She gripped her hands to Jimmy's head and guided him as he sucked and slurped, rubbing her pubes against her face as her eyes closed and she sought to get something, anything from this disaster of a night out.

Down below, the demon Blaze watched with amusement. Her subtle manipulations had dredged up deep-buried sexual neuroses in both of her subjects—and all it had taken to set off this chain of events was to bring both of them together. With a moment of concentration, the demon's gaze bore in, to the darkness of Lois Lane's womb. To the little white sperm that struggled through her cervix.

With the subtlest of arcane encouragements, one sperm broke free from the pack. Shot forward as straight as Ahab's harpoon toward the looming white sphere that floated serene and sacrosanct. A smile curled the demon's lips as, buoyed by the tiniest part of her power, it pierced that cell.

The miracle of life unfolded before her eyes. Genetic material combined. Mitosis began. Dimly, Blaze was aware that Lois Lane was moaning. That Jimmy Olsen's cock twitched, unable to get hard again so soon, yet the young and virile man still utterly aroused by the image of the Daily Reporter's greatest reporter pregnant with his child. Grossly, obscenely pregnant.

The demon's nose crinkled. There was a silent pop as the single fertilized egg split into three identical copies, each still busy with its cellular division. Gentle nudges guided the three cells to places where they could attach safely.

After all, it was Blaze's intent that this pregnancy should last long enough at least long enough for Lois Lane to truly regret her night out...

"Hrrgnh," Lois Lane grunted as her thighs clasped Jimmy Olsen's ears. She shook and shuddered as the small, brief release washed over her...and then she stared down into Jimmy's eyes. It was his first time satisfying a woman, and his eyes were aglow with a kind of worship.

Just a for a moment, Lois felt a quiver deep inside of her. She shivered, sure that it was some psychosomatic sensation. No woman could actually feel when she got pregnant.

"I'm still pissed at you, Jimmy," she said flatly. "You do not cum in a woman without permission, do you understand that?"

He tried to nod, and Lois loosened her grip a little. He gulped and then said, in a hesitant, eager voice:

"Miss Lane...can I...ask you something?" Jimmy said.

"If you want to try and cum in me again just to make sure I take, the answer is 'no,'" Lois said firmly.

He gave a weak smile. Some of his own jizz was dribbled on his upper limit.

"Can I...lick your ass? Please? I've never tried it before, but I've always wanted to do it..."

Lois Lane groaned. Staring down at him, the urge to crush his prick an balls beneath her heels faded. Saying no would be like punting a puppy for a field goal.

"Fine. But not here. We'll go back to my place. And you're still on my shitlist, James Olsen!"

The smile he shot her was as bright as a new-minted penny. Lois Lane sighed as they made themselves decent. Some part of her felt like she'd just adopted a horny young 20-something...and another part of her hoped, really hoped, that Jimmy's sperm was as inept as he was.

The demon Blaze grinned as she watched them leave. She could feel the small shreds of anguish and worry that wafted from Lois Lane. Oh yes...this was going to be a night out the reporter would never forget...with consequences that would make themselves known all to soon.