End: Lois Gets Impr-egg-nated!

"Oh fuck," Lois Lane said as she felt the first hard round something touch her cervix. She knew this was going to hurt.

It did. Like shitting a rock, only backwards. Lois cried and her fingers dug like claws into Blaze's back as her cervix was slowly, inexorably **** open by the tip of the egg. The reporter wasn't sure how big it was, but it didn't really matter. It felt like sucking a watermelon through a straw.

And the worse part...the absolutely fucking worst part...is that Lois could feel herself getting off on it.

Not the pain itself, which would normally have killed the mood, but the whole idea of getting pumped full of eggs was turning her on like crazy. Her pussy was juice, her nipples were hard as diamonds, her clit throbbed in its little hood, and she could feel the excitement—egg-scitement?—build inside of her as she felt her cervix slowly **** to dilate wider and wider and wider...

When it finally popped through—Lois couldn't hear it, but she could feel it, just this ecstatic moment of release, the pressure suddenly gone, cervix trying to return to normal like any other sphincter—the reporter lost it again. Her pussy clamped tight and she buried her face in Blaze's shoulder, crying and ****.

"Don't worry," Blaze cooed, the long red fingers stroking her neck gently. "The next one will be easier."

Lois Lane's eyes shot open.

Oh, right. There were two.

The second one was easier. Her cervix was still partially dilated, and lubed up by whatever Blaze had spewed into her.

"When...when I thought you were cumming in me earlier..." Lois whispered.

"Pre-implantation mix," Blaze cooed, grunting softly as her muscles **** the second egg up her cock to the mouth of the reporter's womb. "Lowers inhibitions, relaxes muscles, speeds up ovulation..."

"In you or me?" Lois giggled. She could feel the second egg at her cervix now, no longer quite as painful. Like the second time she ever had sex, the channel already cleared but still snug and tight.

"Both. Your eggs will fuse and fertilize my egg. That's how demon pregnancies work."

And then there was no more talking for a while. Lois just laid there, all of her sensation focused inside. Her cervix was getting fucked open by the second egg, and she couldn't really feel the first egg except as a kind of...weight inside of her. Like she had to go pee. A heavy something taking up space, sitting on her bladder.

She didn't cum when the second egg plopped through...but Lois Lane found a kind of release, and her hands finally released themselves from Blaze's bloody back.

"I feel so...full," the reporter said, closing her eyes.

It wasn't the ending that she had expected from her night out. But thinking about the experiences she had had, the new life—lives—growing inside of her, Lois Lane couldn't say she regretted it. Not at all.