End: Lois Lane Asks For Zatanna To Knock Her Up

For a moment, Lois Lane thought she had been clever. Zatanna was one of the most powerful magicians in the world—and a woman to boot. She didn't even have a penis. There was no way that Zatanna could knock Lois up, and she would have a power to defeat this demon, lift the curse, and...

"Deal!" Blaze said. The little red nose wriggled. There was a crash of thunder, a plume of smoke...and a figure stumbled forward into the VIP room. Taller than Lois, and with longer black hair. The reporter saw the familiar tophat, heels, fishnet stockings. The white waistcoat emphasized Zatanna's generous bosom, the kind of cleavage Lois could get lost in for days. The magician coughed, and then immediately raised her hands in a warding gesture as she saw Blaze sit there, smiling insolently.

"Hello, Zatanna. Thank you for coming," Blaze said, her voice pleasant. "Lois Lane needs to be impregnated, and she wants you to do it. Be a dear and knock her up, won't you?"

Lois knew there was something wrong when Zatanna's arms dropped to her sides. The tall magician straightened up and turned toward Lois. The face was a mask of emotions that Lois couldn't process. Love? Lust? Concern? The eyes seemed to stare straight through the reporter.

".kcid eht em eviG" Zatanna said, and then sucked in her breath.

The reporter's eyes dropped down Zatanna's crotch. In her stage get-up, Zatanna wore only a black swimsuit bottom over her fishnets. Now, something began to bulge obscenely beneath the dark material. As it grew, Lois could make out the familiar outlines of a cock. The great swollen head pressed against the fabric, distorted it. A pair of hairless testicles as big as goose eggs dropped out on either side as the bottoms stretched into a thin line against the hardening cock.

Something had to give...and as the tip of the dick burst free from the prison of Zatanna's pants, Losi saw as if in slow motion the black bottom just explode outward, the testicles dropped, the rigid prick aimed at the reporter's face.

Almost immediately, Ella Lane was there. Lois lay in shock on the couch, slouched down, and felt the cold hands of her mother's ghost spread her thighs. Almost in a trance, Zatanna lowered herself over Lois. Those far-seeing eyes focused for a moment on the reporter's face. The tip of the cock, so hot, brushed against the reporter's pussy and Lois realized she had never been so wet in her life. Worse, she felt utterly unable to escape. She could feel the tension in Zatanna's body. Her friend's need to cum. Her own traitorous desire to get fucked.

".tnangerp teG" Zatanna whispered a moment before their lips met.

A moment before cock slipped into cunt.

Blaze had moved away. She raised one leg and ran her fingers along her pussy, cock no longer in evidence. Zatanna's prick had to come from somewhere, after all. Bright light burned in her eyes as she felt the blessing flare inside of Lois Lane. Zatanna's throbbing cock plunged inside of the reporter hard and unprotected, the two lovers locked together like **** hormone-addled teenagers.

Well, there would be time enough later for the two to enjoy gentler lovemaking.

Eggs burst from Lois Lane's ovaries as her fertility went into overdrive. Zatanna moaned as her first ejaculation spat a thick load into the reporter's depths, her unnatural erection not diminishing at all as she continued to hump and pump Lois Lane's tight hole. At the moment, it was like playing Russian roulette with every cylinder loaded. It wasn't a question of Lois catching a bullet; it was how many...

The demon brought one wet finger up to her lips to taste her own tangy juices. Lois and Zatanna were locked together, driven by compulsions greater than either of their powers to combat. Blaze grinned wickedly; she had planned her trap for Lois Lane very well indeed.

"Oh, Zatanna, what's you're favorite number?" Blaze asked.

"S-s-ssseven," The magician hissed. Ella Lane's ghost was busy removing her future daughter-in-law's clothes. The demon enjoyed watching the maternal spirit fold them neatly and set them aside...and as soon as Zatanna's tits were unleashed, Lois Lane's face was buried between them.

"Heptuplets? My, that will be a challenging pregnancy," Blaze said, as little lights glowed in Lois Lane's abdomen. "Should keep the Daily Planet's greatest reporter out of action for quite a while. Oh, well. I'm sure you two will make the most of her time off."

"Aaaagh!" Zatanna arched her back and drove her cock as deep into Lois as she could as she unleashed another volley....and Lois Lane clung to her and screamed her name as she felt another blast of genes about to etch themselves on her body.

Later—tomorrow, when the cock had disappeared and Lois Lane's cunt was a dripping, gooey mess—there would be apologies, guilt, shame, long and awkward conversations, tender touches, plans made as their whole lives were upset. Perhaps it was some residual aspect of Blaze's magic that made them discard the idea of abortion so quickly, which made Zatanna's hands touch the reporter's still-flat abdomen so eagerly. Or maybe Lois Lane had secretly always wanted to be pregnant, and Zatanna always had a secret fetish for swollen breasts and bellies.

Whatever it was, they were determined to make it work. Perhaps, in the long run, it would. Only time would tell...and in the coming weeks, after a quickie marriage in Vegas, as her abdomen began to swell and her new wife touched it with a pathetic eagerness, Lois Lane would look back on her night out, on all the choices she had made, and feel no regrets. Only a little curiosity as to what might have happened if she had chosen differently.