End: Lois Lane Can Practically Feel Her Hymen Regenerating

The freshly-fucked and impregnated reporter lay there in a daze. This was not how she had expected her night out to go at all. Violated. Impregnated. Cursed with a power of regeneration that...okay, so that wasn't so much a curse as it was incredibly useful, if inconvenient. If Blaze was telling the truth.

Lois Lane lay back and closed her eyes for a moment, to shut out the world. Her mind ran through all the bad decisions she had made this night, all the stupid out-of-character decisions. Driven in no small part by the lack of sex in her life. THe constant frustration between her legs that had made her give in to her baser desires, even though as an intelligent, independent woman she knew better.

Now here she was, with Blaze's corrupted blood in her veins, her tainted jizz stained her womb, and...and the reporter suddenly became aware of a subtle yet pervasive shift in her senses.

She could feel the ache in her pussy lessen, as the tissues repaired themselves. Could feel the sweat drip down the crack of her ass, the aching sensitivity of her still-stiff nipples. The warm drip of the jizz that oozed slowly out of her cleft as it slowly tightened back to the level of a teenage virgin. The flutter in her uterus as a fertilized embryo attached itself, which triggered a wave of small changes in her body...the first true beginnings of pregnancy, Lois knew.

Sensations that Lois should not have been able to perceive, and yet now she could, almost without effort, send her consciousness to any part of her body, from the toenail that needed trimming to the slight plaque around her arteries that Blaze's demonic blood was even now breaking apart. Lois was aware that the faint crow-lines that had begun to form about her eyes faded, that her small, soft breasts were firmer and higher as the muscles that held them up strengthened.

And she could feel her hymen start to repair itself.

It was like ants crawling along the entrance to her cunt. A constant, pernicious tickle as the cell walls rebuilt themselves. Not swiftly—Blaze had been right in that it would take hours for the membrane to return to where it was, back before Lois Lane had determinedly done away with it with the aid of a particularly stupid young man on prom night. The reporter frowned as she considered what would happen if she did nothing. The baby would break it, when she gave birth—and there was a conversation Lois wasn't looking forward to—or she could do it herself, with a dildo or the handle of a hairbrush, or...

The reporter opened her eyes. She stared straight-on to Blaze's cock, which was still hard. Still pointed at her. A drizzle of pre-cum oozed out of the tip onto the reporter's stomach. Lois Lane's frown deepened.

"How are you still hard?" Lois muttered to herself.

"My balls regenerate my sperm, burn fatigue poisons. I basically have the hormonal lust of a young man in his prime, and the desire for a deep emotional connection of a mature woman," Blaze said. She lifted her testicles as if to emphasize their size and virility.

"So you want to fuck all the time, and you're tired of quick, passionless fucks," Lois translated. "Fuck me, you want to settle down?"

Blaze's lips twitched. Her eyes burned.

"I mean, if you're offering...if I had a steady cum dump, it might keep me out of trouble. I'm always a little less villainous when I'm getting laid regularly."

Lois Lane groaned. She covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe she was considering this. Fucking Blaze once had been a mistake, it was how she had ended up in this situation, and yet her reptile brain was seriously considering...

Her pussy throbbed. She squeezed it, hard, but could still feel the ant-tickle of her slowly regenerating hymen.

"I'm going to have to think about this. And we're going to have to talk, really talk, about relationships. Like, monogamy. Child support. Regular sexual maintenance on my corrupted cunt," Lois said, not even sure she could believe she was saying these things. Contemplating a life of fucking Blaze. Just to avoid a little pain and...and, well...

Who would want me now? Lois admitted to herself. I've literally whored myself out to the devil. I'm knocked up. I'm a poster child for all the things they told us not to do in Sunday school AND sex ed. I'm a failure as a human being. I'm like Rosemary, except I wasn't even married before I let the devil knock me up.

Blaze leaned over the reporter. The demon's dick pressed against the flat plane of the reporter's belly. Her face came within an inch of Lois Lane's. Her hot breath brushed against the reporter's cheek...and then the hot lips kissed, very delicately, the tip of the reporter's nose. Her closed eyes. Then the chin. The space above her lips. The corner of her mouth.

Until Lois opened her eyes and moved to intercept those hot lips. Opened her mouth and let that hot tongue slip inside of her. Reached down and guided that hard shaft, still slick with her own juices, back down to her cunny with that maddening itch. Legs spread wide as she prepared to get split in two once again.

Only this time it was soft. Gentle. There was less pain. Their tongues twined as Blaze slowly fed her cock into the waiting twat. Until an impatient reporter had to drum her heels on Blaze's ass to urge her to go faster. A sweet, exquisite **** as Blaze pushed her cock in slowly, giving the reporter's regeneration time to adjust, for her cunt to stretch out wider and wider. Superman, she was sure, could have not stretched her out that far. Driven his cock that deep. Let her bite his lip until a trickle of black blood flowed down into the reporter's mouth, hot and salty and tasting of copper. Until Lois Lane was filled in a way that few women would ever experience.

And it was all hers, that demonic dick. Blaze's eyes burned as she felt the realization sink. Lois Lane moaned and shuddered and moved beneath her, lost in an ecstasy that bordered on superhuman. That was all it took, sometimes, to hook them. A bit of pleasure. A choice to make. Pain and degradation were the lot of all mortals, but to let them feel their cunt stretched wide, birth canal filled as if she was already pushing a bowling ball in and out of her grotesquely distended cunny...well, Blaze sure of her prize now as the reporter's fingers scraped her back.

Fucking just one woman...it would be a different experience for Blaze, the demon knew. Still, monogamy might be fun...for a while.