End: Lois Lane Does Not Get Impregnated

"You should know," Angelica Blaze said after she broke the kiss, as her balls slapped against the reporter's ass. "You won't get pregnant tonight."

Lois Lane grunted, her purple eyes shut tight so that in her mind's eye she could see the image of her own pussy stuffed to bursting, black jizz weeping out around the fat cock. The reporter panted, her pussy squeezing as if trying to keep all that cum inside of her, barely able to realize the import of the dickgirl's words.

Blaze slid the cum-slick cock until only the head was stuck inside of the reporter's cunny—and then slammed it forward, slow but inevitable, making sure that Lois Lane felt every inch of it disappear into her cunt, until the balls slapped against her labia once more.

"Oh, you're ovulating—but even then, it's long odds. It isn't like those highschool sex education specials you got off on. It's very rare for people to get knocked up on their first try. Many couples try for weeks and months to get pregnant."

The cock withdrew again, and Lois Lane could tell that this was a new phase, the dick still hard, but each long pull seemed to draw more sperm out of her flooded tunnel, and Lois Lane felt some terrible, instinctive loss...like all of that should be inside of her, that it needed to be deep inside her cunt, her cervix slurping it into her waiting womb...

But do I actually want that? Lois thought. In the heat of the moment, the idea of getting pregnant turned her on so much...but Lois knew that once the sex was over, reality would rear its ugly head...and a baby was a big responsibility. Lifechanging. It was hard to imagine her life as a fearless investigative reporter being the same when she was lugging around a big baby belly...or after she gave birth, being a single mother.

"So if you want to get pregnant—really get pregnant," Blaze said, and Lois Lane felt a bottle of the Fertile Valley water pressed against her mouth. The reporter opened her mouth and sucked on the nozzle, letting the chalky water fill her mouth and slide down her throat. "Then I'll have to inseminate you many....many...more times."

There was something about the way she said "inseminate." A sort of serpentine hiss, where the balls slapped against the reporter's ass and then the cock pushed in hard, as though it could fuck her ever deeper, and Lois Lane's whole body tensed up in response, a little flutter in her belly...but then Blaze drew back again, the cock retreating, cum spilling out of the reporter's pussy and oozing over her asshole, and the long, slow fuck resumed.

It was a choice, Lois realized. Something being offered to her, even as Blaze's mouth latched onto her neck, sucking and biting hard, leaving behind a tell-tale bruise that would be hard to hide tomorrow.

The bottle went away. Lois opened her eyes.

Angelica Blaze's face hung above her, the wild black hair like curtains, and in the darkness the eyes seemed almost to glow...waiting for her answer...and that ophidian scent was strong now, a hand grabbed her breast that almost felt like it was scaled it was so rough.

"Do I...have to decide...right now?" Lois panted.

"No, sweetmeat," Blaze said as their hips met once again. "Take as long as you like. But you should know...at some point...the decision will be taken out of your hands..."

Lois Lane knew what she meant. The old biological clock. Eventually, she would be too old to get pregnant, at least not without major medical intervention. Sure there were women that had carried babies in their 60s but that was rare, dangerous...and who would want to chase after a toddler at that age? She was, the reporter knew, in the peak period of her fertility, and every year after this it would be harder to get pregnant...to carry a baby to term...more dangerous...

And of course, the reporter admitted to herself, if I keep having unprotected sex, I might just get knocked up anyway, and that would be that, wouldn't it?

A momentous decision faced her as her night out drew toward its natural close, and as Blaze's thrusts began to grow more insistent, the speed picking up, the strokes shorter, Lois knew that if she kept this up very long, she'd be pregnant for real. Just thinking about that seemed to make her pussy wetter, the cock sliding in and out easier, the heat building inside of her. She began to shift her hips to meet those thrusts, trying to angle her crotch and belly so that Blaze rubbed her stiff little clit, and before Lois Lane knew it...

...well, her decision wasn't made yet. But if she kept this up much longer, Lois Lane had no doubt what the outcome would be. It was just a matter of time...and odds...and ultimately willpower. Whether she could resist coming back here tomorrow night. Whether she could live without that cock plunging deep inside her hungry cunt and filling her up once again. If the dreams of having a baby wouldn't wear her down...

Well, that was for tomorrow, and the day after. For now, Lois Lane squeezed that cock as though she never wanted it to leave, and her warm mouth found that hissing tongue and sucked on it, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter gave herself over, for a few hours until dawn, to the ancient rut.

She wouldn't be impregnated tonight, no. Probably not, anyway. Almost certainly. Lois Lane would have to be either very lucky or very unlucky to get knocked up from just this...but each time Blaze came in her...Lois imagined those dusky Native American maidens, wrapped around their horned snake, crying out as their hands struggled for grip on the scales of that hard, lithe body as it pierced them to the core...and maybe she understood, that night, what drove them to that sacred spring in the place called Fertile Valley.