End: Lois Lane Is Proper Fucked

Whatever else Lois Lane learned of the scarlet succubus that night, one thing stood out to the reporter: there was no gentleness inside of her. The demon smashed her hard, her talons scraping thin lines down the reporter's pale flesh, slamming her cock hard and deep and fast, until Lois Lane's face was pressed up against the mirror. Crimson hands grabbed the reporter's wrists and pulled them back, just to make Lois Lane's breasts shake and jiggle, just to make sure that Lois could see the flush of her cheeks and the way her lips gasped for breath as she was fucked hard.

There was a fire inside of the fat-cocked demon that seemed to burn into her. Even after Lois Lane's moans and gasps gave way to screams of pleasure, she could feel the hunger that kept trying to shove the cock deeper, to prolong the ecstasy and agony of their coupling. The demon drew Lois up to her, one hand reaching down to fiddle the reporter's clit while the other scraped strange patterns across her breasts and abdomen, thin scratches that didn't draw blood but which could have...and Lois felt the frisson of pain and pleasure, fear and lust, run through her horny body until, with a shudder and a howl she slammed her own cunt down onto that prick that threatened to pierce straight through the back of her pussy, eyes rolling in her head as her whole body gave way to uncontrollable spasms, the pleasure seizing her body in a climax that left her exhausted, and slumped against the demon's hard body, still impaled on that rigid cock.

The succubus held the reporter against her and stood. Lois felt her full body weight press down on the stiff prick that was still embedded in her dripping, aching quim. The demon held her there roughly, one hand underneath the reporter's breasts. The other touched the mirror, which rippled like quicksilver.

"We are not done with each other, Lois Lane," the succubus said. "It is my child in your belly. Your lusts which have called to me. And I will sate them...for it amuses me to do so."

The demon stepped forward. Lois felt the cold liquid glass pass over and through her in a way she could hardly describe. It was less as if she had stepped through some space, than if some space had stepped through her—and somehow, Lois did not feel unchanged by that passing. Her womb throbbed, stomach suddenly cramping on both sides.

When they had passed through, Lois saw, to her shock, that they were in the bedroom of her apartment. The demon turned and Lois saw that the mirror was here now too, set against the wall as though it had always been.

Except things weren't quite as they left them. Lois saw a pregnancy test, open and used, on the edge of her dresser. The calendar on the wall had days in red marking her ovulation. The bed was unmade, the sheets unwashed and stained, reeking of cum.

Memories filled in on Lois...nights of passion and regret, tense moments waiting for the outcome of the test, a long night spent staring at her stomach, trying to see the changes that had barely begun...and then she had gone out to the club. Every piece slid into place, even though Lois knew that was wrong, the memories of before she had seen the mirror somehow felt...unreal. Fragile. Like the fading bits of a dream, quickly forgotten after having woken up.

The demon dumped Lois on the bed. The reporter's face hit a crusty, half-wet patch. The scarlet succubus held a hand to the back of her head, rubbed her nose in the evidence of their affair. Somewhere in the tumult of new memories, Lois Lane seized on something. A name.

"Blaze," she whispered.

"That's right sweetmeat. But it's not my name you should be worried about," the bedsprings creaked as the demonic dickgirl slid onto it. Lois felt a thumb press against her ass as Blaze slid her still rock-hard cock back into her cunt. The reporter remembered this too. Blaze was never satisfied until she had spunked her cunt at least three times in a night...

"Think about what we're going to name our baby."

Lois Lane clenched the stained sheets in her hands. Warm tears trickled through her eyes as the cock was shoved roughly into a cunt that was now so familiar and used to such treatment. Her stomach throbbed and twisted. It was too soon for morning sickness...almost. But soon...

It wasn't long until the pregnant reporter was gasping. Before Blaze slammed her cunt so hard that it nearly drove the reporter off the bed. Drew out, leaving Lois Lane's pussy wet and sticky. Lois remembered now that the demon didn't like for her to clean up. She wanted her sperm to settle in. Liked to see Lois Lane's pussy a sticky, mess, cum dried to her thighs.

The pregnant reporter looked back as Blaze went to the mirror.

"Remember sweetmeat...whenever you want me...just look in the mirror and say my name three times."

The demon's smile was wicked as she stepped through the quicksilver portal. Leaving Lois Lane all alone with the aftermath of her decisions.

The reporter curled into a ball, hugging her stomach. Wondering when she would start to really show. How long she would be able to hold off this time, before inviting Blaze back into her life. The memories haunted her...not of her life as it was, but what it might have been. If she had never stared into the mirror, if she had never gone down to that club.

Too late now, to wonder how her night out might have gone differently. This was her life now. Demonic spunk dribbled out of her sore cunt, and Lois found she didn't care as it dribbled into the bed. Her mind switched to something else. Baby names.

"Luci," she said. "If it's a girl. Lyle if it's a boy..."