End: Lois Lane Returns To The Womb

Impossible, was Lois Lane's last coherent thought.

Her face pressed into the massive gape. She felt Blaze's fingers holding the labia open scrape against her temples. The reporter felt a momentary panic of claustrophobia as she stared into the darkness. Felt the cunt-lips seal against her face. For a moment she had the image of her whole head popping into the impossible cavity that was Angelica Blaze's cavernous cunt.

Then fingers pressed at the back of the reporter's head, forcing her further in. Valeria kept shoving from behind, the dog-knot forcing Lois Lane forward. Hands grabbed the reporter's arms and legs, forcing them against her sides. Something wet and slimy poured on her, until Lois Lane's entire body was slick and squirmy. The humid air inside Blaze's pussy grew thick and close, the reporter struggling not to hyperventilate.

What happened next, Lois Lane did not see. She only felt it. Her body being pressed forward, deeper and deeper—which should have been impossible. Those hungry cunt-lips closing on her neck...and then slowly spreading to encompass her shoulders. The women pushing her deeper and deeper, but there was no way that any pussy, however large, could take a fully-grown woman...

....yet Lois felt her breasts pushed inside the lower lip of Blaze's pussy. Felt something ahead of her, some further threshold of flesh that her head was passing through, even as her arms were pinioned to her sides by the warm walls of Blaze's cunny. It wasn't just being pushed and fucked deeper and deeper, something in that darkness was drawing Lois in, sucking her forward. It was like being born in reverse...and Lois could not tell right then if the pussy had grown larger, or if she had shrunk, or both.

There was a wrenching pain as the knot popped out of Lois. She felt almost hollowed out by it's absence...yet her thoughts came thickly. The air was so close in here. It was so wet. She could feel how hot it was, how tight. Hands on her ass guided her forward, legs kicking feebly. Her head hit some back wall and instinctively Lois began to curl up, drawing her legs in behind her. Hugging her knees to her chest as she sank into something that wasn't quite sleep...a kind of waking fever dream in the comforting darkness.

Her last conscious feeling was a spike of pain as the umbilicus attached itself to her navel, feeding alien blood into Lois Lane's body.

"Mistress," Valeria said. "Are you alright? Can you stand?"

Blaze flashed her servant a knowing half-smile. She lay one hand on her enormous abdomen, which had stretched grotesquely to accommodate the reporter's body. Even now, the women could see the outline of the curled-up woman inside the demonic womb...but as fluid began to fill it out, the features were swiftly lost, replaced by a single enormous distended abdomen.

With the barest of grunts, Blaze stood. Her enormous gravidity jutted out in front of her, the belly sagging forward and forcing her to lean back to better balance it.

She caressed the surface lovingly.

"I am fine, my faithful servant. You and your sisters have done well," Blaze said. "Lois is wilful. It will help carry her through to the next stage of her initiation."

The women moved forward, each of the touching the swollen stomach. Each of them, perhaps, wishing that it could be her inside that womb, being slowly corrupted by Blaze's power, to be reborn as a creature of her own flesh and blood...and the demon allowed her servants this honor as she waddled slowly toward her personal chambers.

So far, the club had exceeded her expectations as a place to gather knew followers. However, if Lois Lane was snooping around, it meant that the demon was gathering attention she could ill afford—especially with her new heir gestating inside of her. Blaze had no doubt that someone would come looking for Lois Lane, who had gone for a night out and disappeared—and the Queen of Hell determined to be ready to handle any such threats to make sure her new princess would be safely reborn.