End: Lois Wants A Baby Girl

As soon as the demon whispered those words, Lois Lane pictured herself holding a little baby girl...with raven-black hair and violet eyes...and something inside her heart melted. It was a vision so vivid, so intense than her whole being seemed to ache for it. She almost forgot the fat cock she was bouncing on, buried so deep in her ass she could almost taste it..

"...a girl would be nice, I guess," Lois conceded.

_I must be crazy, _the reporter thought to herself. This is so nuts!

Yet Lois knew, deep down, that was part of the appeal. Doing something so wild, so reckless, so utterly and completely out of character...and yet, at the moment, Lois knew she really wanted this. And to hell with the consequences.

"You're going to be so sexy with a big belly," Blaze kept massaging the reporter's flat stomach, her abs flexing to cause the cock to move inside of Lois. "Just thinking about it makes me want to drown your ass in jizz..."

"Just so we're clear," Lois said. "I get the contact information for the missing women...and you're going to help out, right? You're not just going to pup in every week for an hour to plow my asshole and disappear, right?"

"An hour? Babe, I will fuck your ass for an entire weekend at a shot...but yes, yes, I will gladly assist you...for the entire pregnancy. After all, I need to protect my investment. There's just one, tiny, final bit of business..."

Lois closed her eyes and leaned back, letting Blaze do the work of stretching the reporter's asshole. It was burning and kind of sore but also...really...good. Her hand slid down to her pussy, rubbing at her clit...a part of her wondered if she could cum with just her ass, and she wanted to find out, but right now she just wanted to feel that hot gusher of jizz burst inside of her.

Which is why she was totally unprepared for the sharp pain that stabbed into the flesh of her right asscheek. Lois cried out, her whole body like a taut piano wire vibrating as the hammer struck it again and again, Blaze lazily dragging a burning nail through the flesh of the reporter's buttocks...five strokes, and then a circle...and then it was Blaze who grunted, thrusting her cock even deeper into the reporter's gaping hole as a hot torrent flooded the reporter's guts.

Lois leaned forward, dazed, shivering...not sure if she had just cum or not...and then she twisted around, still impaled on Blaze's cock, and saw the livid scar emblazoned on her ass: an upside-down pentacle, surrounded by a circle.

"My mark," Blaze explained. "To signify our deal. Just a way to warn others that this ass is mine."

Lois chuckled. The scar throbbed...her ass was on fire...and she felt the overpowering need to pull herself off that cock and waddle to the toilet so that she could squirt the demonic jizz out of her.

Yet for the moment she stayed put. After all, it was Blaze's turn to deliver her part of the deal...and though it had cost Lois more than she had thought it would at the beginning of the night, she was not entirely displeased with the strange bargain she had made.

"Okay, so tell me where the women are," Lois said. "And start thinking of baby names..."

There are many worlds in the multiverse, many branches in time...this is one where Lois and Blaze, through a series of decisions, have gone off on a different path. Who knows when and where it will go from here?