End: Metaphysical Fucking

"Now," Blaze said. "This might sting a bit..."

So saying, the dickgirl drew her cock back until only the tip was still in the reporter's pussy...and then she drove it forward, the cock battering against the reporter's cervix...and then straight through it, the cock penetrating impossibly deep and hard. With a flash of pain, Lois felt...

Lois felt herself staring down at her body, the cock lodged so deep within she could make out the little dimple on her lower abdomen where the hard prick distended the skin. Angelica's eyes were closed, and Lois Lane's body lay limp and still, though her chest rose and fell.

What's happening? The pregnant woman thought. Then she felt...another presence. Warm, almost blistering, invisible and yet enveloping. Lois Lane could feel it surround her, this all-consuming flame, almost painful in its intensity...and then it spoke, with Blaze's voice.

This is your astral self, the words came, not as sound exactly, but as though a thought that had popped into the reporter's mind. As above, so below. What happens here is reflected in your physical self. As I split the fertilized cell in two...so we must create a new life for our new child.

The pregnant woman wanted to shake, but she could feel her body only dimly. She was aware, if she concentrated on it, of the hard floor beneath her back, the hard cock inside her cunt. Yet the heat that surrounded her now was something else something completely different in her experience.

The flame surrounded her. Voracious, it sought to penetrate Lois, and instinctively the reporter fought back, though she knew not how. All her will and strength struggled against that shapeless heat, and yet slowly, slowly, she felt her nebulous body begin to heat up. There was a grasping, seeking tendril of stuff that burrowed white hot against her, and Lois could feel the cool center of her being, placid and so far untouched by that terrible taint, that **** thing that wanted to make Lois...more like itself.

In a moment of clarity, Lois imagined herself then as a cell under ****, surrounded by sperm, all bumping and grinding their tips against her outer membrane, utterly aloof and impenetrable. She realized then that she had complete control...that nothing could touch her unless she willed it, that no **** could **** her unless she willed it, not in this place.

Do I want this? Lois wondered, floating calm and serene amidst the chaos of the inferno that raged around her. Once more she looked down at herself, placid and unmoving. Thought of the child even now growing inside of her. Her whole life flashed back before her eyes, memories she had forgotten...hugging her mother's growing belly, waiting for her sister to be born...and knew, with startling clarity, that she did not want her daughter to be an only child.

So with utter singleness of purpose, Lois ceased fighting. Relaxed her guard, and let the fire flow in.

The white-hot tendril burst through and stabbed into the heart of her being, and Lois almost last at the pathetic eagerness of it, as though it had overcome some terrible obstacle, obtained some precious prize. A piece of it broke off, a spark, that danced and joined with Lois Lane's own essence. Within the very center of her, she could feel the light pulse and grow...

...Lois blinked as Angelica pulled out of her, a torrent of sperm flowing out of the reporter's pussy. Something had happened, Lois knew, though the memory was fading quickly, like a dream.

"I think it worked," the dickgirl said, her voice a little tired.

"It did," Lois reached out and grabbed her lover's hand. "I don't know how, but I know it did."

The night was dying. The day remained to be born. There was much yet unsaid between Blaze and Lois Lane, and much of their adventures, sexual and magical, yet to come. Yet this part of their story, the first part, had come at last to the end.

Deep within Lois Lane, her twins began to grow.