End: Reincarnation

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," Lois Lane said.

"It's simple, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "I can't grant your mother's soul salvation, or bring her back to life. But! If you're pregnant, the burgeoning life inside you doesn't have a soul yet. We just have to get in there, and she'll be reborn—not with exactly a clean karmic slate, but with the potential to work off her sins or accept the grace of God or whatever else it is you mortals do to get into Paradise."

"Yes, I understood that part, thank you," Lois said gravely. "What I'm a little hazy on is how and why you have to fuck her into me?"

"I'm a little unclear on how that's supposed to work too," Ella Lane volunteered.

Lois Lane was on her hands and knees on the floor. Laying on top of the naked woman was her naked mother, the older woman's breasts pressed into her back, her buttocks pressed into her mother's crotch.

"Well, put it this way," Blaze said from behind and above them both. "This is going to feel really weird. Just try and endure it, okay?"

The reporter frowned...and if she could have seen the expression on her mother's face, just then, she would have recognized it.

"Lois?" Ella Lane said. "I just wanted to say...thank you. For doing this. I know it's a lot to ask..."

"Oh, mom, of course," Lois said, as though she were letting her mother stay over at her apartment for a few days instead of taking up residence in her womb for forty weeks. The naked woman tried not to think about the implications of actually giving birth and raising her reincarnated mother as her own son or daughter.

"Yes, but I really apprecia—Oh!" Ella Lane's voice cried out.

"Mom?" Lois twisted her head around as her mother's cool, heavy body squirmed atop hers. "What is it?"

"Oh your...fiance...has just penetrated me," Ella said. Her voice sounded strange to Lois. "She's quite the big one, isn't she? You're going to be a lucky woman Lois. I—ah!"

This time, Lois gasped too. She could feel Blaze press against her pussy...but there was something else. The demon's dick felt bigger than before. Thicker. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it almost felt like there was something wrapped around her cock.

Which was exactly the case.

While Ella Lane looked for all the world to be an attractive, slender older woman in her sixties, in reality she was little more than a mass of ectoplasm with very little mass or physical substance. A mass which, when faced with a dense source of magical energy—like Blaze's penis—could be deformed, and condensed. The end result being that Blaze was quite literally stuffing Lois Lane's mother into her daughter's gaping cunt, one hip-thrust at a time.

It was a weird enough sight for Blaze...who used her hands to press more of Ella Lane's ectoplasmic mass toward her pussy, then pull out her cock and press it forward, to deform the cool flesh like putty. The ghost herself was utterly incapable of expressing what was happening to her, as push after push of her future futa-in-law's crimson cock deformed her body in a way that wasn't painful, but was very disconcerting. And Lois Lane grit her teeth and felt like a prime Thanksgiving turkey as the long slow strokes slowly pressed more and more of her mother's body into her cunt.

Whenever the ectoplasm got near to her cervix, a wispy thread of the soul-stuff was sucked into the spiritual void that was Lois Lane's womb. Probably, given enough time, the nascent life within Lois would have simply drawn all of Ella Lane into itself, hungry as it was for completion. Blaze, however, was happy to help the process along.

If nothing else, for the sheer thrill of seeing Ella Lane slowly being dragged and fucked into her daughter's cunny. The old woman's hips disappeared first, legs dangling outside as they slowly lost their cohesion. Blaze felt kneecaps squirm from solid into playdoh-like consistency as she shoved it inside with her dick. The demon smiled as she groped the small, cool breasts of Lois Lane's mother. Bent the old woman backward as the cock plugged away and away, until only Ella Lane's head remained outside of Lois' pussy.

The crimson cock leveled itself at the ghost's throat.

"Farewell, Ella," Blaze said. "See you in forty weeks!"

With more **** than necessary, the scarlet shaft rammed into Ella Lane's mouth...and Lois grunted as she felt the mass, like a loaf of soft bread dough being shoved into her overstuffed pussy...only for it to slowly dissolve inside of her, until all that the reporter could feel inside her ravaged pussy was her fiance's cock.

"Is...is it over?" Lois said. Her body dripped with sweat from the supernatural sex ordeal.

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze patted Lois gently on the ass. "Now...what venue would you like for our wedding? We should hold it soon, before you start to show..."

It was not how Lois Lane had imagined her night out, when she had begun it. Her whole life seemed flipped, turned upside down...but a part of her felt glad. Happy that she had been able to save her mother's soul...or at least to give her a shot at heaven and happiness.