End: Soul-Searching

There are moments of crisis that define every person. Brief periods of such intense import that the actions taken during them set the course of lives. In that moment, as the demon's seal glowed with supernatural power, Lois Lane realized with a kind of numb shock that despite all her protests—her denials—her weak and ineffectual protests—she had succumbed to Blaze's power, just as somewhere in her uterus an egg had surrendered to the demon's sperm, and a new life was even then in the process of growing and multiplying, ready to attach itself and begin the forty weeks of gestation that would culminate in birth.

Lois closed her eyes—and knew she was at one of those moments of crisis.

Despite all that Blaze had said and done, the reporter knew she could leave. There were options for women, and she could take a pill or undergo an abortion and walk away from this whole night and pretend it never existed. She could scream aloud for Superman, and she had no doubt the Kryptonian would descend on the demonic dickgirl like a vengeful god, eyes burning red, and send her back to hell. Lois realized, in that moment, that she was not some powerless victim.

Unless she chose to be.

Blaze's cock was still inside Lois Lane's snatch, plugging the fresh-spunked hole, even though the reporter was already pregnant. Lois Lane thought about that. She had a good sense for when people lied, and she felt that Blaze had told the truth when she said that Lois had wanted to get pregnant. The reporter replayed the events of the night—every decision she had made, every step that had taken her to this place, to getting filled with demonic jizz in a toilet—and Lois realized that she had, though not consciously, been trying to get pregnant. It was the only thing that made sense. Why else would she have acted as she did? Why else play along with the demon's games, instead of immediately running or calling for help?

No, Lane, Lois told herself. You need to own this. You wanted it and now, you need to deal with it.

Like that, Lois Lane resolved herself to the pregnancy. She was going to keep the baby.

She did not, however, resolve herself to being Blaze's bitch.

With sudden strength, Lois pulled herself off of Blaze's cock. A spurt of cum burst out of her cunt and ran down her thigh. The reporter staggered to her feet and stiff-legged, walked to the paper towel disposal. She ran wads of ruff paper tissue down her legs and against her leaking slit, all the time feeling the scarlet succubus' eyes upon her.

Once reasonably clean, the naked reporter eyed the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Blaze asked.

"Away from you," Lois said, too tired for banter.

"You can't abort our child," the demon said, as Lois walked to the door. "The Seal will protect—"

"I'm not aborting my child," Lois said. She turned back for one last look at the demonic woman. Blood red skin, dark horns, a flaccid cock with huge hairless balls—and those pure white eyes and strange Mona Lisa smile. Except as Lois gazed into those eyes, the smile suddenly faltered.

"You're a sperm donor, nothing more." Lois said. "We aren't a couple, and you aren't parent material. I got all that I wanted from you out of your cock. If you come near me or the baby, I'll see you destroyed."

The smile vanished entirely, replaced by a slight frown. The red brow furrowed, making odd folds because of the horns.

"You dare talk to me like that?"

Lois turned around. She walked back to where the demon lay on the floor. With a burst of surprising strength and speed, the reporter grabbed the demon by the horns and wrenched upwards. With a squawk of surprise, Blaze rose—only for Lois to smash the demonic dickgirl's skull against the edge of the sink.

White porcelain splintered and cracked. Purple blood dripped onto the floor. Lois felt the surge of nervous strength and the brief sensation of invulnerability that she associated with adrenaline, but there was something else beyond it...and Lois realized that the demon seal on her abdomen was glowing bright red.

"Yeah...I dare. Because I don't think you can do anything to me anymore. You don't dare harm the baby—and even if you tried, I think the demon seal would protect me, wouldn't it?"

The demon looked up from the floor. She wasn't seriously hurt, just a few drops of blood leaking from her nose and a busted lip. Eyes wide in an expression that Lois couldn't interpret.

"You wanted a conquest," Lois said. "A victim. And I'm not going to give you that. I'm Lois Lane, the best damn reporter at the Daily Planet, and I'm going to be the best damn single mom at the Daily Planet too. And if you come anywhere near us, there's no hell where you can hide."

Lois lowered her voice then, to that serious tone she reserved for her most solemn promises. "And you should know—I have Batman on speed dial. Just in case you think Superman and Zatanna are my only friends in the superhero community."

The reporter turned her heel. This time, Blaze didn't try to stop Lois as she left.

Totally naked. No phone, money, or ID. Pregnant...but Lois Lane was still herself. This night out might not have gone exactly as planned, but she wasn't going to be anyone's victim.