End: The Pool Accepts Lois Lane As Its Vessel

Sometimes, when Lois Lane was in the throes of passion, she would clutch her lover to her, squeeze her pussy, and beg them to cum inside of her. It was always her craziest moment, when she had passed beyond all restraint and rationality, and if they did not then and there begin grunting and emptying their jizz inside of her thirsty cunt then she would begin to babble crazily about needing to feel a steaming gusher in her cunt.

A sensation Lois Lane had never really experienced, though she had played with the settings on a shower head, and seen what she could endure.

Now, however...

A boiling geyser of cum slammed into the reporter's cunt. It lifted her out of the hole and into the air. Carried aloft by the **** of the spewing cum, the reporter's clothes were blasted off in an instant, and she stood suspended, naked in midair. it took Lois Lane a moment to realize that it should have been covering her body...but that isn't what was happening.

She stared down in confusion...and saw that the torrent of jizz erupting from below narrowed and swirled, like a whirlpool in reverse, and was shooting up into her wide-open slit. Lois Lane gasped and thrashed in midair, speared by the torrent of supernatural semen flowing into her body...

...and her body began to change.

Physically, Lois felt the pounding pressure grow and grow on the entrance to her womb. A terrible heat radiated out from her uterus, until it felt like a white-hot poker had been shoved right up against her cervix. She screamed, in mingled pleasure and pain...but that was only the beginning. Golden lines of light began to trace her arteries and veins, shining through the skin. Her flat stomach began to shift and swell, throbbing and doming out as though a balloon was slowly being inflated beneath her skin. Hips cracked and shifted as they widened, small breasts began to swell and shift, the nipples darkening. All over her body a subtle alchemy took place as her thighs and ass thickened, her face softened, and her whole body grew subtly curvier...

Angelica Blaze stared up at her, eyes gleaming white in the darkness. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the surging whiteness as her acolytes watched in fanatic fascination.

In her head, Lois Lane felt for a moment as though she floated, an empty universe of infinite space...and then a heat entered into the core of her being. A star burst forth, deep within her, radiant and fierce...the reporter's mind, body, and spirit were overwhelmed.

Goddess, demon, or spirit, whatever it was that had been trapped there long ago by the Native American shamans...whatever magic had torn and bound a piece of the demon Blaze and placed it in that pool, waiting to be rediscovered, re-released...came together now in Lois Lane.

As the white torrent receded, the naked reporter was lowered to the floor. Her flawless skin gleamed in the darkness of the cavern. As she settled to her knees on the cavern floor in the shallow depression that had once been the mystic pool, Lois Lane's hands went to her swollen stomach. The golden light of her veins dimmed slowly as she struggled to breathe.

"Mistress?" One of the acolytes said. "Did it work? Are you...whole?"

The reporter gave a weak smile...and through the skin of her stomach, round and taut as a woman full-term, a pair of pure white eyes burned.

"Not...quite," the voice came from Lois Lane's throat, but it was as if two were speaking at once. "I am here. So is...Lois. My spiritual union is complete, but my flesh..."

The naked reporter's body racked in a hideous cackle of laughter like the peel of distant thunder.

"In time, perhaps, I will be born anew. For now...I will make do with her."

The naked, pregnant woman stood up...and her acolytes bowed before her. A Mona Lisa smile graced the features of Lois Lane...yet she was no longer the same person who had begun this night out. She stepped from the pool with purpose, power flowing from her with a bare thought, clothing her gravid form in a shadowy maternity dress.

Around the world, the omens began. An ancient evil had been revived...a figure of lust and darkness, shadow and flame, who could give the gift of dark fertility to any who followed her...and the face it bore was that of Lois Lane.