End: Twins Run In The Family

"Lois, darling," Ella Lane said as she held the reporter's hair out of her daughter's face as the young woman gagged on Blaze's cock. "I just want to tell you that this means the world to me. Knowing that you're going to be a mother, that you've found a healthy relationship and will be taken care of financially...it's a burden lifted off my spirit. Now, at last, I can rest in peace. Thank you."

Tears slid out over Lois Lane's cheeks. Blaze's cock began to throb and spurt, and the reporter, half-trying to sob, made a convulsive motion of throat and mouth that sent streams of black semen oozing out of her nostrils. The demonic dickgirl looked down at her mistress affectionately.

"Before you go...there is one little thing I should tell," the scarlet succubus said to the ghost. "Twins run in the family."

Lois Lane's eyes went wide. Twins...

"Oh, Lois!" Ella squealed in delight. "How fantastic!"

The pregnant reporter wheezed. She dragged her face off of Blaze's crimson cock, coughing and hacking, thumping her chest to try and clear it as some of the Satanic sperm had gone down the wrong way. The reporter looked at Blaze and managed a haggard:

"You're sure?"

Blaze smiled lazily. She stroked her spit-slick dick. Lois watched in vague alarm as black sparks came off the demon's thumb, and the mighty meatpole grew stiff and hard again.

"Oh yes. No doubt about it," the demon's Mona Lisa smile seemed oddly smug. "Why don't you show me how grateful you are?"

Something about the tone of the demon stiffened the reporter's spine...but then her mother's voice spoke, for the final time.

"That's a wonderful idea! Lois, I want you to see you ride that cock before I go." Ella came and sat next to Blaze, one pale, almost transparent arm around the demon's shoulders.

So Lois Lane smiled...like a good mistress, like a kept woman. She rose and straddled those crimson thighs. Blaze's hands stroked her legs, then slid down and around to cup her mistress's buttocks. Lifted Lois up and brought her forward, so that the reporter's labia just nuzzled that girthy fuckstick.

Cheeks burning, Lois reached down and spread her lips with two fingers. Let that swollen purple head slide back into her sticky, cum-filled hole. The reporter felt an odd premonition...that this was going to be a good part of her life now. Cunt always dripping and sticky with spunk. Fucked at all hours. Pregnant, and probably pregnant again soon after she gave birth. The demon delighting in the changes to her body, in the little embarrassments, the way Lois moaned and squirmed on her prick...and Lois could just imagine what Superman would think of her, whoring herself out to this demon.

Which is what I am, Lois thought to herself. Taking money for sex. Just a whore, even if a well-paid one.

Lois Lane's heart seemed to sink, even as she sank down. A groan passed through her lips involuntarily as that thick dick filled her...and Blaze absently ran her finger over the reporter's flat stomach, as if tracing a figure.

"Twins," Blaze rumbled. "Every time, twins. A boy and a girl. You'll be a wonderful mother to our children...a wonderful mistress to take care of my needs...and as long as you do, our pact shall remain. You will want for nothing in terms of money..."

"It's wonderful, Lois," Ella Lane said. The old woman was growing translucent. The reporter felt a lump in her throat. "I'm so proud of you."

The voice was little more than a whisper. Stupid tears filled the reporter's eyes again and again. "Mom..." she choked out.

Except the spirit of her mother was gone.

Blaze gripped her mistress by the hips, and began to slowly thrust in and out of her. The sob broke from Lois Lane's lips, and the reporter threw herself forward, burying her head into Blaze's shoulder. The demon couldn't stop smiling as Lois wrapped her arms around her lover and cried it out, the crimson cock making obscene schluck-schluck-schluck sounds as it slid in and out of the sperm-filled snatch.

The sex is always better when the cunt is crying, Blaze thought to herself, pleased at how well her little plan had gone. She had found the chink in the reporter's armor...and now, she had Lois Lane herself riding her dick, pregnant with her children, taking her money. Victory was sweet...and perhaps in the future, changing diapers for squalling demonic brats as Blaze prepared to knock her up again, Lois Lane would look back ruefully on her night out and ask whether it has really been the spirit of Ella Lane that had goaded her into bing the demon's mistress...or whether a careful illusion had been all that was necessary to get a horny and sex-starved reporter to convince herself to get knocked up.

Blaze would only ever smile...and remind her that a deal was a deal.