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Chapter 21 by Zeebop Zeebop

The End

Epilogue: Egg-stra!

Blaze didn't move. Lois Lane frowned as she felt the cock stiffen.

The reporter stared up at the demonic dickgirl, wondering what the hell was going on.

A dark purple tongue licked the demon's crimson lips. Pure white eyes stared down into the reporter's violet eyes.

"Do you...think you have a little more room?"

The reporter felt the two eggs sitting inside her womb. She already felt uncomfortably bloated, and now that the excitement was dying down, her cervix was a mass of pain. Lois imagined this was what mothers felt like after giving birth...two objects had just **** themselves through her deepest, most sensitive part, after all.

Not waiting for an answer, Blaze began to move. Her cock slid easily through the reporter's already lubricated and stretched channel, and the demon's hands pinned Lois Lane's shoulders to the floor as her hips bucked, cock pushing in and out of the reporter's aching pussy.

"I thought you only had two eggs," Lois said, wondering she should resist or not. The hard sex before was still catching up with her, but she couldn't deny that the plunging prick didn't feel all bad. She wasn't sure about taking another egg, though.

"Feels like I've got another one in me," Blaze showed her fangs. "So I want to feel what it looks like putting another one in you."

They began to pant. Despite Lois Lane's half-hearted protest, she found herself spreading her legs wider and angling her hips to better facilitate the downward plunge of the pussy-pummeler. It was growing very close to knocking on her cervix once again.

"I...didn't think...I was...signing up...for triplets!" Lois huffed, raising her forearms to catch and hold onto Blaze's arms as the demon pinned her down.

"Oh damn," Blaze bottomed out inside the human woman, the tip of her dick pressing up against the cervix...and Lois squirmed, unable to keep herself from crying out as the tip of the dick actually **** itself inside her dilated, already bruised cervix. The rubbery tim of the demon's dick, with its own grotesquely distorted urethra, actually touch her eggs in the reporter's womb.

"Here I cum!"

Lois Lane had watched Blaze's face when she was passing the other eggs. A mixture of pain and ecstasy, like she was ejaculating and passing a kidney stone at the same time. This was different. The cords stood out on the demon's neck, the veins around her horns bulged, her pure white eyes narrowed to the finest of slits, lips pulled back from her teeth, whole body tensed as if she was focusing her entire being on pushing something out of her...

...and then Lois felt it.

The third egg was bigger than the others. The reporter didn't know how big, but her fingernails dug into the meat of the demon's arms, dribbles of blood running down from the wounds as the reporter's already overworked cunt was stretched past anything she had ever known. It was like what Lois imagined being fisted was like...and though her vaginal canal narrowed, this didn't. When it touched the reporter's cervix it was clear to her that it couldn't possibly fit. There was simply no room.

Blaze made room.

The demon shook uncontrollably, not even breathing, black sparks arcing between her horns in uncontrolled released, stabing downwards to make contact with the reporter's pale white abdomen...and Lois Lane felt, though she knew it should be impossible, her cervix stretch wide as the third egg passed through it. Her stomach bulged upwards, the abdomen distorted as uterus stretched to make way for the newcomer...and despite the pain, something about that made Lois Lane grunt and spasm, body shaking as she was impr-egg-nated once again.

Panting and drained, the black lightning fading away, the insemination was almost an afterthought. A thin spew of that same pre-implantation mix, filling in the spaces between the eggs...and the demon's dick, limp and stretched-out like a deflated noodle, slid out of the reporter's pussy, which gaped and then sagged, like a half-collapsed cathedral of flesh.

Lois Lane stared down at her stomach, now visibly distended by the clutch of eggs within...and wondered how the hell she was going to hide that.

Fin

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