Fight AND Fuck

Four pregnant women. Normally, Lois Lane would not even consider striking one. Human life was precious, and whatever utter cunts their mothers were, the unborn fetuses had done nothing wrong. They deserved a chance at life. If someone had asked her this morning what the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would do in this circumstance, she would have had to think deep. Probably, she would have said that she'd find another way—any other way. That she wouldn't let herself be put in that situation.

Normally.

Lois Lane's right foot slammed into the side of Jenny Dunlap's right knee when the pregnant bitch got too close. Off-balance, the leggy blonde fell on her side in the sand, arms out to catch herself.

Jenny Dunlap and Mara de la Cruz rushed in. No fight training, uncordinated, but dangerous. The reporter's instincts and training kicked in, pulling away from the grasping hands, fists pulled back as she waited for an opening...and found one. The straight left split Diana Reynold's lip, a single bloody tooth flying through the air as she staggered backward into Mara. Lois pushed forward, her right fist coming up—

Too late, the reporter fought her instinct, aiming the blow away from the naked redhead's belly. What should have been body blow right below the navel turned into a clumsy punch straight into Diana's left tit. Mara sidestepped and let the redhead fall on her ass, rushed forward and pushed Lois backwards with a hard shove.

Little Tonya Wong had crawled behind Lois; the reporter's backward stagger turned into a fall. On her back, the pregnant women closed on her.

Shock ran down Lois Lane's left leg as she slammed her heel into Mara's crotch. The 20-year-old art major nearly collapsed, clutching at her thigh, and for a brief moment Lois hoped that she hadn't hurt her bay. Then Tonya Wong was grabbing and sitting on the reporter's right arm, pinning Lois to the ground.

Lois brought up her left fist. Aimed at the petite Asian woman's face. One, two, three punches in quick succession, each one hard enough to jar her, but the bitch hung on. As Lois turned to gouge at her eye with her thumb, hands caught her arm...and Lois turned to see Diana, blood dripping down her chin.

The blonde slowly wrestled the reporter's other arm to the ground. Lois kicked and twisted her body, trying for any leverage that she could get, but the pregnant bitches were stubborn...and Mara and Jenny limped forward and, despite the reporter's best attempts, caught and held her legs.

Lois Lane's heart thundered in her chest. She wasn't hurt...but she was being held on the ground, legs spread, her slit bared. Blaze in all of her scarlet glory strolled forward, black lightning flickering about her horns. The reporter could still recognize in her the lost, addled young woman that she had first met, but it was a diabolic resemblance—like a poisonous snake that looks beautiful in the moment before it strikes.

The cock twitched.

"The rite," the demon said. "Doesn't care if you spread your legs willingly, or if I **** you, Lois. I am a creature bound by certain rules, and our union is ordained. I cannot go back otherwise. If you wish to struggle, I will still take you. As hard and painful as that may be. But...I will offer you a choice."

The demon dropped into a squat, almost shoulder to shoulder between Mara and Jenny. One long forefinger hovered over the reporter's midsection, and Lois shuddered as she felt—or imagined she could feel—something happening inside of her, beneath the skin."

"Offer yourself to me freely, and I will cleanse your memory of this night. You will bear my seed, but you will remember only a one-night stand in a club, a moment of weakness that blesses you with a child."

"And if I refuse?" Lois said. She glared at the demon, but **** her muscles to relax. Maybe if she could keep the demon talking, catch them off-guard...

"I will still take you," the demon whispered. "But it will not be swift, or gentle. You will bear the scars of our coupling for the rest of your life, and the memory of it will haunt you every night, and in the face of your child. All your life has come down to only these options, Lois Lane. Now...you must choose."

Crimson hands settled heavily on Lois Lane's thighs, and Mara and Jenny let go, crawling away. Lois could feel the preternatural strength holding her down...and knew that Blaze never needed them. The demon could have taken Lois by **** any time she wanted. Now the reporter knew how the mouse felt as the cat played with it.