Guilty

"Oh God," Lois said, curling up into a ball on the bed. She squeezed her eyes tight, feeling an aching hole in her chest. The full realization of what she had done hit her, and she wanted to hide from the world. Everything people thought about her...everything she had worked so hard to become, the expectations that people had for her...and she had moaned like a whore and begged to be impregnated like a complete slut. It was a betrayal of everything she stood for, of everyone that trusted her, looked up to her. Her family, her friends, her coworkers...

The bed creaked as Blaze sat down next to her. A warm hand patted the freshly impregnated reporter on the thigh.

"No tears, Lois Lane," the demonic dickgirl said, not ungently. "It is a heroic thing you've done tonight."

"Heroic?" Lois croaked, voice thick with self-recrimination. "I got fucked! I let myself get fucked!"

"And because of that, yourself and four other women addicted to demon-cum may be cured of their afflictions." The demon said. "Mother's milk is the only safe, natural cure. As little as a mouthful will do. That is something that not even the Man of Steel could accomplish, with all his vaunted powers."

Lois sniffed. She knew she shouldn't trust Blaze. Yet the demon's words did reassure her a little. The reporter knew she had to keep reminding herself that this was for someone else...that she wasn't some needy slut who spread her legs for a big cock just because she needed a dick for her hungry gash. Sometimes reporters had to do unpleasant things to get the story, go to places other people wouldn't go.

Up until now, Lois had drawn the line at sex. Now...she wondered if she would hold so tightly to that in the future. It was a terrifying thought. To compromise once didn't mean she'd ever have to do it again. Hell, with a baby on the way she might not be going out on any dangerous assignments for a long time...

"I still have to carry the baby," Lois said, thinking out loud.

"Yes," Blaze said, rubbing her hand over the reporter's flank. She seemed oddly clingy, unwilling to let the reporter go.

"And it'll be months until my milk comes in," The reporter said.

"Well, as to that..." the demon said. "There is a way to speed things along."