Hours. Days. Plenty of Time.

"Time for what?" Lois said.

Blaze answered by moving Lois over to a clean spot on the bed—a position where the pregnant reporter's legs could hand off of it. The demonic dickgirl smacked her hard dick against the reporter's belly. Lois winced, skin stinging. The belly didn't wobble, exactly, but the skin was so tight that she could feel the impact reverberate through her whole abdomen, and set the life inside her to moving.

That was a disconcerting sensation. The reporter could actually feel the movement, though she knew the baby must be packed in there tight, head turned toward her pussy for its short, excruciating trip down the birth canal. Lois rubbed her stomach, instinctively wanting to calm the baby down. She seemed fit to burst at any time, and there was no doubt that any sharp movement could send her into labor.

Her head jerked up to meet Blaze's smile.

"You wouldn't!" she said.

Blaze knelt down and kissed the reporter's popped-out navel.

"Oh, I intend to enjoy you like this as long as I can," she dropped into a squat, hands sliding behind the reporter's knees, holding Lois Lane's legs out wide as she angled her cock back to the reporter's pussy. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are? I could spend a day just jerking off to that belly...those tits!"

Lois brought her arms up and tried to sit up...which, given her precarious position, meant that she impaled herself on the demon's dick. The reporter's eyes shot open as she felt the head slide into her...only a moment before she realized that her new center of gravity was lower and farther ahead than it had been a little while ago. She slide forward along the hard cock, her protruding abdomen pressing into the demon...and with a laugh Angelica caught Lois in her arms and sank down to the carpet, letting gravity slide the gravid reporter's cunt down along her shaft.

"Oof," Lois managed when she bottomed out. The weight of the swollen womb made her cunt feel tight. Her belly stretched so far forward that from her perspective, the navel was just beneath Blaze's chin—though she knew there had to be at least a foot between them.

The demon's hands rubbed the reporter's hips.

"Come on," she said, white eyes glowing. "Fuck me, mama."

"You knocked me up, rushed me through my pregnancy, and now you want me to fuck you again!?" Lois growled. "If I could move I'd get right up off this dick and...and..."

Lois tried to rise. Her legs, still unused to the added weight, and to the fat cock that felt like it was ready to split her pregnant pussy in two, made it about four inches before falling right back down on her heels.

"Hmm, yeah baby," Blaze said. "Just like that. Work that belly..."

"You have a serious fetish," Lois said.

"Ah, Lois Lane," Blaze said, and her hands moved to rub the reporter's belly. "It's worse than that, I fear. Normally, you see, I don't care for pregnant women. But seeing you pregnant...by Lilith, a part of me wants to keep you knocked up forever."

The reporter paused in mid-rise. She wobbled there, trying to understand what the demon was getting at.

"Are you—I mean, I thought that this was just—to humiliate me, or get **** on Superman, or corrupt me or something."

Blaze smiled.

"That's what I told myself. Ever since you came in that club, I was plotting how to get you under my power. Now though...all I care about is keeping my cock buried inside your pregnant cunt!"

Lois fell backward, the dick slamming almost painfully deep inside of her. That started the baby to moving again, and both of them had their hands on that bulging belly, feeling their offspring move about.

Something shifted in their relationship right there. Lois could sense it. The only question was...what was she going to do about it?