I...Dedicate My Womb...To You

It would have been harder not to say it. After all that Lois had been through...clubs beneath clubs, cum cocktails, the warp chamber, and the fucking—the raw, intense challenge of their battle of wills and slamming genitals—Lois Lane knew that it was wrong, to say the words. Knew that she was surrendering to her darkest impulses, to the sense of danger that put gave her a thrill and pushed her to go where wiser people would not, damn the consequences.

Ultimately, it was curiosity that made Lois throw caution to the winds. Without which, she would not be the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter—and somehow, staring at the terrible mask that had become Angelica Blaze's face, the dickgirl's dark hair blowing in the desert wind as it picked up, the moon just hanging over her head like a halo—Lois knew that somehow, Blaze had known that Lois would say those words.

She pushed the cock down deep...uncomfortably deep. Her balls rested heavily on the reporter's ass, the weight of the dickgirl's body compressed her spine, springs beneath the reporter's shoulders whining. Lois could feel the excitement in her body rise to a fever pitch as the dick pressed deeper than any other ever had...and then Blaze spoke, the words choked with difficulty, and Lois knew she had been holding back this whole time.

"I accept your offering...and will use it...as I see fit."

Lois hadn't lied when she had said that she had never felt a man cum in her. Ejaculation was like...rain. In an already damp, tight hole. Too little to really register, any more than you might feel every drop that hit you. Yet Lois felt something different, the moment before Blaze came. The cock swelled, actually muffin-topping at the root. Her cunny felt tight...very tight...and it almost seemed to Lois as though the cock was growing even deep, filling very nook and cranny, and her pussy was stuffed beyond belief, absolutely crammed to the gills...

She had compared cum to a rain. Blaze unleashed a tsunami.

One of those tropical storms that burst suddenly, all at once, the water coming down from the sky in buckets, with the speed of bullets, striking you so hard that it stings...and all of that was unleashed at the deepest part of Lois Lane's cunt. The reporter's eyes bulged, her lungs seized, her pussy muscles vainly and too late sought to expel the intruder...but Blaze held herself in there as shot after shot of virile sperm battered the back of Lois Lane's pussy like a machine gun.

Lois Lane tried to scream, but there was no air left in her lungs. It was beyond pain, beyond pleasure. It was a violation of the deepest core of her, the sperm pounding ceaselessly, bruising her womb, tearing at the sensitive tissues, pressure growing as her pussy was subject to the kind of jackhammer pounding that would have brought an aged whore to her knees begging for God or Satan to deliver her...

...and it was not until a thick, black ooze like molasses beaded the reporter's pussy and began to spill down onto her face did Angelica Blaze give a little sigh, the tension in her shoulders visibly easing a little.

"Thank you for that, Lois," Blaze said. "Ah, but where are my manners? You haven't cum yet."