It's Sweet

Lois Lane laid there on her side, as the demon sleep-fucked, one leg thrown over the reporter's hip. Her hard crimson cock moved inside the reporter's slick slit, the red hands squeezed Lois' breasts, and all the time Blaze narrated her dream...of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter pregnant with her babies, swollen with her spawn. Her hot breath blew on Lois Lane's shoulder as the demonic dickgirl spoke of her desire to keep Lois perpetually pregnant, to barely let Lois heal from one pregnancy before sticking her hard, hot demonic dick up inside of her and unleashing another flood of jet-black pearls, so that Lois would never experience another period between now and menopause.

The reporter knew she should be horrified at this vision of her future. The breeding-obsessed ideal that reduced Lois to little more than a sow, continually leaking milk, spunk-splattered thighs, kids bawling for attention...hips flared, weight packed on, teats gnawed on, exhausted, trapped forever in a spiral of birth and rutting...

...except there was an urgent, **** need beneath the erotic imagery. The way Blaze clung to the reporter's sweaty, naked body, the way she emphasized how Lois happy they would be, how desperately she needed her, how she trembled as her cock spasmed inside of Lois and the reporter felt the hot spunk run down her leg from her overfilled cunny, and then Blaze whispered.

"You won't leave me...not if you're pregnant, you won't...you can't...leave me all alone again..."

It was soft, almost childlike...and Lois realized now that the demon hadn't been shaking out of lust, or at least not just lust. She was scared to lose Lois. Frightened to her core. **** to keep Lois from just...going. It was pathetic, and kind of sweet, in a screwed-up way.

Even though it was her own apartment, Lois knew she could do that, right now. She could slide out of bed, Blaze's spunk making black trails from her cunt as it oozed and dripped into the carpet, throw on an overcoat and go to the drugstore, get a morning-after pill, sleep at the Daily Planet office and call Superman and tell him where to pick the demon up. Lois could just walk out of Blaze's life and pretend like this night had never happened.

Or...well, Blaze was still hard...and Lois hadn't cum yet...