It Doesn't Count

There was a tense moment as each of them waited, holding their breath and staring at the reporter's stomach—but no new little lights appeared. The demon sighed and scraped the sweat from her brow between the horns with a thumb.

"Please don't do that again. Magic can be very sensitive to wording. Short declarative sentences until we get this sorted out."

The scarlet succubus chewed her bottom lip. To Lois, it was actually endearing. She had never thought to see Blaze so...concerned. ****.

Blaze knelt before Lois Lane and took the reporter's hands between her own. The scarlet palms were surprisingly warm.

"I will...release the women. I swear it on my name." She said. "But you must end the pregnancy. It isn't safe for you."

Lois thought about what she could say. She had so many questions, but she couldn't ask them. Not without wasiting the magic.

"I don't want to kill my babies." The reporter said, finally.

"You don't have to get rid of all of them. Your body could still handle...four or five." Blaze said.

"I would still need your help."

The demon bowed her head. "Well...since you are still obligated to fuck me whenever I wish...I will pledge to support you through your pregnancy, and to support both you and the children after."

"Your..." Lois stopped, trying to work out how to word this as not a question. "I need a commitment. Something concrete."

Blaze raised her head, yes glowing. Her cock stirred into life, black lightning arcing along its length.

"May earth rise up to swallow me, may the sky fall down upon me, may water drown me, may fire consume me. I swear to provide all needed help and assistance, from now until the hour of my ****. On my horns, I swear this."

Lois licked her lips. She didn't know about demons and magic, but it sounded like a real oath. Not that she would know otherwise. The only thing she was sure of was that Blaze didn't want her to try and go through with the pregnancy.

She closed her eyes, trying to figure out what question to ask. How to word it properly. A part of her was sad, just thinking that any of the fertilized eggs would die...

But do they have to? Lois wondered. If I word the question correctly...maybe...

Lois Lane opened her eyes. She stared into the pure white eyes of the demon. With a question, she could probably banish Blaze from this world, never to return. But there were more important things to think about now. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was going to be a mother. She had to put her children first.