Lois Can't Let Blaze Impregnate Her Sister

"Leave Lucy out of this," Lois said with a sigh. "I'll do it."

The reporter brought the glass of grey goo to her lips and knocked it back. She couldn't believe she was doing this, just to satisfy the ghost of her dead mother. Other women didn't have to deal with this kind of thing.

"It needn't be unpleasant for either of us," Angelica Blaze assured her, that strange half-smile on her lips as she refilled the reporter's glass. "If you'd like, we can...take you away from the experience. Sheets to block the view, **** to numb the inhibitions. Your mother could hold your hand if you'd like."

Lois Lane frowned, but accepted the glass. She knew she might as well take advantage of the **** while she could; if what she had just agreed to actually happened, then beer, wine, and liquor were off the menu for the next forty weeks.

"That sounds...like some kind of Handmaid's Tale stuff." She said.

Blaze blinked. "Handmaids? Did you want one?"

"It's a novel. Margaret Atwood." Ella said. "Dreadful thing, really. Women have trouble getting pregnant, so they use surrogates. Very...old-fashioned. Think of Hagar and Abraham in the Bible, very patriarchal."

"They made it into a television series," Lois said, laying down an empty cocktail. She could already feel her head swim a bit, the salty, sticky taste clinging to the roof of her mouth. Either she needed to quit with the booze totally...or just drink herself into oblivion and let Blaze have her way with her. "It was good."

Angelica smiled. "We don't get much television, where I'm from. Or...contemporary books. I shall have to read it when I get a chance. But you are not here to be my servant, Lois."

The dickgirl slid over to sit beside the reporter, their thighs touching. Very deliberately, the demon placed her right palm on Lois Lane's left knee. The reporter swallowed and stared into those eyes...eyes which were now pure white, with no pupil or iris whatsover, and which Lois was now sure belonged to no human creature at all.

"I am here to render this gift onto you."

It was all the reporter could do not to flinch. Angelica Blaze's words seemed to have a weight to them, hitting her brain like hammerstrokes.

"So...how would you like me to impregnate you?"