Lois Cums On Blaze's Dick

Lois stared at her lover in shock. Her mind simply couldn't process the information. Eight had been a wet dream, a fantasy, a visceral taboo thrill, over the top. Fourteen...

Her pussy clenched on the shrinking member, as though to keep it from escaping. Lois felt her heart pound quicker and quicker, breath catching in her throat, her whole body tingling, palms sweaty, fingers and toes clutching...and something low and guttural escaped from her lips as a sense of fulfillment passed through Lois.

Angelica Blaze stared at her in frank amazement as the climax rolled on, the newly pregnant reporter's pussy spasming automatically as if trying to suck more jizz from the spent cock. Instinctively Lois' hips rolled in a zombie-like automated humping, body moving without her conscious volition. Unsure of what to do, Blaze grabbed Lois' head, staring into her eyes, wondering if her lover was having a stroke.

Lois' eyes were dilated wide, expression blank, unseeing, and Angelica knew that somehow the new mother-to-be was staring within...that the realization had triggered something fundamental within her lover, some deeply-buried fetish or instinct...and wondered what Lois Lane was seeing and feeling as her body rolled through a string of multiple orgasms.

Carefully, Blaze stood up. Automatically, Lois' limbs clenched around her lover, holding on with maniac strength. Tentatively, Angelica tried to pry herself free, but Lois wasn't cooperating, and the shemale was afraid to exert too much ****—she might hurt Lois or the babies.

The babies. The shemale smiled. It was weird to think of them like that already. Right now they were no more than fourteen fertilized cells in Lois' uterus, attaching themselves to the wall, busily growing and dividing, growing and dividing...forty long weeks until they were fully grown. Although with so many, it's bound to be a difficult pregnancy. Some of them might miscarry...or be born prematurely...

That thought made Angelica frown. She had the power to assist Lois through that...if the reporter accepted her help...and even then, it would almost assuredly mean revealing who she really was to Lois, and that might complicate things all by itself.

Tentatively, the shemale extended her senses, just a little, past the layers of Lois' skin...down through muscle and flesh...and felt the little lights, barely life-forces at all, within her. Counted them, twice. Fourteen.

"Well," Blaze whispered, bringing one finger up to the middle of the reporter's forehead. "I'm glad you're having your fun, but we need to actually talk about some things now, so..."

A black spark extended in a tiny electrical arc from Blaze's finger to Lois' forehead...and Blaze's eyes dilated, just as wide as Lois's own, as the shemale dove within her lover's mind.