Lois Freaks Out At The Idea Of Being Pregnant

"Oh fuck," Lois Lane said as reality suddenly zoomed back in on her. She was underground, with someone she had just met, who had just pumped a huge load deep inside her pussy...and she could well be ovulating. "Oh shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck."

"You okay, sweetmeat?" Angelica Blaze said, one finger circling one of the reporter's stiff nipples. "You sound stuck in a loop. Tell you what, though, if you suck my cock for a bit I'll bet I can pump another load in you..."

"NO!" Lois shouted, and desperately wiggled out from the dickgirl's clutches. What felt like a cup of blood-temperature yogurt ran out over the reporter's thighs. She thought back to the events of the night...

"How the fuck could I be so stupid?" Lois said to herself, looking around the cave. She blinked. Maybe her eyes had adjusted, but it seemed brighter than it had been...she reached out and touched a wall...and touched not raw stone, but cool, curved brick. Some kind of tunnel?

"Where are you going? Angelica said, sitting up, her cock flopping half-hard on her hips.

"I need to go find a morning-after pill!" Lois said, her tone angry and aggrieved. She would have hissed if any of the words had sibilants. "You could have gotten me pregnant!"

In the darkness, the dickgirl's eyes seemed oddly luminous.

"Well yeah. That was the idea. Didn't you enjoy it?" Blaze said.

Lois stepped carefully following the brick wall. Yes, it was some sort of a tunnel. Maybe a sewer. The reporter reached down and pulled up her pants.

"I have a career! A life! I can't have a baby!" Lois said. She tossed a glance back at the young woman who had just spunked her cunt. The dickgirl was on her feet now, pants off, and was stroking her cock back into life. In the darkness, the eyes seemed almost to glow...

"You can," Blaze said, her voice echoing oddly. "You will. I'm surprised, Lois. After all those illusions, all the suggestions, you're still fighting me...but you can't fight yourself. Your body wants this. Needs this. I can hear your biological clock tick-tick-ticking. The stars are right..."

Lois didn't blink, but in a moment the dickgirl had closed the difference between them. The reporter felt the cold brick against her back, Angie's breasts crushed against her own...and Blaze's cock pressed against the crotch of her pants. The smell of the dickgirl overwhelmed her. Sweaty, yet sweet, and with a strong ammonia odor like a sharp cheese.

Angelica Blaze smelled like cum...and Lois Lane's head suddenly ached, as if someone was poking a finger into her brain.

"Don't fight it," Blaze whispered. "Just let it happen. You did it before. It's natural. Your body wants to be knocked up...and you won't be able to kill our baby...then you'll be mine, forever..."