Lois Is Shook

The quiet fervor of the demon's words struck a chord deep in Lois Lane's soul. She paused, cock buried deep inside the scarlet succubus, staring into those pure white eyes that blazed bright as her lover's name. The dickgirl reporter hadn't minded the dirty talk—the roleplay and the risk it implied had just made her harder and hotter—but Blaze was so far into it she was actually begging for the reporter's baby...

...and a deep spiritual fear filled Lois to the core.

What the hell am I doing? Lois wondered as she found the pussy squeeze her cock, a literal demon mewling beneath her like a dog that wants a treat from its master's plate. Begging for Lois Lane's cum...and everything that came with it.

I must be out of my mind! Why would I agree with this? She's the personification of evil! And I don't...I don't want...a kid...yet...

The demon's hard abs were folded up on themselves. It made it hard to imagine that stomach blowing up like a red balloon, week after week. Or those little breasts, now squeezed between the scarlet succubus' knees, swelling with milk. Lois had never had a pregnancy fetish, but her cock remained obstinately hard. Ready to blow. It was actually an effort of will not to move, to hold the spunk in...Lois could feel it, just behind her prick, a ****, wanton need. She did her best to ignore it. Mind over matter.

"Angie...Blaze. Look, fun's fun, but I can't cum inside you. You might really get pregnant." Lois said.

Blaze licked her lips. "That's what I want! A pregnancy will bind me to this plane. No sorcerer or magician will be able to banish me!"

Lois let her jaw drop. She shook, realizing that Blaze had skillfully manipulated her into this moment. The reporter knew she had to pull out, to cum anywhere except Blaze's pussy...

...but Blaze had other plans.