Lois Lane, Demon Mother

The voice that answered her came from no voice or hidden speaker...if it was a sound at all it seemed to come from inside Lois herself, vibrating along her bones, yet she could hear it clearly. A woman's voice, husky and sultry, oddly accented in it English...

"It is difficult for spirits to incarnate in this world of gross matter," Lois looked around but there was no one there, only the passed-out rat with his limp dick and balls...the latter of which, she noted, were turning black and beginning to shrivel, as if consumed by some internal fires. "The material world rejects us, unless we are anchored in the plane in some vessel. Some wise men have sought to fashion bodies themselves—golems and homunculi, idols and corpses—but there are older, more potent magics. To suborn the genesis of life, to join with the unborn...thus the legends of demigods and changelings, born of woman and...something else."

"I don't...I don't understand." Lois poke aloud, unsure how else to address whomever was speaking. "Who are you? Where are you?"

A sudden throb sent Lois' hands to her belly, which now seemed painfully tight and unnaturally warm. She could actually feel the radiant heat through her hands.

"You made an offering to the dark mother, and received her blessing. You chose to rut with your companion in darkness, before that potent shrine. The pair of you gave yourselves up to the ecstasy of the moment...and so I saw my chance and came in, possessing his crude flesh, shaping it to my ends...but the goal was always you..."

Heat radiated from Lois' sticky crotch, and the reporter slipped a hand down to her raw fuckhole, feeling the sudden burning need build within her. It reminded her of the unquenchable need she had felt only a few minutes ago, when she had made Rat fuck her, but now it was somehow...different.

"...your womb, which you invited me in. And as we shot our seed into you, what received within was not just semen. It was me. Now I have joined my essence to your own, and gestate within..."

Lois' rammed three fingers, slick and wet, into her dripping box. yet it brought no real relief. It was like a fever gripping her body, a general ague seemed to be setting in to her limbs.

"...where I shall grow a new body, a form with which to walk this world, free of hell..."

"Who...who are you?" Lois gasped.

"Once, I was called Blaze. When I am born..." the voice sounded fainter now, and tired. "...you may name me whatever you wish, mother."