Lois Wants Her Pussy Back

"I think you need to take your body back now," the reporter said. "It's bad enough that I just came in myself. I'm could almost certainly get pregnant, and I need to do something about that."

Blaze, in Lois Lane's body, stared up at the reporter in her own demonic form.

"What do you mean 'do something?'" she said, violet eyes staring up at Lois strangely. It was like looking into a mirror, all the features were familiar, but the expression was not one that Lois Lane had ever tried on her face.

"I mean I need to go to a pharmacy and get an oral contraceptive pill," the reporter said. She shifted her hips, and the flaccid crimson cock slapped on the pale stomach for emphasis. "I'm not in a position to have a kid right now."

The woman's face twisted up. She looked like she was going to cry. "No."

"What do you mean, no?" Lois said. "It's my body. We had our fun, but I won, and it's time you gave me my body back."

"Not if you're going to abort our baby!" Blaze's accent broke through in Lois Lane's voice.

"I...no, you cannot be pulling some right-to-life bullshit on me right now!" Lois said. "It's my body, my choice!"

"Right now," Blaze said smugly. "It's my body, and thus my choice!"

"You..." Lois sighed, trying to tamp down her anger. She had to find the right words to make Blaze understand. "Look, we don't even know if my body is pregnant yet. I'm not in a place to have a kid..."

"Why not?" Blaze charged.

"Money, time, my career..." Lois counted off the reasons one crimson finger at a time.

"Not a problem," Blaze said. "I will carry the child, provide money enough to raise it, and assist you."

Lois paused. "You mean...you want to keep my body and carry the kid?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's mine!" The reporter said.

Lois saw Blaze slide her hands down and spread the lips of her pussy. There was a pool of black cum leaking out of the pink cunny.

"Not anymore," Blaze said smugly. "Now your body is mine, Lois Lane. This child, is mine. And if you are very good, I will allow you the honor of fucking me."

The reporter's jaw dropped. "You're insane. I'm calling Superman."

"Go ahead," Blaze said smugly. "We'll see who the Man of Steel believes—his beloved Lois Lane, or the demon who **** and impregnated her!"