Lois Wants To Stop

"Come...come on," the reporter said. "This isn't funny anymore. I could really get pregnant. I'm fine for having a bit of fun, but I don't want to..."

"You do," Blaze insisted. "Right now, your body is preparing itself to be impregnated. The blood is flowing into your genitals, your cervix is pulling up and out of the way for intercourse. Soon, you'll ovulate..."

The head of the cock rubbed up and down the reporter's pussy, and Lois couldn't tell if the wetness was the dickgirl's precum or her own dripping slit—but something about the way Angelica Blaze said it, the surety in her voice, the excitement, made Lois recoil.

"No, seriously, stop. I can't take the risk, I can't—"

The reporter twisted and turned her back to Blaze, tried to crawl away...and then one hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed down with incredible strength. Lois felt her face pinned to the bed, ass in the air...and that hard cock poked into her ass and thighs, on the hunt for a juicy cunt.

"You want it, and I'm going to give it to you," Angelica Blaze growled, her accent suddenly thicker than before. "I'm going not going to be cockblocked now, not when everything is so right...you will bear my spawn, and you'll see, you'll fucking love it..."

Lois Lane kicked back with her legs and moved her ass, tried to twist her body to elbow the dickgirl. The romantic mood had rapidly turned into something more primal, the kind of conflict that every woman feared at some point in their life.