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Lois whispered the word like a guilty prayer, and she felt her lover shift against her, taken aback.

"That's...I mean, if you mean what I think you mean...that's not safe. Lois, you have to understand, there are seven fertilized eggs in you right now. That's...I mean, even that can be dangerous..."

The reporter turned to stare Angelica Blaze in the eye. Her hands slid down to those big, hard balls, cupping them gently in her hand.

"I know exactly what I'm asking," Lois spoke with a terrible calm deliberation. "And I know this might be the only time. I've seen what happens to couples after they have kids. So...I want more. And you can do that, right?"

The shaft began to swell back into life as Lois rubbed the testicles. A smile slowly grew on her face. "Besides, this is all about consent, right? Well, I'm asking for this. Do you want me to beg you for it? Because right now, I'll beg."

Lois leaned down and laid her tongue on the base of Blaze's cock...and began a long, slow lick. The shemale groaned before the reporter reached the head, and groaned again as Lois' lips slipped over the tip, taking it into her mouth. Feeling the heat radiate through the soft flesh, taste the traces of herself on the fat hunk of meat. By the time Lois took her mouth off of it, her lover's cock was hard again.

Angelica sat about the toilet like a throne, and Lois climbed above her, steadying herself on the walls as she maneuvered herself over the standing prick, this time facing her lover. Blaze only watched, muscles in her jaw working.

"You don't...you don't have to do this..." The shemale licked her lips as Lois squatted down, pulling her labia apart with one hand as she lined the shaft up with her hole.

"No...we do." Lois sank down with a sigh, feeling the sense of emptiness she hadn't realized fleeing away. "We're already having seven, what's one more? You can do that, can't you? Big, powerful magical person you."

"I...I already cast a spell. I don't...know what would happen if we did it another time. The results might be...unpredictable."

Lois pushed her hips down, taking more of the shaft inside of her. Enough cock to leave both of them gasping. Even though though they had just finished fucking minutes ago...Lois didn't think she'd ever get tired of that sensation. Of just being filled.

She sank down until she could feel Blaze's balls against her ass. Leaned in and pressed her breasts against her lover's, put her chin upon the shemale's shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Don't move. Just like that. Let me do the work."

Her hips did a slow, rolling grind. The kind that kept as much of her lover' cock inside Lois as possible, that pushed and pulled from within, inner muscles milking the hard shaft that joined them together, clit pressed against Angelica's crotch...there was no less of the fire of their first coupling, but this was less frantic, less ****. The urgency was gone. They both knew what they were after and were out to get it.

And when they were close, with Lois bucking against the swollen shaft, and Blaze had started to pant, cock twitching, ready to explode, the reporter leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Do it. Make me a mommy."

She felt a hand press against her stomach, right where it had before. Sensitive flesh sore against Angelica's palm. An electric charge in the air that made the hair on Lois' arms and legs stand on end.

"I don't know what will happen..." The shemale pleaded one final time.

"Do it." Lois commanded, pleaded, begged.

There was a spark.