Nauseous

Lois Lane tossed and turned in her sleep. Body burning with fever. Guts roiling.

She woke with the taste of bile in her mouth, biological urgency sending her scrabbling out of the bed. The reporter was hovering over the toilet and giving her offering to the porcelain god before she even had a chance to register that she was back in her own apartment...

...and she wasn't alone.

Hands held the reporter's dark hair back and out of the way as Lois spewed into the bowl...a red hand with long nails handed Lois a towel to wipe her mouth when she was done, and helped the weak reporter up to the sink so that she could rinse out her mouth and gulp water.

Lois was not surprised when Blaze picked her up and carried her back to bed.

The demon was naked, but more human-looking than before. There was still the horns, the scarlet skin, the pure-white eyes...and, as she set Lois down on the mattress, the dangling cock. But she looked like...a cosplayer, almost. There was nothing of that monstrousness that had sent Lois into near-delirium earlier.

There was a glass of water by the bed, and a pair of alka-seltzer tablets. The demon set the drink to fizzing and pressed it into the reporter's hand. Standing by the bed, the demon's dick was on full display, and Lois tried—and failed—not to look at it. Now that she was fully awake, she could feel the ache between her legs: she had definitely had sex last night.

"You have questions," Blaze said, answering the first, unasked one. "I think that's the least I could do for you, considering what you're doing for me."

Lois finished the drink, the chalky aftertaste wiping away the last of the bile in her throat. She **** herself to stare up at the naked dickgirl.

"Am I really pregnant?"

"Hmm. Signs point to yes," the demon stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips. Even limp, the crimson cock looked like a deadly weapon, longer soft then most human men were hard...and Lois instinctively squeezed her cunny at the thought of that rapacious tool plunging into her like a hot poker.

"Why?" Lois asked. "Why me?"