No! Don't Take My Picture!

Unreasoning panic gripped Lois Lane. She didn't want her picture on the wall, not down here, not with all of these...knocked up sluts. The reporter's heart pounded hard in her chest as she thought of someone finding her picture down here...what they would think of her, what they would say...

"I'd be ruined!" Lois said. "If someone knew I got pregnant on a one night stand at some dive bar...you don't understand how hard I've worked to get this far in my life! I've never done anything like this, I've never slept with anyone for a story, I've...I've..."

"...gotten knocked up like a common slut, and now you want to keep it a secret," Angelica Blaze said. Her pure white eyes glowed, utterly inhuman. Kneeling down as she was, the tip of her cock should have touched the floor...but it was already hard again. "I can help you with that."

Lois blinked, shaken by the demon's words and the fact that she had caught herself staring at the dick.

"How?" Lois asked.

"I can provide you with...cover. Documentation that you had been undergoing treatment at a fertility clinic and were artificially inseminated, for example. A perfectly respectable way for a woman in your position to get pregnant, absolutely nothing slutty about it. Of course you didn't tell your friends—there are no guarantees in early pregnancy, are there? Most artificial insemination attempts fail, and even if fertilization occurs and the egg-cell implants, the miscarriage rate is something like 25% in early pregnancy..."

The reporter's brow furrowed and the lines at the corner of her mouth deepened. She shifted uncomfortably on the toilet.

"You know an awful lot about this," she said, more than a touch of accusation in her voice.

"You're the first one that hasn't wanted to be a picture on the wall," Blaze said. "But not the first to ask me for a favor...I've rescued many reputations. Celebrities, politicians...anyone that would meet my price."

It felt as though a hole opened up in Lois Lane's stomach. She nearly crushed the test she held in her hand. Of course, there would be a price...

"What do you want?" The pregnant reporter said.