Not Yet

They lay there like that, until Lois could no longer feel the pulse of jism through the cock that plugged her ravaged cunt, and their panting settled into a more normal breathing. Lois lay limp in her lover's arms as the last shudders of the orgasm died out, her body taken by a post-coital languor, and a pleasant soreness from normally unused muscles put to sudden and rigorous use.

"That did it," Lois said, laying a hand on her belly. "I must be pregnant, right now."

"Not yet," Angelica Blaze rumbled behind her, her voice a throaty purr. Her hand reached over to lay on Lois' own. "For you to get pregnant, the seed must combine with your egg, and the fertilized egg attach to your uterus. It will be some days before we know whether or not you have 'taken' sweetmeat."

"Days..." Lois said, with a tinge of disappointment in her voice. The shemale's words had taken some of the joy out of the moment. "I guess I just...thought it would be quicker. That I'd feel it, or know it, or something."

"Nothing happens in an instant." Blaze murmured, tracing a sign over Lois' belly with a fingertip. "It might be weeks until your body shows the signs...or until a test would show that you carry life within you. Of course..."

Lois cocked her head to look at her lover. The enigmatic smile was there, impossibly wicked.

"Yes?" The reporter said.

"...we could help things along."

Lois' brows beetled. "You mean with fertility ****? Because I don't know if I'm ready to go another round just yet..."

"Hmm, no." Angelica leaned forward and kissed Lois gently on the side of the mouth. "I mean...magic."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "You want to align my chakras or something?"

But Blaze smiled that enigmatic smile...and then for a moment her eyes changed. As Lois watched they shadowed to dark hollows, and flashed and sparked, as though her skull was empty save for a thunderstorm, and her eyes were gaping sockets showing the raging electrical fury within.

Then she blinked, and Lois looked once more at those dark but still very human eyes.

"No darling...I mean real magic. Normally there are...restrictions on things like conception. But if the subject is willing..." the shemale let the idea trail off, as Lois gnawed at it.

In a world of aliens, robots, and demigods, magic was theoretically not much of a stretch—though Lois had never believed that New Age stuff, any more than she did all the quack herbal supplements and lose-weight-quick schemes. Being a reporter meant a world grounded in facts, and magic...was something closer to faith. Not her strong suit.

Still, magic might explain a few things...like how she had ended up impaled on a very virile-looking shemale's cock...and yet it made Lois wary. If Angelica Blaze could use magic...to give herself a dick, or for whatever other reason...then what else could she do?

Lois' lover, sensing her hesitation, slipped her hand down from the reporter's own, leaving Lois cradling her own stomach as those slim, deft fingers slipped over her clit.

"Free will," Blaze breathed. "Is important. I told you that. I swear, I haven't done anything to influence you. No more than any lover might, to woo and win. Nor will I." Lois gasped as those strong fingers curled, slipping into the reporter's stuffed cunt, between her walls and the cock already there. Black jizz flowed freely through the space opened. "I simply offer it, if you want. Because you seem as...impatient as I am."

It was true, Lois knew. Yet she hesitated, gnawed over the thought as Blaze fingered her pussy. Could she trust Angelica Blaze? With her body? With...magic?