Nothing Goes Wrong! Lois Lane Becomes Reincarnated In Her Own Womb!

With a sigh of satisfaction, the soul became entangled with the nascent embryo. The demon's remaining, unlucky sperm wiggled around, superfluous to their purpose. Blaze let out a contented sigh.

She had won. The soul of Superman's girlfriend had been replaced by that of her complete slut of a mother, and the demon's own heir was even now implanting itself, to grow safely inside her own womb. In forty weeks, give or take a few days, Lois Lane would be reincarnated...as a Princess of Hell.

Almost absently, Blaze remembered to turn off Ella Lane's ongoing orgasm.

The human woman collapsed onto the demon's body. The slender human form drenched in sweat, heart thundering in her chest, black cum gushing out of her poor abused slit...and utterly unaware that she was going to be a mother again.

"F-fuck," Ella moaned. "I must have been saving that one up."

"Indeed," Blaze smiled....and then a prickle of intuition tickled her back brain. She turned to look at Ella Lane. "What...exactly...are your plans now that you're alive again?"

Ella puffed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Well...I don't really know anything about Lois Lane's life. But I suppose I need to try and reclaim her property...or at least her money. I don't know if I can handle being a reporter...but I can find something else. Maybe I could be a stripper! Or a hooker!"

The last word was said with something like reverence, and her pussy squeezed on the demon's slowly softening scarlet shaft.

"I can fuck like a thousand cocks. And women! I want to drown in pussy. Maybe get some tattoos...piercings...big, breast implants, like as big as they have...and ****. I want to do all the ****. I want to brush my teeth with a bottle of whiskey in the morning and do three lines of cocaine for breakfast and maybe some meth to keep me going for the nightly gangbangs..."

Blaze frowned. None of that was going to be good for the baby. The demon didn't even want to think about the risks of sexually-transmitted disease...and the perils of a demonic crack baby were not to be imagined.

"And what," she said, her voice carefully measured and tone neutral, "Will you do if you get pregnant again?"