Only One Way To Be Sure

Panting in her lover's grasp, cock plugged tightly into her pussy, Lois struggled to catch her breath. When she did finally manage to calm down a little, she whispered, half in hope:

"Do you think it took?"

"You're ovulating," Blaze purred. "I could smell it on you the moment you came in. An accident waiting to happen." The demon pushed her nose into Lois' hair, breathing deep. One long, slender hand curved around to rest on the reporter's belly. "But it's too soon for a test. We'll just have to wait..."

Lois slid one of her own hands over Blaze's own. Their fingers knit together into a fist below her belly button.

"Some couples try a long time for a baby," the reporter's voice was stronger now. "It's not just about timing. The vagina is a hostile environment for sperm. Even if an egg is released—inseminated—it may fail to implant. Lots of things to go wrong."

The human woman tilted her head back, to stare into the eyes of her demon lover. Blaze's brow was furrowed, that enigmatic half-smile twisted into a frown.

"Lois Lane...what are you saying?"

The reporter dropped her voice into a husky whisper. "I'm saying, there's only one way to be sure."

She leaned forward and Blaze opened her mouth to the kiss, surprised at the sudden **** of Lois' lips mashed against her own, the reporter's tongue invading her mouth. Beneath her, Lois could feel new life stir in the cock which had begun to wilt within her. She clutched Blaze's hand more tightly before she broke the kiss.

"I'm saying, we need to improve the odds. If you're up for it."

Understanding flashed across Blaze's face, and the lips peeled back into a feral grin.

"The night is long," the demon purred. "What did you have in mind?"