Throw Herself Between Blaze And Raven

Lois Lane stood with arms and legs spread in front of the meditating witch. The giant demon growled, her horns scraped against the roof. The pregnant reporter stared up at her, and felt a shiver run up her spine.

"I'm the one you want," Lois said. "I'm pregnant. That's what brought you here, right?"

The white eyes burned. Lois heard a crack, and from the blackened hole between Blaze's vast thighs, where her cock had been, scarlet tentacles burst forth. Each one tipped with a penis-head the size of the reporter's fist, the urethras opening to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

The reporter didn't run away as a great hand closed on her and lifted her effortlessly in the air. All of the heroines who had come here to help her seemed out of commission, except for Raven. She had to buy the witch as much time as she could.

"I'm going to make you watch," Blaze said. "As I violate them, over and over. I'm going to make you kiss their cold lips as I **** their corpses. Even **** will be no escape for them. I'll bond their souls into their rotting bodies and chain them to the wall so they can watch over the next months as your stomach swells with my offspring, and know the full extant of their failure. It will be my pleasure to break you in front of them, until you cannot live without my cock."

Fear shot through Lois Lane...but she had never allowed her life to be ruled by fear. She **** a smile on her face.

"Just...one problem," Lois said. "It isn't your baby."

"You're lying," Blaze said.

"Why not check?" Lois said. The white eyes squinted...and then grew wide.

"Oh, you whore..."

The demon's eyes widened...and down below, Raven whispered: "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!"