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"All the costs of the pregnancy," Lois said, staring into the one-eyed monster that had knocked her up. "I'm going to need a bigger apartment, with a nursery—medical appointments—maternity clothes—and you pay for the child's upkeep until they hit eighteen."

"You will want for nothing," Blaze said. The demon's hands closed on the reporter's head. "Anything else?"

Lois swallowed a load of saliva. Just the smell of the dick was driving her crazy.

"You show up. Every appointment, every Lamaze class. When I give birth, you're there holding my hand."

"Agreed," Blaze said, and her fingers drew the reporter's head closer. "And in exchange, I expect you to be...available. Sexually. Whenever and however I want. I will test your limits...and it will be my pleasure to see you writhe in orgasm after orgasm. You will climax like you never have before, and I will ruin you for all others...not that there will be any others."

Lois looked up as the head of the cock slipped past her lips. Blaze's eyes burned as they met those of her new mistress.

"You are for my exclusive use. No other will touch you, or know the pleasures of your hands, your mouth, your cunt and ass. The friendship of your thighs is mine and mine alone, and..." A sliver of pink tongue was held between the demon's white teeth for just a moment, that strange half-smile curling up at the corners. "...once you give birth, I reserve he right to extend our contract. On the same terms."

"How wonderful!" Ella Lane said. Her hands pressed on her daughter's shoulders, forcing more of the demonic dick into Lois Lane's mouth. "I've always wanted Lois to have a big family. A few pregnancies will put meat on those bones...teach you responsibility..."

It should have been impossible to roll her eyes while a crimson cock punched into the back of her throat, yet Lois Lane managed it. She blew out a sigh through her nostrils as her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth.

"If you agree, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Blink twice."

Lois stared up into those eyes. Knowing that she was signing her whole life away...and her womb too. It was madness...and yet she felt a terrible excitement, like nothing she had ever known before. A feeling of adventure. That magic was real. That she was going to get fucked in ways she had only ever read and dreamed about. She had seen married couples going through the motions, their sex lives slowly drying up with the years and decades and kids, women who had been abandoned and without support and unable to date, and...this was a path away from all of that.

Lois blinked. Twice.

Somewhere far distant, a million dollars was transferred into Lois Lane's bank account. As a downpayment.