"I Want A Baby"

It was as if some chord was struck, deep in Lois Lane's soul. Her half-hard cock, still covered with a scum of cum and pussy-juice, immediately swelled to full erection. Something throbbed inside of her—those two little masses like softboiled eggs in her abdomen—and Lois caught herself licking her lips as she looked up and down Cat Grant's body.

The Daily Planet's gossip columnist was on the far side of thirty, and her first pregnancy had only filled out an already curvaceous figure. Yet now the blonde's blue eyes were filled with worry, longing...and something else.

"I...my son, Adam, had to be delivered by Caesarian," she said. "There was...a tumor. While I was out, they did a hysterectomy. I can't...I can't have children. But I want...I was hoping for..."

"Take it easy, Cat," Lois said, gently pushing Rat to the side. The reporter stepped closer to her, maintaining eye contact. Immediately moving into interview mode. "Start from the beginning. How did you hear about this place?"

"It's...it's not a secret that magic is real, right?" the older woman said. "Like, all that New Age stuff in the bookstore is bullshit, but there are gods, sorcerers, demons...we see them fighting every week. Some of them maintain a low profile, but I have...contacts. Rich people attract hangers-on. A whole demimonde of charlatans and parasites, but some of them know people...who know people...who hear things. It's just a matter of sifting the truth out."

Lois Lane nodded, her admiration for Cat Grant increasing. She had worked hard to find this place, while Lois Lane had stumbled upon it by accident. Cat didn't know it, but they were working different ends of the same case. Lois was positive that this shrine had something to do with the missing women...and her cock.

"Go on," Lois said. "What did you hear?"

The blonde swallowed hard. Glanced at Rat, then carried on. "That there was a cult. An old one. A place, sacred to women. That nothing was free, but if you went down there and made an offering...and it was accepted...it could perform miracles. Black miracles, but miracles."

The reporter licked her lips. Her cock was so hard now that it hurt. Curiosity burned inside of her.

"Well, I think some of that is true," she said, wagging her cock for emphasis. "The shrine's right over there. Why don't we see if it'll work for you?"

The woman stepped past Lois...hesitantly, at first, and then with increasing eagerness. She fell on her knees before the stone idol with the swollen belly. Lois Lane heard the click of the knife as the blonde opened it. Her nostrils went wide as she smelled blood. The older woman's mouth moved in prayer as she held her right hand over that stone stomach and squeezed, the bright blood dripping down into the grooves...and Lois watched very closely as a black spark shot out, landing smack dab in the middle of Cat Grant's forehead with such **** that the blonde was knocked backward, eyes rolling until only the whites showed.