Lois Can Suck Demons Into Her Womb

Blaze let out a contented sigh, and closed her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of her tremendous ejaculation.

The reporter's brow furrowed. The strange pyrotechnics died down, and the hair on her arms and legs settled. She tasted the air, and it was like an old house after a lightning hit a tree outside, just a hint of smoke and ash, but the odd pressure was gone.

Or not gone, not entirely. The pentacle on her womb continued to glow dully through the flesh, and Lois could feel...something like a storm inside of her abdomen. A localized rumble, constant but contained. She had the very odd sensation of feeling very full and yet empty at the same time; as if someone had stuffed a balloon inside of her body and inflated it enough to press against her internal organs, but also as if there was a gaping hole as if some of her insides had been scooped out.

Lois gently let go of the edge of the altar and **** her upper body up. With a gentle finger, she poked at her stomach, right about the pentacle. It wasn't tender. A bit firm to the touch. She slipped lower, right on the line. In truth, she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

"I know it's silly," the reporter said to the half-oblivious demon. "But I guess I always imagined I'd feel it when I got pregnant. Like, the moment when the sperm fertilized the egg. That somehow, something fundamental would change inside of me. I know that's stupid; eggs don't have nerve cells. But I guess I never imagined...this."

The reporter's finger drifted to the middle of the pentacle. She felt a tingle when she pressed down on the center.

"It kind of tickl—"

Blaze's eyes shot open. "Wait, don't!"

What happened next felt as surreal as the consummation of their unholy matrimony. Lois gasped as the scarlet succubus seemed to distort and flow, sucked into the reporter's pussy cock-first. With a shock, Lois felt something inside of her open as the fiery form flowed into her, deeper even than Blaze's dick had ever touched. The reporter grunted softly as the sense of fullness increased, her her whole lower abdomen glowed dully red for a moment and then domed out, ever so slightly. The pentacle burned brighter for a moment.

Then it passed, as swiftly as it had started...and Lois Lane lay on the altar in her ruined wedding dress, alone. The dull red glow in her stomach faded away...but the bulge remained. The reporter took her finger away from the pentacle, which remained as it had been before. A permanent mark of the infernal gate in her womb.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois muttered as she sat up and pressed a hand against her swollen midsection. She looked eight weeks pregnant...but with how many babies?