Wait...

Pain and desire warred in Lois Lane beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Her body felt tense with anticipation, yearning, need, like a spring ready to be sprung. All the pent-up sexual desire of long months of celibacy, all the biological clock desperation for a child, confronted her at once. It would have been easy, so easy, to just give in, to beg Blaze for a baby, to spread her legs and grit her teeth and moan like a whore as she was fucked hard and fast and deep and long...

Yet curiosity got the better of Lois Lane. She focused in on something Blaze had said.

"Other women..." she huffed, and stared the demon in the eye. "You've done this with...other women? Recently?"

Blaze hesitated. The white light from her eyes seemed to dim a little. The non sequitur had distracted her a little.

"What of it?" Blaze growled. "Do you want to bear my child or not?"

"These women," Lois pressed, as tiny rivulets of blood ran from her shoulder where Blaze had bit her. "What happened to them? Where are they now?"

The scarlet succubus' mouth became a tight line. A black spark ran up between her horns, right to the tip. Lois felt the cock inside her throb and swell. It stretched her uncomfortably...and for the first time, the reporter wondered what it must feel like to Blaze.

"I want to see them!" Lois said. "Before...before I let you impregnate me."