She Feels...Pregnant

The abdomens of the four naked young women glowed from within, as if in response to the demon's coming. Lois Lane looked down at her own stomach and saw, burning through the skin, a point of red light. Her hands went to her body, but it was real...too real...

Lois Lane could not put a name to the sensation she felt. A sudden awareness of something infinitely precious within her. A protectiveness toward it. A terrible fulfillment, as if this was her purpose. A cold, sinking sensation filled the reporter's guts as she realized what this must portend...yet it was impossible.

"Yes, Lois," Blaze said as she stepped forward, a slightly sad smile on her cruel face. "You have a part of me inside of you, now. Just as they do. That was the point of the ritual, you see. To let me be reborn in this world. Only a single woman isn't strong enough to contain all of my essence. It needed five to share the load. When these four attempted the ritual, a part of me was left incomplete, without memory, wandering about...until you found me and made me whole."

"But...how...we didn't..." Lois Lane said.

A crimson hand brushed the reporter's cheek. It was like a hot gust of wind from an open oven. Lois Lane looked up at the demon, with her dark horns and throbbing erection. The tip of that scarlet cock almost touched the reporter's stomach.

"No. And forgive me for that. I would have liked to have rutted and mated you all like beasts. Instead, I have been **** to simply incarnate myself in your wombs. But never fear. While you carry me to term, each of you will enjoy a portion of my power...to make your dreams come true."

Blaze stepped forward. Too late, the reporter tried to step back...yet the tip of that dick touched a spot just below her navel, and then the demon vanished, seemed to evaporate into a crimson mist that sank into the reporter's skin.

All five of the women's stomachs glowed brighter for a moment, and then went out.

Only now, there was a difference. All of their eyes, Lois Lane could see, were pure white without pupil or iris.

Tonya Wong spread her hands above her head, and black lightning crackled between her fingertips.

Jenny Dunlap opened her mouth and unleashed a torrent of fire that caused the nearby stone wall to heat to cherry-red and begin to melt.

Mara de la Cruz laughed and punched a wall so hard that a crack appeared, ripping toward the ceiling.

Debbie Reynolds began to float serenely above the sands, a wicked smile on her face.

All of them, Lois Lane could see, were drunk on their newfound power.