Make Her Bleed For It

"You should know, though," the demon continued, resting her cheek on the back of Lois' neck. "That what you want comes with a price."

The burning cock was buried inside Lois, the tip brushing uncomfortably against the mouth of her womb. Where her baby would grow. Blaze's cock felt so big within her...bigger than anything she had ever had inside her before. In fact...

Lois' eyes went wide as she felt her cunt lips, already stretched wide over the fat shaft, begin to be **** apart. Blaze hugged the reporter tightly, her thin arms wrapped now around Lois' chest, pressing her tits so hard that Lois found it hard to breath.

"So many women," Blaze whispered in her ear, "can't take all of me. But I have to be sure they're strong enough to carry my seed. So I know this is going to hurt, but I guarantee...if you hold on...you will survive this."

The cock in Lois' womanhood was still growing. Expanding. The base was spreading out, and the wonderful snug fullness was stretching past the point of comfort now, and she wondered how much more she could take.

"Don't be scared," Blaze cooed. "A woman's cunt is made to pass a child."

A sick sort of anticipation curdled in Lois' gut. She could feel her sexual excitement, tinged now by pain and fear...the widening cock was spreading upwards, slowly but inexorably, and the reporter could feel her inner walls being pushed back, farther than they had ever been spread before, and all Lois could do was it there in the clutches of Blaze, impaled on the demonic dick and...

She let out a whimper as the uncomfortable pressure against her cervix increased, like a slow-moving punch in the gut. Lois wanted to throw up as the discomfort crossed the line into actual pain, sharp and sudden, as something seemed to give way inside of her. Hot, burning liquid flowed down, her pussy feeling wet and boiling, and at first Lois thought that maybe Blaze had cum...but then she looked down and saw bright scarlet limning her pussy where it met the demon's cock, and Lois Lane's blood dribbled in rivulets down over the swollen balls.

Lois' breath caught in her throat, horror and lust mingled inside of her in a way she had never known before.

"My womb..." she whispered.

"It's almost ready," Blaze answered, nuzzling her cheek against Lois' head. "You can't feel it yet, but I can. I'm getting it ready for you. For us."

The reporter shut her eyes...and a vision floated against the darkness there. A dark space, the red-purple of meet, a kind of round chamber, subtly and yet perfectly alive, convulsing slowly in small waves...and there was an opening, down below, at the bottom. Something was pushing against it...the floor distorting...the opening being **** open...

Black streamers emerged, like barbed wire. They moved along the walls, scratching, and where they scratched they left behind incredibly thin, black lines in the red flesh...at first Lois though they squirmed and undulated at random, but then she discerned there was some pattern to it...and her attention was given once more to the walls, and she gasped at the great pentagram that was being slowly tattooed there, fine and indelible against the walls of flesh.

Lois opened her eyes, gasping for breath, and felt Blaze's teeth sink gently in her neck, a tender love-bite whose slight pain broke her out of the vision.

"You've seen it, haven't you? Your polluted womb. No seed of mine could take root in an uncorrupted chamber...and now, no fruit of your womb would not bear some taint..." A warm tongue licked over the fresh bite mark, causing it to sting. "Now sweetmeat...are you ready to receive me?"