Lois Erupts

Too late, Lois felt her pussy seize. The muscles along her spine clamped, thighs quivering, the inside of her cunt going all juicy inside, vision dwindling as her eyes squeezed shut, her mind only on the burning cock plowing into her, pumping that seed into her waiting belly.

For a moment, Lois Lane didn't think at all. Her toes curled, her pussy on fire and so wonderfully stuffed and full. She forgot everything, all conscious thought extinguished as her existence narrowed down to cock in cunt. Involuntarily, Lois felt herself squirt, muscle control failing as the orgasm ripped through her body.

And as Lois gasped and shook, she knew she had lost.

Blaze's hips pistoned faster and harder, fucking Lois right through her climax and the familiar cycle began to start again—except now the demonic shemale roared with laughter, and Lois felt her pussy even hotter and wetter than before.

No...no, she didn't... Lois couldn't stop her body from shaking, pussy spasming as it milked the demon's cock by instinct alone, funneling all that fresh semen deep into her womb. Moaning and mewling under the ****, body betraying her, all the reporter could think was: I'm going to get knocked up again!

On the table, the second egg-chip showed an image of that pristine orb, now surrounded by black swimmers. As Blaze slowed down, leaving her cock embedded in Lois for longer and longer, the reporter saw the ovum under **** from all sides. Little black sperm, tails wagging wildly, until one burrowing head slipped past the rest.

Blaze pulled out. Lois collapsed onto her knees, legs too weak to stand.

"Well," the demon said, panting softly. "That was fun. It will be interesting to see the effect of twins on your body."

Breathing hard, Lois debated what to do. The smart move was just to walk—crawl—away. She was already knocked up, any more betting would be good money after bad. She should cut her losses, call in the Justice League, and....and...

...and admit defeat.

The thought of that galled the reporter. It was a bitter enough pill to know that she had been fucked and impregnated twice by her enemy, but crawling away dribbling cum out of her defiled snatch would be the ultimate embarrassment. But what else could she do?

Play again. Win. Lois knew that was the little devil on her shoulder, urging her on. Who cares if you lose a hand or two? You're already knocked up! What more can Blaze do to you, take from you! I'll take the bitch to the cleaners!

Slowly, carefully, Lois Lane climbed back up onto her chair. Her pussy was sore, and made a wet squelch as she sat down, the reporter sitting in a puddle of cum and her own juices. She stared across the table at Blaze, the demon looking very smug and satisfied.