Blaze Suspects Nothing

For a moment, Lois was afraid she'd pushed it too far. That Blaze would see right through her manipulations, would at least suspect that the reporter was playing some longer game—but she kept her game face on, eyes wide and eager, two fingers wandering down to slip into her sore, semen-soaked slit.

"You don't know what you're asking," the demon murmured, eyes shining more brightly than before. She reached out a hand to gently stroke Lois Lane's stomach. "What you ask is possible, but...unnatural. Perhaps even dangerous."

The demon didn't sound upset or afraid—if anything she sounded excited, almost eager, but holding herself back. "You might want to withdraw the question."

Lois took a deep breath. She had thought herself past the point of no return, but if she could withdraw the question...

No, she told herself. No going back. Not this late in the game. I'm so close...

"I asked what it felt like," Lois said. "Show me the truth. Like you promised."

Blaze hesitated—and then a slow smile broken across her features.

"If it were possible for a demon to know love," she whispered. "It would be with a wanton whore like you."

It might have been a compliment. Lois didn't care. She placed the complacent doll as Blaze carefully guided the human woman to lay on the ground. The demonic shemale placed both hands above the reporter's stomach, and Lois looked down expecting...something, a glow, a spark, to see her belly rise and swell like some horror movie special effect. But there was nothing that she could see, just the red hands floating over the pale stomach...

Lois lay very still, wondering what Blaze was doing. Long minutes passed, and the reporter became more conscious of her own body—all the aches and pains of lovemaking, the feeling of her pussy so wet and sticky, the warm throb of her heart...even now that the sex was over, Lois' body felt unnaturally warm, almost as though she was running a low-level fever...and her mind drifted down to all the sperm swimming around in her snatch, the frantic wrigglers in her fertile pussy, looking for an egg that was already inseminated...

Very dimly, Lois became aware of a slight light, shining through her skin. She stared down, to see two points of warm red radiance, shining through as though she had swallowed a pair of lightbulbs, burning just below and to either side of her belly button. Blaze was murmuring an indistinct chant, white eyes focused on the spot...and just as soon as Lois had noticed it, the lights extinguished, and the demon lowered her hand, letting the last syllable of the chant die on her lips.

"You know, there are female mystics that can control their autonomic processes at will. Their ovaries never release an egg, unless they will it so. Fantastic self-control," The demon licked her lips, and Lois noticed the sweat on her brow. "A very delicate operation, doing it from outside. But the deed is done. You're going to be the mother of three now."

It felt like a little jibe. Lois hadn't asked for triplets. It was weird enough for her to get used to the idea of being pregnant with just one baby, but three... She knew it was the demon getting her small victory over the mortal. The reporter took a deep breath. Their game was almost over...

"Do you have another question for me?" Lois asked.

Blaze stared down at her, curiously. Once again, Lois wondered whether the demon knew, at some level, what the reporter was up to. Languidly, the demon traced a circle on the ground...talon scratching through the dark cement. There was a terrible burning smell, acrid and sulfurous, and when Blaze brought her hand up from the ground there was a ring of polished black stone between her fingers.

"Just one," the demon held the ring out to Lois, it's surface glowing with small runes. "Lois Lane, will you marry me?"

Ten! The reporter smiled triumphantly, even as her stomach fluttered. She could feel her mouth open, the oath that bound them compelling her to answer, and in her heart Lois knew there was only one thing she could say...