She Reluctantly Agrees

Lois Lane clenched her jaw. She hated this. Hated the thought of that squirming ovipositor inside of her, of the very idea that Blaze had offered. A part of her knew she should refuse, reject it outright, no bargaining with terrorists or supervillains.

...but then she thought of the four women.

"I want your word," Lois whispered, the chatter of the bar seemingly very far away.

You have it, the eyes of the demon-woman closed, darkened until they were in shadow. When they opened again, they were pure white, glowing faintly, outlining the reporter's precarious position.

"And I want you to let the women go first." Lois took a deep breath. "When they're safe, then you can...put your eggs in."

There was a pause.

Agreed.

Lois sat back uncomfortably, heart thumping against her breastbone, stomach queasy. The numbness was spreading, her pussy feeling strangely numb as the demon's venom made its way deeper into her muscles. She wasn't sure how she would be able to confirm if Blaze actually did what she asked.

They stayed like there for minutes, the tongue-thing squirming gently inside the reporter's pussy. Glasses clinked on the bar above, and though she couldn't feel any pain from it, in her mind's eye Lois had a vision of her cervix slowly dilating, the opening as big as a quarter now, a red puffy meat donut leading straight into her womb.

Her phone rang. The demon stared silently at Lois as the reporter picked it up. She didn't know the caller, but the ID said "Jenny Dunlap"...one of the missing women. Lois thumbed to accept the call.

"Lois Lane," she said. "Who is this?"

"Miss Lane? This is Jenny Dunlap. I'm a, I'm outside this club, with these other women, and we don't remember how we got here but we all had your number in our pockets and..."

The reporter listened intently, asked questions. The women were shaken, amnesiac. No memory of the last couple of weeks. The last thing they remembered was a hot bartender buying them each a drink. Lost and scared and... Lois told them what she knew, leaving out Blaze. Roofied, a lost weekend that had stretched out to a fortnight. Told them to call the cops, tell them what happened, don't go back in the club ever.

They thanked her before they hung up. Lois felt her heart slow down, then sink a little. Like a dull pain in her chest. Because now, she knew, she had to keep her part of the bargain.

"How many eggs?" she whispered softly, not sure for once that she wanted the answer.

As many as will fit.