Knocking You Up

An electrical crackle seemed to go up the reporter's spine, completely contrary to the sense of dread that filled her mind. She knew it would come to this, that it was inevitable. Yet somehow, deep inside, she had hoped to work some angle, to escape, that someone would save her. That getting knocked up by a dickgirl was not to be the ultimate fate of Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter.

But then her pussy clenched and her toes curled. Those heavy balls slapped, and Blaze's fingers dug into her cunt, spreading the reporter wide, the cock slipping in ever deeper. And despite everything, Lois could feel herself losing it.

Her body shook in the rapture of an impossible sexual heat, her pussy on fire, aching to be put out, stuffed full of fingers and fat cock. The reporter had known herself at moments like this, when the climax was coming on, when she was past the point of no return, caught in the event horizon of her own orgasm, unwilling and unable to pull away.

"I'm going to fuck you like this until you're addicted to my cock," Blaze whispered in her ear, fingers shoved in to the knuckle now, spreading the reporter's pussy obscenely wide.

Privately, Lois wondered if she already had.

The cum erupted inside of her, and Lois could feel it, as she never had felt any other's ejaculation. Just a wet endless splatter of seed, a hair of birdshit hitting her womb, pounding on the meaty donut of her cervix as if demanding entrance...and then the reporter tasted ozone, and the cramp hit her. A long, slow internal convulsion, not terribly painful...but deep down she realized with despair what was happening.

"My magic is opening your womb," the dickgirl's voice was sultry, triumphant. "Did you know you were ovulating today? I could smell it on you when you came in. Normally, you wouldn't feel this next part..."

And for a moment the room vanished. Lois found herself adrift in a warm sea, without sight or taste or hearing. Yet the current carried her, and then there was something...many something, a million little pricks jabbing at her from all sides, incessant and implacable, and she could do nothing, absolutely nothing as the **** continued, and then...with excruciating slowness...one **** its way in, spreading her wide, its million brothers still hammering away.

With a sense of relief, it slipped through, and Lois felt the gap closing, but then there was something inside of her, inside and...and...

"Congratulations, Lois," Blaze whispered. "You're going to be a mother."