Blaze Knows What Lois Is Up To

The demon growled. She changed positions, sitting down on the floor, the reporter in her lap. Lois gasped as the thick scarlet shaft seemed to fill her slit to the point of splitting. She stared down at the little bulge it made, the swollen head distending the skin of her abdomen just above the mons.

"I know what you're doing," she said. "But I don't care. Because I am about to get everything I want from you."

The reporter opened her mouth—and Blaze sealed it with a kiss, The thick tongue plunged into the reporter's mouth, a hot living thing that slithered and scraped against teeth and tongue, battered against the roof of her mouth...and down below, the reporter could feel something warm and wet in her crotch.

It felt, absurdly, almost like she was peeing. That was how steady and hot Blaze's ejaculation was. Lois had known some men that, after holding off for quiet some time, could shoot white ropes of jizz in a seemingly endless stream...but those always ended after a few seconds. This was different. Ludicrous, ridiculous, the stuff of fantasy, she felt the warm sperm spurt into her insides and paint her cervix until her pussy felt completely drenched.

Without preamble, Lois felt a kind of pleasurable cramp roll through her stomach...it reminded her of when she had an orgasm, the way unfamiliar muscles in her belly would flex and crimp, spasmodically. Something told the reporter that this was what was happening now...her cervix opening and closing, the muscular donut sucking in the pooling sperm, drawing it deep inside her womb.

And then the image appeared in Lois Lane's mind. She felt herself floating in a warm void, serene and untroubled, somehow able to "see" in every direction at once. Just herself alone in the great comforting darkness of a tunnel or duct...

...and then they came.

Millions of them, little black swimmers with cruelly pointed heads, tails flagellating. They moved with singular purpose, and all that Lois could do was float there, bracing for the impact...which came like a million tiny nails against her cell wall. Drilling and drilling, Lois wanted to cry out against the terrible ****, but she could do nothing except feel them dig at the surface, some of them making more progress than others.

On in particular was working harder than the others. Lois could feel it press into her, the mindless little black wiggler, driven by biological need to merge with her nucleus. She could feel the barrier giving way before its determined ****, and could do nothing but endure the ruthless penetration...and then it slipped in, her whole form rocking with the **** of the intrusion. The cell wall began to thicken, denying all the others the chance as the black thing squirmed inside of her, the genetic payload joining with her own...and the world faded as she and it became something new.

"One final question," Blaze asked as she broke the kiss, the reporter gasping for air, trying to come to grips with what she had just seen and experienced. "How many more times do you want to experience that?"