Lois Is In Denial

"This can't be happening," Lois Lane said as she felt the demon's hand in her ass, shuffling back and forth, trying to masturbate into the reporter's depths. "I must be dreaming. Some kind of nightmare."

Blaze smiled. "That's right. You're sleeping. You're going to wake up any time now, in your own bed, and this will all be just a terrible dream."

A kind of relief washed through Lois.

"Until a few weeks later," the demon continued on. "When you start to feel sick. Maybe the flu. You start to put on weight. Pants don't fit right. Diet and exercise aren't enough. Then maybe one day you're staring at the calendar, and trying to remember when you had your last period."

"No," Lois felt her heart begin to thunder in her chest, her hands clawed at the floor. "No, please, I can't, I can't..."

"Or maybe you'll be in denial even then. Attribute the growing belly to lack of eating right —you would start to feel the cravings, then. Some women don't show much, not until late in the pregnancy. You could start adjusting your wardrobe, buy bigger bras, wondering why your breasts are so sore. Hard to sleep, swollen ankles...at what point, I wonder, would it be impossible to deny? Oh, there are some women just fleshy enough that a pregnancy wouldn't show, but you're thin and in shape. I can't imagine it taking more than three or four months before you accept the inevitable...far too late to do anything about it."

Tears burned in the reporter's eyes...and worse than that, she could feel her traitorous slit squeezing down on the succubi's schlong, internal muscles cramping as though trying to milk the fat demon dick inside of her. It was just all so wrong...like some lurid fever-dream, some biological clock-driven hallucination brought on by too many drinks.

Lois wanted to believe that...but it kept going on and on.

"Did you know," Blaze's smile widened, and her shuffling inside the reporter's much-abused ass increased. Lois Lane's face twisted at this unnatural stimulation...her pussy so full of cock, the hand rubbing it from her anal canal. "That even precum has semen? Not much, no, but still...can you imagine a cock buried this deep inside of you. Pressed right up against the mouth of your cervix. All it takes is one sperm to penetrate your egg. Now imagine the millions of sperm in each ejaculation..."

"Please," the reporter begged, some final interior wall inside of her breaking down. "Don't...don't cum in me."

The reporter felt breasts brush against her back. A hand pushed her hair out of the way, and a pair of lips kissed her very gently at the nape of the neck.

"My dear Lois," the demon whispered, her hand still moving in the reporter's asshole as she jerked herself off. "I've been cumming in you since I put it in."

And for the very first time, Lois Lane felt the warm rivulets of cum that had been leaking out of her violated cunt and running down her thighs.