Lois Wants Zatanna To Impregnate Her

"I know this sounds weird, but I think I prefer if you do it." Lois winced. It felt like her entire forehead was trying to shrink. "That's not, like, weird right? I mean, I'm not in lesbians with you or whatever."

"I wouldn't have made the offer if I wasn't willing and able to do it." Zatanna assured her. "Now take off your clothes and lay on the bed."

Lois Lane shrugged out of her robe with hardly a thought. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her pussy itched. A part of her wondered how Zatanna was going to do this—or whether they were actually going to do it in any real fashion. With all the magic that happened tonight, she wouldn't be surprised if the witch just grew a dick and fucked her with it.

The reporter laid down on the bed, hands at her side. It felt like the weirdest doctor's office visit ever...or maybe a massage. The magician stood over her at the side of the bed, fully dressed. The idol seemed to be staring at her with its blunted head, though Lois knew that should be impossible from the angle. Had it turned around to watch?

"Okay, I need you to remain still and calm. None of the magic I'm going to do should interfere with your curse, since we're trying to fulfill the conditions of it. But I'm going to do this in several steps anyway."

Willing and able, Lois recalled the witch saying. She frowned, wondering why she hadn't picked up on that before. It was the kind of detail that the reporter normally picked up on automatically.

"Have you done this before?" The reporter asked.

Zatanna's line was set in a firm line as she weighed her response.

"I know how to do it." she said at last. "I thought...there was a time I was thinking about having a kid. But I didn't go through with it. My career, my superheroing, it was—is—more important. If I decide to do it in the future...well, this will be good practice."

The witch laid her left hand down, middle finger just touching Lois an inch below her belly button.

"etaluvO"

A pale glow shown through the flesh of the reporter's abdomen, just for a moment.

The right hand moved between the reporter's legs, hovered horizon just a few inches above the bed.

"ronod mrepS"

Lois stared down the length of her body. Hovering just below the witch's outstretched right hand was a ball of grey-white liquid, maybe an inch in diameter.

The witch took a deep breath. Her hands began to move.

The left hand turned and curled. The right hand came forward, the floating ball following it. A shiver of anticipation ran through Lois Lane as she felt a touch of wetness against her lips.

Sweat was poring from Zatanna's head, brow furrowed in concentration. Her hands were struggling as though against some invisible barrier or pressure. Lois saw the arms shake, the eyes dilate... The left hand formed a fist, maybe two inches south of the reporter's belly button. The right hand curved, palm rising to meet the curled fingers.

"eviecnoC"

The magician's lips trembled as the word burst forth from her lips, the two hands coming together with sudden ****, an audible snap in the air like a pitcher punching their mitt.