Blaze Says Yes

Lois blinked, surprised at the intensity with which Blaze said the word. The demon's hand hovered above the reporter's bare belly, lips curling into a leer as black sparks arced between her fingers.

"Fine. No more questions, no more games. Four women, four souls, four chances to impregnate you...and whether you 'catch' or not, they will go free," the smile widened. "And you, my dear, shall be fourfold fucked!"

The reporter swallowed hard.

All according to plan, right Lane? she told herself. They go free, and you get some dick. Win-win, right? Anything else that happens...

Blaze rubbed her cock-head up and down the reporter's slit. Even a drop of pre-cum could potentially impregnate her, Lois remembered from her high school sex ed class. The chances were infinitesimal, of course. A woman's vagina was a hostile environment for a sperm. Most of them didn't make it, much less have a chance of finding and penetrating her egg.

Of course...that was human sperm. Lois had no idea how tough demon sperm were.

She swallowed again, feeling as though there was a lump in her throat.

"I admire you, Lois Lane," Blaze told her, setting her hand down on the reporter's abdomen. Small black arcs of electricity grounded themselves painlessly in the reporter's flesh. "So I'm going to give you a little favor. One I don't have to grant. But I'm feeling...nice."

"What's that?" Lois said, trying to put as much confidence in her voice as she could.

"I'm going to let you decide how I'm going to fuck you first," Blaze said, smiling that cruel little smile of hers.

And Lois knew, thinking of what she had promised and what was at stake, that there was nothing nice about that at all. Just another way for Blaze to make the reporter **** herself.