Fertility

Lois Lane, pussy in the air and full of sperm, craned her head to watch as Maria searched the cabinet. The young woman seemed to know what she was looking for, however, and gave a small chirp of victory as she took out a small clear glass bottle, an **** swab, and a syringe in its sealed wrapping.

"What is that?" The reporter asked, not sure she wanted an answer.

"Gonadotropins synthesized from this Chinese metahuman called 'Mother of Champions.' Hormones that induce ovulation. You heard of her? Gives birth every three days. Chinese scientists are using it as an infertility cure, but it works a little too good. High incidence of multiples."

The reporter blinked as she absorbed that.

"And you're giving it to me."

Maria carefully removed the syringe from its packaging. Pierced the lid of the glass bottle and began to draw off a dose.

"Yep."

Lois pursed her lips. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Getting a cunt full of cum was one thing, but messing about with synthetic metahuman hormones was...mad scientist kind of stuff. Who would even have that on hand?

"Or," Maria said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Maybe this is just sterile water and I'm pretending its super-fertility **** to fuck with you."

The reporter had to stifle a laugh.

"Anyway, as the midget said to the fat lady," Maria stepped over Lois, the filled needle held aloft in her hand. She grinned down at Lois she began to squat on the reporter's face. "...you're going to feel a little prick..."

Lois opened her mouth, tongue extended to lick the proffered pussy. It would have been rude not to eat her out. But what she was focused on was the cold, wet **** swab against the skin of her abdomen, just below and to the right of her belly button. If it really was what Maria had first said it was...what would happen, when she was injected there? Maybe nothing. Even if she released an egg or two, it could be hours or days later. All the semen would probably be gone by that point.

Probably.

The needle was cold and hard. Lois hated needles. The idea of being penetrated like that. There was always a sexual subtext to getting a shot. Pushing past the barriers, the drop of blood, like being a virgin all over again. Injected by some strange, life-changing fluid. It seemed to jab deep...could it be going past the muscle? That didn't seem likely. Surely Maria would be going for a specific vein or other target.

It couldn't reach directly to the ovary, Lois told herself. The needle isn't that long. I think.

Mere seconds later, she felt the needle withdraw.

"All done!" Maria said. "You're going to be a great mom."

The young woman stepped off of Lois Lane's face, and the reporter sensed that their encounter was at an end. She rolled over onto her side, one hand between her thighs. Maria, digging back into the cabinet, returned with some cotton pads, which Lois accepted gratefully for the mess of sticky cum flowing out of her pussy. The used needle ended up in an orange biohazard bin. There was a little red mark, no bigger than a pinprick, where the young woman had stuck her.

"We should go now," Maria told her, looking out the door. "Before someone else comes and sees what we've been up to."

"Sure thing," Lois said, palming the little glass bottle and slipping it into her jacket pocket. "I've got what I came here for."