End: Blaze Begs

"If you were any other woman," the demon rumbled, "I would blast you body and soul into hell, and torment you for an eternity. But..."

A smile curved up on Blaze's lips. She leaned over Lois, the cock still poised at the entrance to the new orifice that her power had created. The reporter stared into those pure white eyes that glowed from within, as from lights in endless depths, and knew she faced a creature that was beyond mere mortal flesh and biology, a thing of spirit, twisted and powerful...things that Lois had thought she had stopped believing in a long time ago, and now found herself almost nose-to-nose with, her immortal soul and the life of her unborn at dire risk.

"...you are right. I would give much to impregnate you, now or at any time. And I do not wish to **** you. I want...I need for you to desire this, even as I do. So I beg thee..."

She planted a kiss to the left of Lois Lane's mouth that burned like fire.

"I beseech thee..."

She planted a kiss to the right of Lois Lane's mouth, the hot lips lingering for a long moment.

"I implore thee..."

The reporter opened her mouth as the demon's lips descended, and their tongues met, wet and hot, the twisting tongue of Blaze now forked and thin, sliding over and around the human woman's tongue. Lois could feel her pussy dampen, and she realized just at that moment how much her new hole ached for the cock pressing against it.

"Please..." Blaze asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Whatever you want is yours...only let me seed thine womb!"

"Well," Lois said, when she could breathe again. "Since you ask so nicely. But I do want a commitment."

"Anything," the eyes burned bright.

"Help me with the babies?" The reporter asked. "And when I'm pregnant?

"You shall want for nothing, I swear it." The demon's hands slid onto Lois Lane's breasts, nipples so hard that they ached.

"Okay," Lois smiled, heart pounding. This was crazy, and strange, and she knew that she might well regret it. But on the other hand...her whole body was yearning for this. She could almost feel it getting ready to have a baby, biological clock ticking into overdrive. "Fuck me pregnant."

The demon's cock slid into Lois Lane's new fuckhole in one smooth, fluid thrust that seemed to stab into the core of the reporter's being. Her orgasm was immediate, electric, mind almost shutting down as she lost all control of her entire body. Deep down inside her abdomen, an incandescent heat seemed to be building, defusing throughout her body. It was like touching her ar to a hot stove, the pain only momentary, the flesh cooking from within.

Then Blaze collapsed on top of her, the moment gone, and Lois lay there, breathless, cunt twitching in post-orgasmic shudders. In time, she struggled back to consciousness.

"Sorry about that," her demon lover said. "Next time, I'll last longer. I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Lois said, wondering if her ovaries had just been cooked by the white hot jizz. She closed her eyes, mind wandering down strange lanes. No more thought of being Mrs. Superman, that was for sure. They'd need a house for the kids...check up on the Daily Planet's maternity leave policy...an ice pack for her new fuckhole...

"Hey," Lois asked, as the idea came to her. "You thought up any names for the kids?"

The night was over; the adventure had just begun.