The Demon's Seal

Blaze placed her finger on the reporter's lower abdomen, just above her pussy...and Lois gasped in pain at a sudden burning sensation. With casual ease the demon slid her finger up and over, never leaving Lois Lane's flesh, tracing a strange design. The pain made Lois hiss, like the time as a child she had brushed her arm against a hot stove, but more localized.

The demon paused her fucking, the cock lodged deep inside of Lois but utterly still, presumably so that nothing would upset the design. As she watched it come together, Lois could see it was a kind of heart-shape...or a womb-shape, an empty middle flanked by two ovaries...but all tied together. It took only a few moments for Blaze to finish.

She lifted her finger and Lois gasped as the whole design glowed a bright, vibrant pink for one moment, the pain rising to a single peak as though she had been stuck with a burning brand...and then faded to near-invisibility against her skin, so that the strange occult diagram could only be marked out from the rest of her flesh if Lois knew to look for it. As fast as the color disappeared, so too did the pain.

"What...what did you do?"

"I have shared with you a tiny sliver of my power. Think of it as...the ultimate in birth control. If you do not desire to get with child, the sigil will bar the sperm from your womb." The cock resumed its movement inside the reporter. "Of course, if you do desire in your heart to get pregnant...the sigil will guarantee it."

Lois felt her heart hammer in her chest. For her, that was less of a gift than a curse. While she never exactly wanted to get pregnant, she often imagined impregnation during sex...if this sigil picked up on that subconscious disaster...

"...I'm fucked," the reporter whispered.

"Let's find out," Blaze hissed. And for a hot minute the jackhammer was back, the tip of the demon's cock threatening to hit the reporter's cervix but never quite managing it, those heavy balls slapping against her ass.

"It's going to be a huge load, precious," Blaze hissed, sliding her hands up the reporter's leg, holding them far apart, forcing the reporter to take all of that crimson cock. "If you don't want to get knocked up, you better want it very hard!"