Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How Does Blaze Respond?

You're Not A Prostitute

Angelica Blaze sighed and rolled off of Lois. The reporter wasn't sure she could move.

"Lies do not become us at this point. I know who you are, Lois Lane," the dickgirl reached over and ran a finger over the reporter's clit. "I have always known who you are."

"Was all this..." Lois winced, abs hurting, as she tried to sit up. "...all to knock me up?"

"Oh, originally it was just for fun. Maybe get **** on that big blue boyscout you hang out with. But I have to admit, after spending all this time together, you do have...your own charms. My aims have changed. Now I do want you to bear my children."

The dickgirl knelt in front of Lois, one arm sliding under her back, the other under her legs. Effortlessly, Blaze stood, picking the reporter up.

"But...who are you? Where are the missing women?" Lois asked, too weak to even be surprised that she had just been fucked raw by one of Superman's enemies. Something about this whole situation made it feel inevitable.

"Oh, they're whoring it up downstairs. I wouldn't waste my time impregnating them." The dickgirl carried Lois across the room to a door, opened it, and carried the pregnant reporter over the threshold. The bedroom beyond was opulent: a four-poster bed, silk sheets, plush carpet. Antique furniture, all dark wood and marble. Through another door, Lois could make out black tile and a white porcelain tub.

"As for who I am..." The dickgirl shuddered for a moment and Lois Lane caught sight of blood-red skin, dark horns curling back from her forehead, pure white eyes with neither pupil nor iris set into darkened orbits, the flash of a forked tongue...and then the smiling, human face was there again, dark eyes flashing. The same features, just fuller, softer.

"...I am the Lady Blaze. And you, Lois Lane, shall be my queen!"

Lois let that sink in.

"But first, a bath." The demon said, laying Lois down in the cold porcelain tub.