Cast The Spell

They formed a pentagram, drawing the lines with a hoarded bit of lipstick, holding hands and staring at the center point. The four pregnant women were nude, while Lois Lane sat in her wet clothes, the cum drying slowly. Off and away, Angelica was wandering around the cavern.

"We call on She Who Walks Behind The World," Jenny Dunlap spoke.

"She who lights the flame within us," Mara de la Cruz intoned.

"Who sparks new life and light," Lois recited the words as she had been told.

"Her love to fill us all," Tonya Wong sang.

"Come to us," Debbie Reynolds said. "Fulfill our desires."

"Come," they said all together, voices blending.

Lois Lane had, as a reporter, been part of seances and witnesses strange religious rituals. All this mummery, she knew, should be pointless. Yet...she knew that magic did exist in the world. And despite her disbelief, she could feel something flowing through them, one to the other. It was like they were part of some circuit, and Lois could feel the pulses of the women whose hands she clasped, beating in time with her own.

"Come," they said. Lois focused on the point in the center of the pentagram, and the cavern seemed to darken. There was nothing except the five of them, and the air was pregnant with power as they poured all their energy into the calling.

"Come," they said...and though Lois was focused on that center point, she became aware of a glow in her peripheral vision. A weird, red glow...and it was coming from the other four women. Shining through their bellies, the fetuses within, little more than clumps of cells, were burning bright.

Lois frowned. Why would they respond to the summoning, unless...

Before she could complete the thought, Jenny Dunlap spoke.

"Come Blaze, Daughter of Perdition! Come Blaze, Mother of Mothers, Mother of Darkness! Come Blaze, to cum within us!"

"Cum!" Mara intoned, voice shaking.

"Cum!" Debbie hissed, lustily.

"Cum!" Tonya moaned, aching with need.

"Cum," Lois said, the word seemingly drawn from her against her will. She could taste ozone, and feel the hair rising up her arms. It was like the moment before the lightning strike, the air heavy and charged. The power building and building until...

Angelica Blaze, nude as the day she was born, stepped into the circle. But now she was not the ****-addled young woman. Now her mien was regal, shoulders thrown back, skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, dark horns curling from her brow...and between her legs, tall and erect, a crimson cock at least seven inches long, with a dangling pair of testicles beneath.

"Well," the demon said. "That was much more successful than last time."