She Feels...Horny

A terribly familiar feeling tingled between Lois Lane's legs. It was a sensation that she knew all too well—from long periods of enforced celibacy when there wasn't time or privacy to masturbate. As sex began to crowd into her every waking thought, and every brush of air on her skin felt like a caress. Lois licked her lips, suddenly aware of the burning heat building like a fever in her body, her hardening nipples pushing against the wet cloth of her bra, the hair on the back of her neck and arms standing on end...and her gaze shifted to that swollen scarlet shaft.

It made her mouth water...and other parts too. Lois crossed her arms across her chest, if only to keep her hands away from the eager cleft between her legs. She swallowed spittle as her mind began to focus on what Blaze's crimson cock would taste like...and then the demon walked forward, right to the edge of the pentagram.

"Thank you Lois," the voice had an odd Mediterranean accent. "Their inept and incomplete spell left me trapped on this plane, unable to fully manifest or complete my tasks. My spirit called out for someone to finish what these bumblers started—and I am glad that it was you. Now, disrobe. I wish to finish this quickly and return to my domain in Hell."

Lois blinked, and managed to **** her eyes up. She staggered backwards, fighting her body's urges the whole time.

"Disrobe? Task?" The reporter asked. She stared into the pure white eyes of the demon, the gaze inscrutable, the Mona Lisa smile somehow wistful and cruel...

"You called me here to impregnate you. These four are already done—I fulfilled their desires as they slept—and now only you remain."

Lois Lane backed away. The demon's cock came into view once again, the hairless red sack beneath it looking strangely heavier than it had a moment ago.

"I don't...I don't want to get pregnant," Lois asserted. "You've already knocked them up, just go back to hell."

The demon took a step forward. For a moment, it looked as those the air was twisting around the purple tip of that scarlet cock...and then it seemed to burst, like a soap bubble. Blaze stepped out of the pentagram, a dribble of thin grey precum spurting out of the tip of the dick. Her testicles definitely looked bigger.

"That isn't how it works," Blaze said. "Your heart called to me, your words sang me here. I cannot leave this plane until my mission is fulfilled and you are pregnant."

Lois set her jaw. She raised her fists in front of her, sinking into a boxer's crouch.

"Not going to happen."

The smile disappeared. The demon's mouth was a thin line, a sketch of disapproval.

"Ladies?" Blaze said. "Restrain her."

As one, the four naked pregnant women moved.

"Are you really going to hurt us Lois?" Tonya Wong asked, as she circled to the left. "We're pregnant."

"The spell wouldn't have worked if you hadn't wanted it," Diana Reynolds said as she circled to the right.

"You can just enjoy it," Jenny Dunlap moved closer, straight ahead. "We did."

"I'm not like you," Lois Lane growled. "And the first cunt who comes at me is getting an abortion."

The reporter's tone was hard and forceful—but inside, she wondered if she really could do it. They weren't very far along, but their bellies were that little bit of protuberant that was unmistakable...and they inched closer, four against one; bad odds at any time.

"You can't run away," Mara de la Cruz said from behind Lois. "Even if you get past all of us, Blaze is the only one that can get you out of here. Your boyfriend Superman isn't here to save you...and even if he was, that would still leave a demon on Earth."

Lois Lane kept on the move as the women closed their net. She hated their words, although there was a lot of truth to them. The only question was...

Am I going to fight...or fuck?