How Would You Feel If I Really Knocked You Up?

Lois Lane's eyes shot open.

"What? But you...you just..." she sputtered.

Blaze smiled, and slid her fingers out of the reporter's burning asshole. The reporter couldn't believe she'd had four fingers back there. She was definitely going to be sore in the morning...but more important than that, she wanted to know what the demon meant.

"Think about it, Lois," Blaze said as her cock slipped out of the reporter. Lois could feel her warm spunk leaking out of her violated pussy. "You're an intelligent woman. What are the odds of you getting knocked up from just one creampie?"

"Non-zero," the reporter said.

She felt...good. Weirdly energized. It had always been that way with Lois, after sex. Something about the whole process just made her want to get up and do things. So she sat up, one hand cupping her pussy to keep as of the jizz off the bedspread as possible. As it is, she was going to have to haul it down to the laundry...and hope no-one smelled the raw reek of sex...maybe she could go tonight, while everyone was asleep...

"Small," Blaze told her, lounging on the bed like a cat, her fat red pecker soft and limp against her belly, thighs spread wide to allow those big crimson testicles to hang down. "Maybe four percent, if you're ovulating. But that's not what I asked you. How would you feel if you did get pregnant from tonight's little bout of sex?"

Lois stood up, moved toward the restroom, paused. She wanted to go do something. Wash her pussy, take a shower, do the laundry, something. But Blaze was just...there. And all the threat from her had dropped away the moment she had poured her cum into the reporter's cunny.

"Sick to my stomach, probably. Wanting to drain a bottle of wine and knowing I couldn't for the sake of the fetus. Worried about the future."

"But you wouldn't abort it?"

"Not unless it was...developmentally wrong. Ancepholous, something like that."

Lois didn't like this kind of talk. She didn't like thinking about this kind of thing. As a woman and a reporter, she had pushed for abortion rights in Metropolis. Believed that women should have the right to choose when it came to their own bodies. But the thought of aborting her own child...even if the "father" was a demon...

"Would you love the baby?"

"Yes," Lois said, automatically.

"You are such a good person," Blaze said, and now Lois saw her stroking her cock, as though trying to coax it back to life.

The reporter clenched her fingers into her hands, letting the nails cut into the palms. There was something so frustrating about this. She didn't know what to do, how to feel...

"Am I really not pregnant?"

"Not yet," Blaze said. "Not yet."