She Has To Think About It

When she had given her first blowjob, Lois Lane had been afraid. Not of the size of it, exactly, or even the flavor. It had just been a silly fear that the boy she was going down on would pee in her mouth. Even then, she knew that was a bit silly, but it did mean that she had been **** to put that cockhead in her mouth, and absolutely agitated at the idea of it...secreting anything. Not all helped out by the fact that the young man in question had been moist, simply pulling his swim trunks down as he sat on the edge of the pool, water dripping down his deck as he beckoned the younger Lois Lane to swim over and give his pecker a kiss.

Lois had faced her fears then. As was her habit. She wasn't one of those women that lived her life in fear. Always rushing off into danger, not heedless of consequences, but willing to accept them. It had made her the greatest reporter of the Daily Planet—and it had led her here, on her bed, sucking the purple-tipped demonic dick back into hardness.

Thinking very hard about consequences.

There was no right time to have a baby. She knew that, intellectually. And she was doing pretty good, financially. Lois wasn't one of those reporters that lived paycheck to paycheck. Her apartment and utilities were expensive sure, but she had a steady job and savings, her habits were pretty frugal, and if she doubled down to churn out some puff pieces freelance, she could generate extra income...

...and, she remembered, the Daily Planet had a fairly generous maternity leave policy.

The cock was hard now. Lois took it out of her mouth, let her tongue ride down the length of it, her mouth glomming onto the fat cock in a kind of obscene gesture that was half-kiss, half-toothless bite. Let her mouth trail down to where those big red balls sat, salty with their own sweat, somewhere between Christmas tree ornaments and avocados.

Breeder balls.

Superman seemed very far away, just then. Lois thought about her last period, a couple of weeks ago. She'd stopped her birth control after a few months without sex. The menstrual cramps weren't pleasant, but she'd been reading about the side effects that birth control could have, and decided to go back to pads and tampons for a while. Which meant, if she was doing her math right, that she really might be "in the zone" tonight. Either ovulating or having just ovulated.

She brought her mouth back to the tip of the dick, her upper lip sliding over it, the tip of her tongue rubbing back and forth fast on the urethra.

If I did get pregnant tonight, Lois decided. I'd keep the baby.

Just like that, Lois decided to face her fears. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard, the demon grasping as Lois drew her face off the now rock-hard erection with a wet smack.

"Only tonight." Lois said. "Okay? We're not doing this tomorrow, or ever again. But tonight...if you want to try for a baby..."

The reporter could still taste dick on her lips as she sucked in air.

"...you can fuck me as much as you want."