They're Both Going To Fuck Lois At The Same Time

"...it's an elegant compromise, honey," Ella Lane said. "Both of them get their chance to impregnate you, and the strongest seed wins! That will practically guarantee a healthy baby. Then once you're pregnant, my spirit be free and I'll be out of your hair."

Lois Lane stared at her mother in silence. A pair of women were already repairing the door. A third brought forward a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, with a single glass. Superwoman brought the edge of her hand against the neck of the bottle like a knife, and the top slid off with a loud POP. Bubbles poured over the edge of the bottle...and then into the glass, which the supervillain handed to Lois.

"I cannot believe I'm even considering this," Lois said after she downed the glass, then held it out to be refilled. "Do you have any idea what that's going to do to my pussy?"

"Think of it as good exercise for birth," Angelica said. Another of her employees—Lois had to assume they were employees and not slaves or minor demons or something—laid down a small basket full of bottles of lubricant. "The human body is amazing in what it can accomplish. And we'll go slow. There is no reason that the process should be unpleasant."

"Is that why I'm the only one drinking?" Lois asked, before she bit into a strawberry. She could already feel the bubbly wine in her stomach, making her a little light-headed.

"No," Superwoman said, that face so oddly almost-identical to Lois Lane's own. "That is to help relax your cunt muscles to take our cocks, and to ease the pain in case we tear your labia. This is a contest, my other self. One I will win, no matter how you may bleed."

Lois stared at the alternate version of herself...and her reporter's instincts told her that she was being absolutely serious. The reporter drained the glass and held out for more. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be over soon or pleasant.

A few glasses later, Lois was feeling pleasantly warm, even beyond the temperature in the club, and the buzz of the **** was coming through strongly. She idly scratched at her pussy, before realizing that she was in company, the three women looking at her closely. Lois blushed as she saw that both Angelica and Superwoman were rubbing bulges between their legs—hard cocks, waiting for the moment when they might get the chance to impregnate her.

Now Lois knew how the golden apple had felt, as the goddesses warred over it. The thought of taking them both at once—maybe it was the champagne that made her nethers feel so unexpectedly hot and wet, or her nipples hard. Everything around her seemed to have a sudden glow, the faces brighter, the darkness had a depth to it that made the VIP room seem cozier...she could even smell a kind of masculine reek in the room, like when she did her father's laundry back at home...

"So, um," Lois gulped. "How and where are we going to do this, exactly?"