End: Lois Lane Gets Very Impregnated

The mouth broke the kiss while buried balls deep inside of the reporter. Those glowing eyes seemed to eclipse the darkness for a moment.

"One thing you should know...Fertile Valley water has been known to cause multiple ovulation."

The tongue, so impossibly long, rested on Lois Lane's lower lip. Acting by instinct, Lois cloised her mouth on that tongue-tip, sucking gently on the muscle, tasting that unfamiliar saliva. She thought of all those sex ed videos, the egg floating inside the undefined red space of the womb in soft focus—just something for the kids, Lois knew now. The womb was dark, no light inside it at all, yet some things like mushrooms needed darkness to grow.

Except it was more than one egg. Of that, Lois was almost certain. The dickgirl's words burned through Lois like a fever, like some mordant acid that etched themselves onto the soft surface of her brain, and in her mind she saw little globes floating in the darkness within, waiting, waiting...

Blaze pushed her cock in deep...so deep that Lois Lane's heat-softened body stiffened and the reporter mentally winced as the discomfort grew, almost to the point of pain. She swore she could feel the head of that cock only a hair's breadth from her cervix...and then the testicles that rested tight against the reporter's ass throbbed, tightened...and at the same moment it was like a dark spark burst from the end of Blaze's tongue, and Lois Lane's mouth tasted of ozone and...

Her body convulsed shuddering, silver sparks dancing before her eyes, her slick hot body heaving against the hot, hard, lean naked form that lay on top of her. It was as though an electric current ran straight down Lois Lane's spine from the tip of Blaze's tongue to the tip of her cock, and Lois quivered through the unnatural orgasm as her womb spasmed and something hot and wet flooded her hungry cunt.

Lois felt as if she was living in one of those films. The sperm racing toward her eggs. Body quivering, muscles taut. She could feel something drip down from the base of her pussy, flowing thickly over her asshole, down the crack of her ass...and she wondered how many women had been bred, right here, on this bench. How many lives were ultimately conceived on this altar...though she knew in her head that even once inseminated, it would take hours for sperm and egg—eggs, she corrected herself—to join, to attach to the walls.

Not every pregnancy carried to term. There were dangers, even if the mother-to-be was careful. A hard bump, the wrong body chemistry...

The electric arc ended as though someone had flipped a circuit. A distance pounding faded from the reporter's ears, like the crash of distant funder. Angelica Blaze looked down at her now, smiling that I've-got-a-secret smile, no more the horned serpent in the darkness, just a naked dickgirl on top of Lois, in Lois...her lips pressed gently against the tip of the reporter's nose, and then she pulled away, pulled out...and Lois was left, as that softening cock slipped out of her slimy cunny...not empty, exactly. She could actually still feel the dickgirl's load inside of her, deep, deep inside where it would be impossible to wash out.

"How do you feel?" Blaze asked her as Lois eased herself into a sitting position, one hand instinctively going between her legs, trying not to leave a mess.

"I...good?" Lois floundered, not sure how she should address the fact that they just had sex. "You were good. I came."

The naked dickgirl's smile was visible in the darkness. She handed Lois her pants, shirt, jacket, shoes. No underwear, Lois noticed. No bra. Where had they gone to?

In silence, they got dressed. Lois felt the need to leave. She had gotten what she came for—more than that, she thought, one hand briefly going to her stomach. There was fodder here to keep her therapist busy for months...

Blaze met her at the door. Dressed, now, though Lois hadn't seen her dress. She handed Lois two parting gifts: a piece of paper and a bottle of water.

"These are phone numbers where you can talk to the women," Angelica said. Lois glanced at it. The last number had a smear of black lipstick next to it. "That's my number. Just in case you want to...get in touch."

Lois Lane murmured a thank you, and headed out the door...through the club...up the elevator...still clutching the bottle of water in her hand as she slid through the club, somehow conscious of every potential collision with another body, as though she was made of glass or...

Carrying something.

Outside, she sucked in the air, now grown cold. Her body was still hot, and she had ceased to sweat. she cracked open the bottle of water...and looked at it.

Fertile Valley Water. Those two great mountains rising like stony tits pointed at the sky. The blue river flowing down out of a strangely vulva-like crest. The reporter's mouth was suddenly very dry.

So Lois drank. The chalky taste was everything she remembered, proof that at least that part of her night out hadn't been a lie or an hallucination. As for the rest of that...

Did I really just do that? Lois let one hand rest on her flat stomach. There was nothing she could do but wait...wait and see what the consequences of Lois Lane's night out might be.