A Devil's Dozen

...three...four...

Lois Lane lay there uncomfortably. She could hear the business of the bar going on around her, so close and yet as far away as another world. Her legs felt clammy with cold sweat, the demon's eyes glowing pale in the darkness as egg after egg **** its way through her gaping cervix.

...five...six...

The worst part was that the reporter could feel each hard lump slide past her pussy lips, **** by peristalsis down her birth canal, only to find real resistance as it reached the mouth of her womb. The aching cervix being **** open, even just an inch or so, was an excruciating moment. And it happened again...and again...

...seven...eight...

She had heard of women who experienced orgasms during birth. Yet as the eggs were **** one by one into her womb, Lois couldn't really say she understood it. Certainly, the passage of the eggs was stimulating her canal, but then each one pressed against her cervix and **** its way inside...and her uterus already felt heavy, swollen, and tender. The reporter almost thought she could see her stomach distend slightly as each egg forcing its way in made the already-stuffed womb stretch.

...nine...ten...

Lois began to pant in the darkness. The rate of the eggs was slowing, and she was too full already. She could feel the weight of her growing uterus pressing against her bladder. The ninth egg took an inordinately long time at the cervix, fighting not just against the small channel but against the eggs already crowding inside of her. Blaze's eyes burned brighter, lighting the dark space, fixated on the sight of the reporter in front of her...and the slowly growing dome of her belly.

...eleven...twelve...

She began to claw at the boards of the cabinet. The pain in her uterus was constant now, her womb stretched obscenely and yet the eggs kept coming. The light from the demon's eyes was so bright that Lois could plainly see how her stomach had grown, bloated worse than any period she'd ever had, the gut rising in an irregular dome. Something trickled down out of the reporter's pussy, warm and wet, and at that moment the reporter couldn't say for certain whether her overstressed bladder was leaking or if the tears in her cervix had sent a trickle of blood the full length of her vaginal canal.

You're ready, Blaze's voice came into the reporter's head...and Lois barely stifled a scream as sharp spikes stabbed into her cervix, for all the world like teeth biting into the overworked sphincter, ready to eat her womb.

Something happened. the pain didn't dull, exactly. Lois could still feel it there, the weight of her womb, the uterus ready to burst with a dozen eggs stuffed inside of her, the biting pain of the little teeth or whatever they were. Yet moment by moment, she could feel...a sort of light-headedness. She shook her head as if to clear it, but it didn't clear. There was a kind of familiar buzz like with ****, only...much more intense, and growing steadily.

...thirteen.

The final egg slid along the aching, sore channel, and Lois shivered on a wave of bliss. Like every nerve in her cock was tuned to the passage of that hard lump as it slid down the demon's ovipositor, the walls scraping against her tunnel and bringing her almost to the point of climax. The reporter's toes curled and her back arched as though trying to coax the egg deeper.

Then it reached her cervix—and Lois could feel that after the passage of a dozen eggs, the cervix was still dilated, unable to properly close—and now the pain and pleasure mingled as Blaze pushed the final egg forward with all of her strength, and the eggs in the reporters already-packed womb shuffled around. Midway through, Lois Lane was sure that it was stuck...and the pain and pleasure reached some weird crescendo within her, silver lights dancing before her eyes, her hips lifting off the ground...and Lois, **** on air, heart hammering, nipples hard, felt her overworked cervix begin to spasm...it was trying to fulfill its purpose, to suck in sperm, and that little muscular contraction was slowly...achingly slowly...drawing the final egg inside of her.

The reporter's belly shifted visible, as though she had swallowed an entire pineapple whole. The climax stretched on until her muscles hurt and threatened to tear, until it hurt to breathe, until Lois was mewling like an animal through clenched teeth...and then, and only then as the egg slipped inside, did the reporter collapse, utterly exhausted, stuffed full of eggs.

Blaze was not quite done with her yet...