Lois Keeps The Baby

A red hand settled on the reporter's abdomen. Lois Lane looked down...and it was just as it was in the mirror. An almost imperceptible swell. Nothing that you could even really see or feel yet, maybe a pound or two heavier, but no more.

"You are such a good person," the demon whispered in her ear. "That's why I drew you here. Those women aren't missing, not really. A long weekend in Mexico, bought and paid for, that has stretched out to a couple of sun-soaked weeks. They will be back soon. But I knew you would go looking for them. Your curiosity drew you down here, sniffing at a mystery...to me."

The demon's fingers slid down to the reporter's clit.

"You did all this," Lois said, suddenly sick to her stomach. "Just to knock me up?"

"Hmm," the demon said. "If this had just been for my amusement...I could have **** you at any time. I have power, you're merely mortal. But this way...you did it to yourself. You choose this. Didn't you Lois?"

"I..." the reporter paused. A hand slid up, between her breasts, to grasp her jaw. To **** her to stare in the mirror. The fingers of the other, crimson hand, were down by her pussy lips now, gently rubbing at her clit.

"Would you undo it?" The demon whispered. "You could, you know. It's just a pill. You know all the arguments. Not even a baby yet. Just a clump of cells. A parasite. People get parasites removed all the time."

"No," Lois said, though the words were bitter in her mouth. "I won't...kill my child."

"And that is what I so love about you," the crimson hand rubbed a little harder at her clit. "Such goodness in you. It traps you, into doing what you feel is right. Your lusts, so near the surface, waiting to be drawn out."

"You **** me," Lois accused. "You used your magic, you tricked me, you..."

"I've freed you," the demon whispered. "How long did you hold back from sex? How long have you waited, hoping for Mr. Right to come out of the sky and whisk you away to some perfect marriage? Now...what? Now you're pregnant. The damage is done. No one else will come save you...but now you don't need saving. Look at yourself."

Lois Lane looked in the mirror. Her eyes were dilated, face flushed, nipples hard. The crimson hand was stark against her throat, down across that barely perceptible swell of her belly, the fingers still playing with the reporter's clit. Yet Lois saw more than that...she saw a woman, aroused, eager. Her pussy was still wet and dripping sperm, her body flush with excitement. Held in the arms of this fiend from Hell, Lois Lane felt a strange, tense excitement growing within her.

"Tell me what you desire," the demon whispered. "Give voice to your cravings, and I will see them fulfilled. It is the least I can do...for the mother of my child."

The reporter's breath was hot in her mouth. Her cheeks burned, even though her skin was cold and covered by goosebumps. If she could voice her own desires...just this once...