One Billion Dollars

For just a moment, Lois Lane couldn't believe her ears. She blinked, she breathed, her pussy and ass squeezed down on the crimson cocks. The reporter trembled in disbelief.

"You mean 'one million,' right?" Lois asked. "Six zeroes?"

"I mean one billion United States dollars," the demon said. "Nine zeroes. I'll have to sell off my Phillip Morris stock, but I think you'll make it worth my while."

Lois Lane swallowed hard. A billion dollars. She could buy every homeless person in Metropolis an apartment and still live comfortably for the rest of her life.

"But..." Blaze said, and the reporter's heart sank as she felt the sting was coming. What condition would she add? Lois knew people who would literally eat a baby for a tenth of the amount the demon was offering for unfettered access to the reporter's holes.

"...if you get pregnant, that adds one year to the contract. Each time you get pregnant."

The reporter swallowed. "You really want me to be your personal breeder, don't you?"

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze said. "I'm going to cum in...oh, about five minutes. You have until then to make your decision. Yes or no." The demon snapped her fingers.

A tablet appeared in the air before Lois, and she instinctively reached out to catch it. The writing was in English, although some Black Metal font, and clearly spelled out the terms that the demon had said.

It was the longest five minutes of Lois Lane's life, riding atop the scarlet succubus, the cocks pumping into her pussy and ass, stretching her holes almost to bursting. There were times in the reporter's life when she would have paid for this kind of fuck. Yet the enormity of what she was being asked to do...but was it really that tremendous? She could do so much good in the world with that money, and all she had to do was get fucked and probably knocked up...was that so bad? Wouldn't it be evil of Lois to say no?

Panting, big breasts jiggling, Lois could feel the demon's thrusts speeding up. Blaze's hands groped the reporter's swollen tits, and Lois knew somehow the demon was thinking about what they would look like swollen with milk, dripping and ready to feed their spawn. The reporter's eyes went down to the bottom of the contract...there was a fingerprint reader. All she had to do was press her thumb against it and...whatever her life had been, she would become Blaze's breeder. Probably for as long as Blaze cared to breed her. Years, certainly. Women were staying fertile longer these days.

"Getting close..." Blaze huffed from behind her. "Gonna spunk...this tight...pussy and ass...!"