End: Lois Becomes Blaze's Breeder

There really was only one choice. Lois stabbed her thumb down.

"Ow!" She hissed as the screen cracked. A drop of blood seeped into crack...but the signature registered. Lois Lane had legally agreed.

Almost as soon as the contract was signed, the demonic dickgirl seemed to explode beneath her. Lois Lane shuddered as the cocks in her ass and pussy seemed to swell and thicken a bit more. Blaze slammed the reporter down so that the liquid heat pumped deep into her pussy and ass, the twin demonic dicks twitching as rope after sticky rope filled her pussy and anus.

Lois squeezed her pussy and ass, working her kegel muscles, moaning contentedly. This is what she had signed up for, after all.

"The transaction is automatic," Blaze assured her. The hands slid around the reporter's stomach, hugging Lois from behind. "The money is being wired into your account as we speak. Your first fertility treatment is tomorrow. Not that I think you'll need it, but..."

"Fertility treatment?" Lois said.

"Of course! Didn't you read the fine print?"

Lois made a rude noise in the back of her throat. She looked through the contract again—and noticed for the first time a little tab that led to a second page. Blaze ran her hands down the reporter's thighs as Lois clicked through and read what she'd just agreed to.

Mandatory fertility treatments. Agreement to abide by a personal dietician and fitness trainer that Blaze provided. Regular pregnancy tests. Non-abortion clauses, except in cases of mother's health. Mandatory sexual services. Agreement to arbitration in case of contract dispute. Blaze to have full custody of the children. Mandatory cosmetic alterations and augmentations...

"Great Ceasar's ghost," Lois said aloud as she read the sub-clauses on that one. According to this, if Blaze wanted to make any cosmetic alteration to Lois Lane's body short of amputation, she could—as long as she paid for it. Breast expansion, lip inserts, tummy tucks, dye jobs, tattoos, and piercings were all explicitly mentioned. "Can't you just do all this stuff with magic?"

"I could," Blaze said. "But anything done with magic can be undone with magic. Plastic surgery is a bit more...permanent."

The reporter kept reading. There was a domesticity clause.

"I have to move in with you?" Lois asked.

"Or I can move in with you. Granted, I think in a few months we'll want to get a bigger place anyway. We'll need a nursery for the babies."

Lois slumped down on the cocks. She had only gotten to the bottom of the second page. There was another arrow.

"Let's change positions," Blaze suggested.

The reporter couldn't say no. Quite literally, according to clause 6: refusing sex carried a penalty of one million dollars per sexual act refused. Lois soon found herself on her back, legs spread, as Blaze pressed both of her cocks against the reporter's pussy. Lois squirmed.

"Are you sure that's going to fit?"

"I'll make it fit."

She did, too.

The reporter grunted as the two pricks threatened to bust her cunt apart—although, fortunately, the medical costs for treatment related to any such damage was to be covered by Blaze, and sexual services on the affected hole suspended until a doctor signed off on Lois as healed, according to clause 9. The cocks squeezed together, and Lois hissed in pain and, yes, pleasure, as her pussy stretched beyond anything she thought it capable of...but she kept reading.

"Nudity clause!?" Lois Lane's voice squeaked out.

"Socks and shoes are okay, outside the house," Blaze assured her. "But yes, I want everyone to see my breeder as she swells, day by day."

The reporter moaned...and not just because Blaze's strokes were getting shorter and faster, preparing to dump another double-dose of cum in the pussy that she'd just bought and paid for. The nudity clause by itself meant that her regular life was over...there was no way she could...

Oh, who am I kidding? Lois thought to herself. A billion dollars! It's still a bargain. I can clothe every homeless person in Metropolis, and I'm worried that people will see my tits and ass? Grow up, Lane. It's just a little skin. Lois took a deep breath. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any more bombshells buried in the contract...although she certainly knew that the devils were in the details.

Blaze slammed forward, her nuts banging against the reporter's augmented ass. A hot stream of cum poured into Lois Lane, so much and so hard it felt like the demon was pissing straight into her womb.

The demon half-collapsed on top of her breeder. She smiled triumphantly, showing Lois her teeth.

"You know...I think I can fuck your pussy every day for years, and never get tired of it."

"That's good," Lois said. "because according to the language of this contract, the 'mandatory sexual services' clause applies to both parties."

The scarlet succubus raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Which means," Lois said, setting the tablet aside. "You're going to keep fucking me until I cum."

"I might need a minute to recharge," the demon said.

"Your mouth doesn't," Lois countered...and the demon's smile flickered, just for a moment, before it grew wider.

"Of course, sweetmeat."

Blaze leaned down and kissed her lips...and then began to withdraw. Lois Lane's pussy throbbed as the cocks slid out of the over-stretched hole. The scarlet succubus let a trail of kisses down the valley between the reporter's breasts. Tenderly ran her tongue around her breeder's navel. Then further down, Lois spreading her legs wide as the hot breath blew on her labia, the pink tongue slithered over her clitoris, and the mouth clamped onto the reporter's fleshly-seeded cunt, the tongue pushing into the sore, overstretched hole.

Lois Lane smiled to herself as she felt the demon using her tongue to push the cum up by the reporter's cervix. Not that she minded at all. The reporter was a woman of her word, and was willing to give the devil her due.

Maybe I'll buy a nudist colony, Lois thought. After I sort out the charities.

Then there was only the gasp and moans as Blaze began licking the pussy in earnest...and though she would not know it for a few weeks, before Lois Lane's night out was over, she would already be well on her way to fulfilling the procreation clause of her breeding contract.