Lois is in Denial

Sudden sobriety seemed to settle on Lois Lane. "You're really serious, aren't you?"

"Of course," Angelica Blaze cupped her hand over the reporter's hole. "Are you ready again? We can go slow this time. I want to make you cum before I do."

"No, I mean...oh god, all those things I said...I say crazy stuff when I'm horny! When I'm in the middle of getting fucked, it's like I'm a different person, I can't...I can't afford to get pregnant right now."

Without apparent effort, the dickgirl lifted Lois up. The stall was cramped, and Blaze settled on the toilet like a queen on her throne. The reporter caught a fleeting glance of something pressing their cock through the hole in the stall, but Angelica absently slapped it hard, and the dick withdrew with a cry of pain.

Lois was settled in her lover's lap, the cock resting against the reporter's pussy, but not spearing directly into it.

"Your words earlier were true. You wanted to get pregnant. You still do. Even now, your body yearns for it."

It was true, too. Lois could feel the hot hardness of that cock pressed against her body, and her lower mouth's hunger for it was a palpable thing. She wanted to get fucked again. At the same time, the reporter was in utter denial.

"I've been on a dry spell. I'm horny. Fuck, how did I let myself get this horny? I had unprotected sex with a complete stranger in a public bathroom and I asked you to creampie me and you did," Lois could feel the pitch and volume of her voice peaking. She was often wired after sex, but now it was combined with fear, dread, and guilt, and the reporter could feel a full-blown freak-out building, the kind she hadn't had since her last exam at university.

Blaze rubbed her thighs. "You should not stress so. It's bad for the baby."

"But I can't have a baby?" Lois half-yelled.

"On the contrary," Angelica said. "You're very fertile. Of good age for childbearing. You have solid employment?"

"At the moment," Lois sniffed. "Although caring for a kid, as a single mother..."

"Who said you had to be single?"

That brought the reporter up short. She stared down at Angelica, whose dark eyes locked on hers appraisingly.

"I swore an oath to get you pregnant. I did not swear to abandon you or the child," Blaze said soberly.

"I..." Lois took a deep breath. "I just don't know if I'm ready to be a mother."

"Hmm," the dickgirl hummed. "Would you like me to help you in this matter?"

Lois Lane almost laughed. This whole situation felt insane. She wasn't sure what Blaze could do to make it easier, but Lois could hardly think of any way that she could make it worse.

"Sure. Whatever."

Then Blaze did something very odd. The dickgirl licked the tip of her finger, and then reached down and traced a complex design on the reporter's lower abdomen, just above the carefully-trimmed tuft of pubic hair and beneath her navel. It looked to Lois like a cross between an inverted pentagram and a heart with wings...or possible ovaries? The spittle was clear so it was hard to tell.

In a moment, the design was finished. Angelica held her hand over it for a moment and murmured something beneath her breath. Lois picked out the words "Sabaoth...Tetragrammaton..."

There was a flash, and for a moment Lois swore she saw black lightning flicker from the fingertips. A moment of pain seized her, and Lois could smell ozone, like the aftermath of a lightning blast...and then Blaze took her hand away, and Lois saw that the figure was etched in black on her pale skin, like a tattoo.

The reporter reached down and rubbed at the design, but it didn't smudge.

"What...did you just do?" Lois asked.

"A charm to guarantee fertility and ensure safe birth," the dickgirl said as she shook her hand. "It is now functionally impossible for you to miscarry, or to have an abortion. If—when—you conceive a child, you will have to carry it to term. Your fate is sealed, sweetmeat."