Something's Trying To Impregnate You

"...and the worse news is, it's too powerful and dangerous for me to remove via magic." Zatanna said. The witch looked genuinely unhappy about that. "Some powerful demon has sent this against you, and I'm afraid tearing it out of your body would hurt you."

"So I'm fucked." Lois said. Her hands were on the table, and the reporter's shoulders slumped, head sinking down until her head almost touched the edge.

"Well...you're not pregnant yet," Zatanna told the reporter. "And if we can't use magic, there's still...manual ways of doing things."

Lois raised her head. "You mean Plan B?"

The witch put her hands on the reporter's shoulders.

"I mean that I can put my hand inside your pussy and pull it out for you."

"Oh," Lois Lane's eyes widened. She felt her cheeks start to burn a little as the implications sank in. "Oh. Um. I mean...I wouldn't want to impose..."

The witch's hands slid down, inside the reporter's robe. Zatanna's chest pressed against the back Lois Lane's head. The burning spread to the reporter's ears. "My pleasure. Now, get naked and lay on the bed. What do you have for lube around here?"

There was butter in the refrigerator. Zatanna took it out to soften as she disrobed. Lois lay down on the bed, self-conscious as the taller and bustier woman slipped off her topcoat and tails, undid her white tie, unlaced the bustier...and the breasts sort of billowed outwards and down, larger than even Lois had imagined them. The shirt came off, and then the panties...

"Have you uh...done this sort of thing before?"

"Not exactly," Zatanna said. She was down to her fishnets now, and nothing else, her pussy was shaved smooth and Lois felt weird with her neatly-trimmed bush by comparison. The witch began to butter up her right wrist and hand. "But there's a fist time for everything, right?"

Lois Lane gulped and nodded, smiling at the horrible pun. This would be a first for her for sure.

Zatanna got on her knees at the side of the bed, and Lois shifted her body so that her pussy was right there, facing her, the legs as wide apart as the reporter could spread them.

Why so nervous, Lane? Lois told herself. She's a professional, after all. This is purely platonic. Just a female friend doing a favor. Zatanna doesn't even like women like that, there's nothing lesbian about this, just two perfectly straight women resolving a perfectly normal demonic impregnation event or something.

"Hmm," Zatanna said, licking her lips. "Looks good enough to eat."

Okay, there is no way that wasn't intentional! Lois thought...and then the greasy, buttered-up fingers were pressed into a steeple, and touched against the entrance to Lois Lane's cunny.