How Would You Describe How It Feels To Get Impregnated?

Lois Lane shivered...and the scarlet succubus's hands came up to cup the reporter's tits.

The reporter bit back a curse. Muscles in her jaw worked. It was the magic of their oath, the reporter's tongue and even her brain betraying her, putting into words what she was feeling.

"It's big. I've never been a size queen, but it's so big, I think I can understand what some women see in it. My pussy feels absolutely stuffed, the tip of the cock is digging into the back of my pussy...and I can't stop moving me legs..."

Lois was leaning forward, Blaze's hands holding her in place, reaching for Superman. She knew he could read lips...that he could make out everything she was saying, but she couldn't stop.

"My body...I'm so hot. I've never been this wet, this horny. It's like my body is crying out. I can feel a flutter in my stomach, and I know it can't be my ovaries releasing an egg, but a part of me wants it to be that. Because it makes it so much better...as I slide up and down this fat shaft...get my hot cunt fucked...it...it makes me so excited to think about those big, bitchbreeder balls beneath me, ready to pump my whorish womb full of sperm..." She licked her lips. "I need it. I don't know how else to say it. Like my whole body is crying out for her seed. I can't help myself. I can't stop."

She was moving faster now, her pussy making wet squelching sounds, the demon's fingers playing with her hard nipples...but the reporter was thinking hard. She had to describe things, but she had some control over the words coming out of her mouth, surely? Lois made eye contact with Superman and kept talking, trying to work within the bounds of the curse.

"The deal I made with Blaze to save the women...God, I hate it so much, but my body feels like it needs to be bred. I want to feel her cock break my pussy. I want to feel the hot seed pump into my womb. I'd always...I'd always hoped it would be you. That one day I would ride your cock like this. Bear your babies. But ever since I went into that club in Metropolis, the new one in the warehouse district, it's like the universe conspired to draw me here...to sit on this dick...to make you watch as she reshaped my pussy for her own use..."

That last part was babble, some nonsense Lois had read one night in a hentai manga, but the demon seemed to enjoy it. Superman had ceased pounding, his eyes locked on Lois Lane's face, and she knew she was getting through to him. If he knew what she was saying...could she give him any greater detail? Or maybe...could she ask a question to **** Blaze to bring him here, so he could save her?