End: Conflicted

Panic flared through Lois Lane. She had hoped to push her lover a little farther...to embrace the wild side for a change, to hell with the consequences, maybe to enjoy topping-from-the-bottom. What she had never counted on was if Angelica Blaze actually embraced it.

"You'll make a beautiful bride," Blaze said as her stiff dick stirred the reporter's pussy, overstuffed with vibrators, in a slow and deliberate grind. "And a more beautiful mother. We can go to Gotham as soon as dawn hits—there's no waiting period for marriage licenses there, and any number of chapels to perform the ceremony—"

The reporter shook. Her stomach knotted, but her pussy clamped and unclamped, hips jiggled as she tried to get more sensation near her clit, and her ankles, still locked behind Blaze's back, were sweaty. The dickgirl meant it, the blindfolded reporter could tell. Every word of it. She wanted to marry Lois. She wanted to impregnate her.

To live with her.

Care for her.

Love her.

"I..." Lois didn't know what to say. Her body wanted, needed this cock, but Lois knew how fleeting sexual attraction was. This was all a horrendous mistake...wasn't it? She shouldn't even be here! She had come to find the missing women, and instead she was handcuffed and blindfolded and this dickgirl she had never met before was was about ready to cum inside of her unprotected womb.

"I know what you're thinking," Angelica said. "You think this is moving too fast. That you don't know how you really feel about me. That you're not ready to be a parent yet. That all you said to goad me on was just pillowtalk, so that I would fuck you harder."

Lips brushed Lois Lane's.

"The problem is, it worked. I came in you five minutes ago."

Behind the blindfold, Lois's eyes went wide. She hadn't felt it...had she? Though now that she focused on it, yes her pussy was wet...very wet...and warm...and she never actually felt any of her lovers cum inside of her. Yet Blaze was still hard! How could she possibly be...

"I never cum just once," Angelica said, as though she could read the reporter's thoughts. "I'm good for at least four more loads to dump in your fertile cunt. By the time we get ready to leave, you're going to be the Daily Planet's Most Pregnant reporter!"

Lois wanted to protest. Her body was torn between lust and disbelief. She knew that she should say something, anything. Make Blaze stop, take her dick out, find a pharmacy, call for...

Those hot lips pressed against hers again. The eggs vibrated away. The cock began to move, in and out. Slowly. Carefully. Blaze's fingers found Lois Lane's clit and began to rub it in small circles.

"Just think," Blaze said, when she broke the kiss again. "When we're married, I can do this to you every night. The crusading reporter, tied and bound while her loyal, horny wife tortures her sexually...from heaven to hell and back again..."

The dickgirl's voice dropped down to a husky whisper.

"Think about it Lois. You don't want to be a single mother...and as much as you support a woman's right to choose, you know damn well that you could never kill your own child. You think Superman will want you when you're knocked up with someone else's baby? No, you made your choice when you came down here. The fly offering itself to the spider. You can hardly blame the spider for refusing to turn down such a luscious victim."

The lips met her again. Lois felt her will to resist erode. Her climax was so close...yet she knew that if she came, that would almost seal her fate. If she wasn't pregnant already, an orgasm would increase the chances of Blaze's sperm entering her womb, and then...

"Fight me if you want," Angelica said. "You'll find I'm just as tenacious as you, when it comes to getting what I want. And what I want, Lois Lane, is for you to be mine...and I to be yours...until **** do us part..."

There were more words. More sex. Blaze had not boasted idly about how many times she could cum, and by the morning not only was Lois Lane spent, but ANgelica Blaze had spent six times inside of her. She lay on the bound reporter, her heavy body pinning the bound woman to the bed as they panted in their final exertions...and before the keys unlocked the cuffs, Lois Lane had promised, in no uncertain terms, to everything that Blaze had asked for.

It was a failure, and a surrender. Yet what a failure it was, to have that strong woman pull the vibrators from the reporter's tired cunny. To feel her massage the reporter's wrists. Have her peel off the blindfold and look her in the eyes as she kissed Lois Lane with a fierce passion.

There was a car. Lois slept in the passenger seat as dawn broke over Metropolis. It would be morning before they arrived in Gotham. Lois Lane's night out was over...and a whole new life was beginning.

Lois still didn't know how she felt about that...but she was tired of fighting it.