Put A Baby In Her Belly

The cock moved inside Lois. The reporter's body responded. Her cunt took it deep, as though welcoming its lord and master. Hand's crushed her breasts, driving her to heights of pleasure. There was a burning fire inside of her body that could not be quenched, and Lois felt herself no longer in control, bucking and heaving in time with her demon lover, not even caring as the claws raked her body, as the dick stabbed painfully deep, as a sick lurching sensation filled her stomach at the knowledge of what was about to happen.

Blaze shouted her triumph, hips slamming into Lois and hands holding the reporter there. The semen hit the reporter's women so hard it stung. The demon raised one hand flat against the slim stomach and black arcs of electricity played from her fingers into Lois Lane's flesh. Uncontrollably, Lois began to shake, muscles spasming, cervix forcibly opening and closing, sucking the demon's seed into her womb.

A part of her wondered what else the black magic was doing. Was it forcing her ovaries to ovulate? Guiding the defenseless eggs down the fallopian tubes to where the billions of sperm waited? How far would the evil bitch go to ensure Lois Lane's conception? To put a baby in her belly?

"More," Blaze hissed. Though Lois didn't know what more that demon could want. Her cunt was filled, flooded...

Lois spasmed, all control of her body now lost. Her pussy clamped tight on the dick, and an arc of pure pleasure seemed to be traveling up her spine, exploding in her brain. She had never been fucked like this. It was as though all her world had fallen away except her stretched and violated cunt, the crimson cock nuzzled deep inside of her spewing its hail of unholy seed, shitting directly into her womb.

And Lois loved it. All cares and concerns melted away. She welcomed it. Anything was worth this pleasure. The reporter didn't care that she was fucking a demon, that her body and soul were being violated, that she was betraying everyone and everything that had ever thought her a good and upright person. Soon she would be carrying the bastard spawn of one of Superman's greatest enemies, and the only coherent thought that the reporter could put together in that moment was: When can I do it again?

No pleasure lasts forever. And as Lois flopped on the bed, body quivering in the aftershocks, little black arcs of electricity still playing over her womb, the full reality and consequences of what she had done began to sink in.