That's...Kind of Hot, Actually

Lois ran a tongue over her lips. She had drunk so much water, yet it was almost like her body was still thirsty...crying out for...something else.

"It is, isn't it?" The hand crept up further, and Lois didn't stop it. The reporter swooned, sweating freely. It was so hot...like she could just climb out of her skin.

"Why don't we get you out of those pants?"

The reporter barely nodded an ascent. Those eyes seemed to glow, the pupils almost gone now, reduced to slits...like a serpent. In the darkness, the reporter could almost imagine dark horns curling up from that brow, a slim forked tongue slithering out from those teeth. Lois leaned back, panting in the heat. So thirsty...

"You're so wet," Blaze said as she peeled the tight pants off of Lois Lane's long, skinny legs.

"So hot..." Lois said.

"Do you think it that story that got you hot?" Blaze said, gently spreading the reporter's thighs. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but neither was she binding lois into the straps...just opening her legs, the hands massaging the reporter's gams. Lois realized that on this bench, her hips were higher than her head, the blood flowing down into her brain.

"No...all...those women getting pregnant...so pregnant..." Lois shook her head. She knew that she should be shivering. Scared. Pregnancy was so scary. So...so...

"Think about that for a moment," Blaze said, and then Lois felt her hot lips on her inner thigh, a long tongue licking at the sweat there. The reporter's hand fell down to the side of the bench, and came to rest on another bottle of water. She quickly brought it up to her face, untwisted the cap, raised her head so she could gulp at the strange, chalky Fertile Valley water.

"How do you really feel, when you think about pregnancy? Of getting pregnant? Of having new life inside your body, belly and breasts ballooning...everyone looking at you and knowing that you spread your legs, that you got fucked. Fucked one of those hard cocks and took a load, unprotected, into your tight little pussy."

The reporter's stomach felt quesy. She could almost feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her chest heaving as she gulped in air between sips of water. Her nipples hard.

"It's...just so wrong. So...taboo..."

"Maybe what you're feeling isn't disgust. Maybe it's...excitement. Maybe you repressed that, all these years. Afraid to face the truth..."

The lips pressed suddenly against Lois Lane's clit, and she moaned, sputtered, coughed as a bit of the water went down the wrong pipe. Her eyes felt like they were boiling, and Angelica's tongue lapped at her sweaty pussy, the reporter unable to bring herself to fight back, to say no...it was the first time any woman had ever eaten her out, and it felt so wrong and yet so good at the same time.

Lois sensed when Angelica Blaze stood up in the darkness. Her eyes were pure white now, no pupil or iris whatsoever, the only light in the pitch black room. Lois felt something nudge against her pussy lips. Hard and hot and oh so very familiar...something she hadn't had in a long time.

"Why don't I help you, Lois?" The eyes seemed to bore into Lois Lane, and once more the reporter had that sense of horns just above those glowing eyes, of a certain reptilian musk to the air. "You know it's a dangerous time for you. You know what happened to the other women that came here. What they wanted. Maybe it's what you wanted too, deep down."

The hard prick slid across the reporter's pussy. She could hardly breathe, her heart thundering in her ears, stomach roiling. All her adolescent fears coming back to her, all those horror films, sex ed classes, bathroom gossip, furtive glasses at those swelling bellies beneath maternity skirts....

"Nothing happens in this room unless you want it to happen. All you have to do is tell me, and I'll stop." Blaze positioned the head of the prick...and it was a cock, Lois was sure of that now, and she remembered suddenly that even precum had sperm in it, that she could be getting pregnant just from this little contact. "Or you can say nothing, and face your fear."