Time For An Intermission

This was the moment. Lois Lane knew it. The demon loomed over her, her white eyes burned, mouth locked in that Mona Lisa smile. Somehow Lois knew she would feel the moment of her impregnation. Just a flood of dark cum hitting her womb like the eruption of a volcano. The reporter's heart hammered in her chest, utterly stoked for that icandescent moment.

Which is when Blaze pulled out.

Lois Lane's pussy squeezed on open air.

The reporter stared at the cock that stood out over her body. It glistened with her juices. Throbbed and quivered in mid-air. Lois stared at it, her body screaming for it to go back in...

...and then Blaze's eyeless servitors clasped onto the reporter's limbs.

"Ah, what ****!" Blaze laughed cruelly. "Look at you! The proud Lois Lane, reduced to a quivering fuckpuddle, begging for my babies! I like you like this, sweatmeat!"

Lois Lane gave forth a wordless mewl of pure need. Then she felt the lips and tongues of the four servitors. Blind creatures of want, their chains clanked as they pressed themselves over her body. A mouth clamped onto her own, and Lois felt herself give way to that kiss, even as a hot tongue lashed her clit...and two mouths suckled on their tits.

"Do you feel it, Lois?" Blaze said, as she stroked her cock. "The same thing they felt. Let the pleasure overwhelm you. Transform you..."

Which is when Lois Lane found that she couldn't open her eyes.