To Lois

Lois fell backwards, her whole body arching, every muscle clamping tight.

She tasted ozone. Every hair on her body stood up, as though static electricity lay thick over her arms and legs. Heat built up inside the reporter's body, less like a fever and more like she was a lightbulb, a burning filament at the core of her, the light of it threatening to leak out of her skin. A confusion of senses came to Lois as she suddenly became aware of new dimensions, new presences all around her...the flow of electricity through the wires, the presence of the moon far ahead, the greasy residue of ectoplasm embedded in the walls from the deaths this room had seen...

"What...is...happening...to...me?" Lois said.

Blaze knelt before her as the electric convulsion suddenly ceased. The reporter looked up, suddenly able to see the pale pink aura around those soft human features, sense the play and flow of life energy behind those tired eyes, smell that prick that dangled between her legs.

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed," the former demon said. "My power had to go somewhere."

"So it went into me?" Lois said, eyes dawning.

"I suspect," Blaze said. "That it has gone to our child. Who is a part of you."

"Child..."

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide, and she turned her senses inward. Sight seemed to pierce skin, muscle and bone. There inside of the lightless space that was her womb, Blaze's sperm were swimming all around...a single, fertilized egg, that was even now moving to attach itself to her uterus.

"I'm pregnant," Lois said.

"And I," Blaze declared, sitting on the ground next to her and holding her face in her hands. "Am fucked."

That shook Lois out of the contemplation of her new maternal status. "Huh?"

"A minute ago, I was as powerful as a demigod," Blaze said. "Now I'm a naked, powerless human! I don't have any clothes! Or money! If any of my old enemies find me like this..."

A small stab of pity went through Lois...until she remembered who and what she was pitying. Blaze had knocked her up. Blaze had tried to trap her, had already trapped four other women. She was a centuries-old demon whose life was steeped in sin and evil.

The great dark eyes began to tear up. The reporter's heart wavered.

"I don't know what I'm going to do!"

The dam broke. Blaze leaned over and buried her head in the reporter's shoulders and began to sob gently. Lois found herself patting the former demon on the back, her mind still abuzz with her newfound powers. She could feel the energy burning within her, begging to be let out. The reporter felt like all she had to do was wish it, and something would happen...

Maybe I should do something for Blaze, Lois thought to herself. Then she felt the soft length of the dickgirl's prick brush against her thigh, and the reporter's stomach seemed to throb in sympathy. Or maybe I should do something TO Blaze.