End: Until Lois Lane Begs For Her Baby

Lois Lane was past caring. Her hips rolled. She didn't try to suppress her moans. Angelica's hands squeezed and massaged her ass, the cock seemed to jump inside her cunny. The reporter set the pace, and Blaze watched her ride the dick utterly free from worry. As if, for the first time in a long time, Lois could simply be herself, a woman.

No plan survives contact with the enemy, and as Blaze's hands wandered over her lover, to stroke those fit thighs, to grip and squeeze those small breasts, she knew that her plans for Lois Lane had now changed. The focus of tonight's encounter had been simply to humiliate the reporter, to win some small **** against the Man of Steel, to despoil the reporter and mock them both when she revealed herself...but now...

The dickgirl's hand caressed Lois Lane's cheek. One thumb pressed against her lips, and Lois opened them, white teeth bit softly on the thumb as she moaned and groaned.

"Do you want it?" Angelica Blaze said softly. "Do you want to feel it? It's dangerous, you know. I don't know what might happen. Even if you're on birth control..."

"Just do it," Lois moaned around the thumb in her mouth. Her eyes were closed, hips rocked back and forth, one hand rubbed at her clit. "Wanna feel it...fucking fill me up...I want a baby, I want _your _baby..."

Blaze could not overlook an opportunity like that. Her left hand curled to touch the base of Lois Lane's spine...unseen, a black spark leaped from her fingertip, and the reporter's whole body seized up for one electric moment. Inside of the reporter, many things happened at once...eggs burst from ovaries. Cervix spasmed and dilated. From deep inside Blaze, a fountain of black jizz raced up the length of her rigid cock to explode deep inside of the reporter...and with every sticky rope of molasses-thick cum, the cervix sucked and slurped. The strongest swimmers that Blaze could muster burst inside the innermost recesses of Lois Lane, intent on one goal...

Impregnation.

Lois Lane, ignorant of the black miracle that was going on inside of her body, shook and moaned. Her thighs quivered and her ass squeezed so tightly it hurt; her pussy clamped tight so as not to spill a single drop, and her heart hammered so hard she felt it could burst forth from her chest at any moment. Blaze picked up the rocking motion of the reporter's hips right as Lois Lane's muscles clamped tight...fucked the reporter straight through that first climax, and on to the next...and the next...until Lois Lane's eyes rolled back into her head and her back stiffened and the reporter's moan of pleasure became little more than a gasp as she struggled to breath as wave after ecstatic wave rocked her body.

When, at last, Lois Lane collapsed on top of Blaze, she was utterly spent. Her head on the dickgirl's breast, eyes shut, cunt still plugged with the demon's dick.

Blaze carefully pushed a few strands of black hair out of the way of Lois Lane's ear...and then the tip of the demon's finger turned into a long, slender red tentacle that slipped through the air. Lois didn't even register the tiny pain as it pierced the skin, and slid into her brain.

Carefully, precisely, the demon edited the memories of the night. Now, Lois Lane would remember meeting Blaze at the club, hitting it off, inviting her back home.

"You will love me," Blaze said softly to the **** reporter. "You will bear my children. And there will be no greater **** on Superman than to see his one true love swollen and pregnant, riding my cock!"

Lois Lane, ignorant to her part in this cruel game, slept on as the memories of her night out were subtly changed...and when she awoke the next morning, it would be curled next to Angelica Blaze, twins on the way.