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Lois Lane did not understand what Blaze meant, as she crawled away from the demon. Was only vaguely aware of the orgiasts slowly vanishing, the strange white space disappearing, until she was wandering naked and filthy in a grimy, unlit basement. She found her clothes in a heap and put them on. Wandered through an empty club, littered with the trash of a wild night's parties.

The dawning sun was hidden behind the clouds. A greasy rain began to fall. Lois let it soak her to the bone, but she still felt unclean.

Later, shivering and sick, she began to piece it together. Old newspaper accounts, rumors, bits and pieces of grimoires that had been scanned in university archives. The demon Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam. A foe of Captain Marvel...and Superman. The missing women had been a ploy to drag Lois in, a trap which in the reporter's own arrogance and pride she had done the one thing she ought not to have done.

Her hand fell to her stomach, suddenly queasy. It was like that most morning, the last few weeks. Lois swallowed, thinking of the ravenous hunger that would follow in the afternoon, the terrible dreams reliving that moment at night.

Those were the worst part of it. Every night, as she closed her eyes, Lois found herself naked and climbing once more atop that demon's prostrate form. To feel the hard cock slip once more into her cunt, her flesh crawling, screaming, begging her not to do it again. The bright white-on-white eyes staring a challenge at her as Lois rode herself to climax on that dick, hating herself for betraying him, hating herself for enjoying it...

Because every time, Lois knew she was dreaming. Knew she could stop. And her body in the dream was the body she had while waking, waist thickening a little more every day, nipples darkening, thighs swelling a little with every extra meal. Yet Lois couldn't bring herself to stop. That would be to admit defeat.

The pregnancy test stood on the edge of the sink, damning Lois Lane with its two blue lines.

She couldn't tell Superman. Couldn't tell anyone. Even now, her pride wouldn't allow her that. But he would know, as her belly swelled with the child that wasn't his. When she finally gave birth to the spawn of one of his most hated enemies. A fitting ****. Somewhere down in Hell, Lois knew Blaze must be laughing.