End: Blaze Stops, Leaving Lois Ready To Give Birth

For a moment, Lois Lane thought Blaze was going to do it—just keep going, until the reporter gave birth right then and there—but the great white eyes blinked, and the hands pulled themselves reluctantly away from the great dome of a stomach. The sparks died down from her horns, and the blurriness vanished as time caught up with the reporter's perceptions...

"Aaugh!" Lois said as about thirty-six weeks of pregnancy caught up to her at once. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode, the weight of her full-term stomach pinned her to the bed, and her breasts felt like they were about to explode.

"Gently," Blaze said as Lois swung her legs over the bed. Pins and needles ran through the reporter's entire body. Whatever Blaze had done, the reporter's muscles hadn't degraded, but it still felt to Lois like her entire body had fallen asleep and now regular circulation had recommenced.

Lois half-walked, half-was-carried to the bathroom. She sat down heavily, and her bladder released in a messy torrent that resolved itself into a long stream. As she peed, the reporter explored her body.

"Great Ceasar's ghost, I'm enormous!" she swore. "I'm a whale!"

"You have gained twenty-five pounds," Blaze said dryly. "And two cup sizes. Don't be so dramatic."

"Easy for you to say, I think my boobs have sprung a leak..." Lois shook her head.

The demon held up her hands and snapped her fingers. There was a crash of thunder, and then two breast-pumps appeared, one in each hand.

"Speaking of which," the scarlet succubus said. Then, without asking permission, the naked demon stood in front of Lois and placed the pumps against the milk-filled tits, one over each nipple...which, unfortunately, meant Lois had **** but to stare at the demon's dick, the scarlet snake that hung down between Blaze's legs.

With consummate ambidexterity, Blaze began to pump. Her fingers squeezed, and the suction built up on the reporter's nipples. It didn't take more than a few pumps before Lois felt that strange release that normally only new mothers knew....the golden colostrum oozed out of the tips of her nipples, and from the small bumpy milk-ducts around the now darker and larger areola. Lois bit back a moan as her sensitive nipples stiffened under the treatment...

...and it wasn't the only thing getting stiff.

Blaze had her eyes fixed on the reporter's lactating udders, and it was definitely working for the demonic dickgirl. The crimson cock grew rigid by degrees...and Lois realized she wasn't peeing anymore, but sat unable to escape as the shadow of the cock fell across her bloated belly...and there was more resignation than surprise when Lois felt her mouth open, already salivating as the cock stood like an iron bar just inches from her lips.

The demon gasped as Lois leaned forward to let her tongue slide along the underside of the glans, her lips to close over the head. Eight months of pregnancy hormones suddenly came to the fore as she needed this dick, more than pickles and ice cream...

The sun would rise over Metropolis soon. The women Lois had sacrificed so much to save would have the cure they needed for their addiction. Lois Lane herself had much to do and less time to do it, before her Satanic bundle of joy arrived...and if Blaze's plan for the reporter had not worked out quite as she had hoped, as she stared down at the pregnant woman with the bloated, leaking tits sucking her cock...she had to say that she was quite glad at how Lois Lane's night out had ended.