End: Blaze Whispers "Knock Me Up"

It was a whisper, a whimper, almost a prayer. A soft and delicate voice that had no business coming from that scarlet throat. Just the sound of it made Lois want to pull her cock out of the demon's ass and plug it straight into her needy cunt.

She didn't. Not yet.

"Oh, I'd love to," the dickgirl reporter said as her cock slammed balls-deep in the demon's ass. Her thumb pulled the pussy gaping open. "But if I cum in you, I lose my soul. Isn't that what you said?"

Blaze bit her lips to stifle a moan, horned head tossing. One of them caught a pillow and shredded instantly, filling the air with feathers.

"You have to decide, babe," Lois huffed, near her limit. "What do you want more—my soul, or my cock knocking you the fuck up like the spunk-hungry cumslut you are?"

"We...could...trade?" Blaze was clenching her teeth now, tearing at the bed with her claws. Black sparks burst between her horns, and the room filled with the smell of burning feathers.

Lois **** herself to halt. They were both breathing heavy, almost at their limits, and the cock throbbed inside of the demon. The dickgirl reporter was so close to cumming she wasn't sure she could last more than a few more strokes.

"If...if...if you cum in me, I get your soul," Blaze swallowed. "And if you impregnate me, you get...mine. Forever."

It was crazy. Weird. Stupid. And right then, Lois Lane's eyes drifted down from Blaze's face, pensive and **** with need, to stare into the gaping cunt her thumb was holding open. She saw the pink tunnel open and close, literally swimming with fluid.

"Fuck it," the reporter said, throwing caution to the wind.

She pulled her prick out of the demon's shithole in one smooth stroke, and with the next, still holding it gaping open, shoved it into the hot, wet, tight furnace...and the demon's legs locked around the reporter's back automatically as Lois sank into the welcoming warmness, and almost immediately Lois came...and came...and came.

The demon watched her with a strange fascination, lips curled up at the corners, pussy muscles squeezing and milking every drop of the virile seed into the fertile depths...and when Lois was done, Blaze reached up and pulled the reporter down to her in a tight hug, and whispered into her lips.

"Now you are mine...and I...am yours."

Their lips met. Oddly, Lois found herself closing her eyes. Tasting the little flavors of her spit, the squirming strength of her tongue. If there's such a thing as a perfect moment, it might be sharing such a kiss while balls deep in a woman who had just begged you to impregnate her, while her heels drummed against your buttocks and her pussy ground in little circle as she sought her own orgasm.

Which came with a little shudder and a cry. Lois held her all the way through it, her cock not faltering an inch, though as much as the reporter strained, she knew she had nothing left to give.

"You know," Lois said, when they broke the kiss. "You might not be pregnant yet."

"Then my first command, ****, is to keep fucking me until I am," Blaze said.

Which was how Lois Lane's night came to its sticky but happy end. The sun rose over a Metropolis where Lois Lane had a cock...and a newly knocked-up demonic girlfriend. Such moments of happiness are fleeting, and for this couple, it would be so...but ah! What a night, what a moment, that would be theirs forever, despite the hardship and sorrows to come.