End: Do you want to be pregnant?

The dickgirl smiled. "Not a rhetorical question, Lois. Let's me...drop all illusions for the moment."

Black sparkles floated upwards from Blaze's skin...and what was left beneath was blood red. At first Lois thought she was bleeding, but then as the effect spread, and the dark horns appeared on that broad forehead, and the dark eyes in a flash became pure white, without pupil or iris, glowing gently in the darkness of the back of the car...Lois Lane realized that she was seeing Blaze as she was. The scarlet succubus smiled, revealing teeth that were longer and sharper than before...but she didn't reach out to touch Lois. Kept to her side of the seat.

"You came out tonight out a sense of...daughterly piety. To save your mother, you would agree to sex with a literal demon from hell. It is very noble of you." The smile faltered. "But...is this really what you want? Because make no mistake, you still have choice in this matter. You always have a choice..."

Lois Lane felt her heart beating faster. There was something about the demon's presence that was...tugging at her, in unfamiliar ways. Stirring up memories, emotions, not always pleasant ones. The reporter wondered if that was just how being a demon was, if that was why Blaze had disguised herself as a human...to tamp down that aura or whatever.

Or maybe, the more suspicious part of Lois Lane's mind thought, to just hide how she was ramping up my lust, nudging me to drop my panties, to fuck her...and fuck her again...and again...

"...and now, I wish to offer you a...special choice, Lois. My seed is inside you, right now. I want to give you a power...a very special power. One use." A single red finger extended, a black spark forming at the tip of the long, scarlet nail like a miniature black sun. "If you choose to be pregnant...you will be. If you choose not to be...you won't be. Simple as that."

Lois leaned away, as the finger grew closer. "You say it as if it's that simple."

"Isn't it?" Blaze said. "Many women would appreciate such a gift."

"Except if I'm already pregnant," Lois said. "That means I'm aborting it, isn't it?"

"You would never know it. Not even feel it. How many women miscarry, every day? This isn't like the movies, Lois. Girls don't get knocked up the first time they have sex, all pregnancies don't carry to term...and no, there's nothing wrong with deciding that now is not the right time to have a baby."

Lois smiled. The finger was hovering there, the black spark hanging on the tip.

"What happens with mom? If I say no."

"The terms of our agreement were one date, one chance. There was always the possibility that...things would happen. Like I said, the odds were good. But your mother's soul has already been redeemed. Nothing changes that."

The reporter rubbed clammy hands on her knees. "You almost make it sound like you want me to choose 'no.'"

The glow in the scarlet succubus's eyes grew brighter.

"On the contrary. Yet I am a creature of my nature, Lois. Free will is...precious. I respect the ability to choose. Which is why I offer you this choice. Because if you do wish to be pregnant...to confirm that potential life inside you...then I want that to happen. If you don't..."

The glow didn't dim, but the eyelashes lowered, almost to closing.

"...well, I would not want any woman to carry my child who didn't wish to. That would be akin to ****. For all my sins, I have never committed that one."

Lois Lane chewed her bottom lip. It was a hell of a choice...and Lois could almost picture the little angel and demon on her shoulders, as her mind whirled through everything that might happen...her whole life would pivot on this one moment.

The reporter let out a breath. Her resolution firmed.

"Okay." She said, and bringing up her hand she touched it to Blaze's outstretched finger...the black spark flared and jumped between them, and Lois almost yelped at the sudden shock...and she knew that the choice had been made.

Blaze lowered her hand. "So...where do we go from here, Lois?"

"Home," she said. Then she gave Blaze a little smile. "Have you ever made love to a pregnant woman?"

"Can't say I have," the demon said, her Mona Lisa smile cracking into something a little wider, a little more natural.

"Tell the driver to drop us off," Lois said. "And let him go home for the night."

"Oh?" Blaze said.

"One thing that came to me, right before I decided," the reporter told her. "Is that pregnant women don't have to worry about getting pregnant, do they? They can have as much sex as they want."

"Yes," Blaze said, and the demon guise vanished in a shower of sparks, the very human guise put back on again for a moment as she lowered the privacy window. "That's very true."

Lois Lane grinned. Maybe...maybe the timing wasn't quite right, and the "father" wasn't who she thought it would be...maybe it was a bad decision, and she would regret it in the morning.

Then again, maybe by morning, Blaze would convince her it was the best choice she had ever made that night.