End: Finish Both

"Admit it Lois," Blaze said as she began to piston her cock in and out of the pregnant reporter's pussy faster and harder. "There's something there between us. A spark that I can fan into a flame. You want to see this goes even as I do..."

Pain cramped through the reporter's abdomen, and terrible visions filled her mind of Blaze's cock denting one of the baby's soft skulls.

"Look, I admit it's been...kinda fun..." Lois groaned as her whole pelvis seemed to contract, nearly squeezing the crimson cock out of her snatch. "...but I really think we should get to a hospital, I'm seriously, definitely in labor here..."

"Please," Blaze said, and that struck Lois. It was the first time she'd ever really heard the demon ask for something. "For all our sakes. Think of the children. Don't they deserve both parents? Don't you deserve a warm cock inside of you on a cold night?"

Lois Lane was only half-listening to the persuasive argument. She was too focused on feeling it. The babies were moving inside her stomach, Blaze's cock was moving inside of her cunt, the demon's red hand was rubbing at the reporter's pussy...and Lois felt a warm something run down her tits and saw beads of golden milk around her nipples, the swollen breasts too full to contain it anymore. Warm tears flowed down her eyes as the contraction slowly ended, muscles unbunching, though Lois knew in a few minutes it would be back again. It was like everything was trying to come in and out of her at once.

"Just...just stop, Blaze. I need to go to the hospital. I'm not going to just agree to be your...your fuckbuddy! Your broodmare! Your personal cum receptacle! That's not how it works!"

"Then how does it work?" Blaze roared, an edge of desperation to the demon's voice. Her hand reached up to squeeze one of the reporter's breasts, milk spraying out between the red fingers.

"That's for the babies!" Lois wailed, and then she grunted as Blaze's cock really did go too far. The brush of the demon's dick with her cervix was like a punch in the gut, and Lois felt a sharp pain lance through her pelvis.

"Please...be my...be mine...my wife." Blaze said at last.

They both froze for a moment. Lois grabbed the hand that was squeezing her tit and crushed it with her own, gritting her teeth through the pain. Held it until the contraction ended.

"They say relationships based on sex don't last," the reporter said weakly. "Four babies...jobs...no time for sex..."

"We can make it work. I promise we can make it work." Blaze said, and the scarlet succubus began to gently move her cock in and out of the pregnant snatch again.

"I must be insane to even think about this," Lois said as she pushed her hips back against Blaze, just a little. Careful not to let the scarlet schlong strike too deep into her pregnant pussy this time.

"But you will do it?" Blaze asked.

"I..." Lois Lane hesitated. Her whole life felt on the line. Everything she'd done, everything she'd worked for and dreamed—if she said no, then what? Then she'd give birth, and be alone with four babies she wasn't ready for. If she even survived the birth. How would she explain that to everyone? How would she continue on as a reporter, with four babies to take care of? Superman might be nearly perfect, but even he wouldn't want her baggy pussy after she strained four rugrats through it. Whereas Blaze...

...if there was one thing Lois could count on, it was never going without a fuck. Plus, the demonic dickgirl did have access to infernal powers. That would have to be helpful down the line paying the bills. The reporter gnawed at both ends of the thought, and though her brain worked at the practical ends of things, the ethical and moral consequences, Lois Lane was used to trusting her gut. The instincts honed through the years that had kept her alive and brought her to the top of her profession.

The pregnant woman turned and looked Blaze in the eye...the demon's face was screwed up, totally lost in the moment of orgasm as she sprayed a hot, gooey load deep into Lois Lane's cunt to wet the baby's head...but beyond that, Lois thought she saw...desperation. Tenderness. Maybe even...love.

It was a gamble. Lois Lane knew that. Wasn't love always a gamble? Didn't our hearts always say "go for it," when our brains said no?

"Okay," Lois Lane said. "I'll marry you. Now please get me to a hospital, I don't want to deliver on my own bed."

Dawn was hours away. Labor can last as long. Blaze was by her fiance's said, holding her hand throughout. With the first light of the new day, four new souls had been born in Metropolis...and before the next night began, a wedding license would be applied for. It was the end of Lois Lane's night out, and the beginning of a much longer adventure...one filled with sex and yes, perhaps, even love.