End: I'll Impregnate You Next Time, Lois Lane!

The demon said it with such adamant conviction that it brought a smile to Lois Lane's face. The reporter reached down and grabbed the demon's limp dick.

"Oh yeah? You're going to fuck me with this big cock?"

The skin on Blaze's cheeks turned purple. The mouth curved down into a pout.

"Mock me not, Lois Lane! As soon as I give birth and recover, I will wreak my vengeance on your cunt! You had better be prepared for a big family!"

Lois Lane's smile widened. She ran her thumb over the glans, felt the ancient circumcision scar as an interruption on the back of the otherwise smooth skin of the cock.

"Oh? Why wait so long?" The reporter's thumb and forefinger just met around the demon's cockhead, and began to stroke it slowly up and over the glans and back again. "Sure a big, virile demon like you wants to knock me up right now?"

Blaze's mouth became a straight line.

"But...but if we're both pregnant..." The demon said. "Who will take care of us?"

Lois raised an eyebrow. "We'll help each other. Isn't that what marriage is about?"

The cock was hardening. Blaze, laying on the floor, did not offer any resistance, as Lois began to make longer, slower strokes, from the tip down to the base and back again. Yet there was something else. Years of hostile interviews had given Lois Lane almost a sixth sense when someone was hiding something from her. The reporter bent down and ran her tongue around the swollen purple head of the cock.

"S-stop that," Blaze said, her claws digging into the cement floor, toes curling. "I...I can destroy you with a thought!"

Lois smiled. "A moment ago, you wanted to impregnate me. Now you want to destroy me. Which is it?"

"Impregnate," the demon's face was fully purple now, the puffy nipples hard and sticking out, her pussy beneath the cock leaking. "Do not doubt me, Lois Lane!"

"Oh, I don't doubt you," Lois said as she drew herself into a squat over the dick. With one hand on the crimson cock, she guided it to her pussy. "In fact, I think I'd like to help..."

"No!" Blaze tried to sit up...but Lois sank down on the dick, and the demon made an expression that on any human would have indicated they'd gone cross-eyed. It was hard to interpret such things, when one's pregnant succubus fiancé had pure white eyes, without pupil or iris.

"Now, for somebody that's so eager to get me pregnant," Lois said, nearly shaking with excitement. "You seem really afraid of me actually fucking your hard cock."

"Get off. Please," Blaze panted and squirmed beneath Lois, who leaned back and, in a modified cowgirl, began to grind her cunny against Blaze's crotch, the cock stiff and excitable inside of her.

"I'm not going to stop," Lois said, and moved faster. There was something about how utterly helpless Blaze seemed right now that was turning her on. "Unless you tell me."

"I...if I get you pregnant again before I give birth, the embryo will get sucked into my womb," the demon bared her teeth. "If I fuck you too much, I could just keep getting pregnant."

The reporter paused her gyrations.

"You can't stop it?" Lois said.

"I mean, we could wear condoms. Or do anal." Blaze said. "But if I get you pregnant again...it's the stupid magic that binds us..."

Lois leaned forward. She reached down to touch the demon's stomach. One finger circled around the scarlet navel.

"How many can you carry?" The reporter sked. "I mean, how pregnant can you get?"

"I don't...I don't know," the demon's brow furrowed between her horns. "It's really hard to think when my dick's inside you."

"I can fix that," Lois said.

"No! Gaaagh!" The demon reached up and grabbed her lover's thighs. "I want to fuck you, but I don't want to get more pregnant."

"Damned if you do, blueballs if you don't," the reporter mused. "Well, they say do say a marriage involves a bit of give and take..."

Her fingers played on the stomach.

"Maybe we can get you a little chastity cage. For your own good."

Blaze blinked. "Do you...think that would work?"

"Well, you can't fuck me if you can't fuck," the reporter said. She squeezed her pussy tight for emphasis. "Now, hot mama, why don't you let me off this dick. I'll let you finish in my mouth, and then we can go home and..."

The demon winced. If Lois didn't know better, she'd swear Blaze looked embarrassed.

"Um...about that..."

Lois looked down...and saw black good leak from her crotch, where the crimson cock was embedded.

"Well," the reporter said. Lois levered herself to her feet, and walked over her pregnant fiancé. She'd never imagined at the beginning of the evening that she'd been mystically bound and engaged to a pregnant succubus, but the fact that Blaze seemed powerless to extract herself from the magical rules was exciting to her. The reporter dropped into a squat over the demon's face, the fresh black jizz dripping as she settled onto Blaze's mouth.

"You'd better clean me out good. Otherwise, you're going to be carrying quintuplets."

Which was how the night ended...and foreshadowed how many of Lois Lane and Blaze's nights to come. With the pregnant demon's **** tongue slurping her own fresh cum out of the reporter's cunt...and Lois Lane thinking that it was going to be quite fun to tease Blaze into making another mistake.