End: I Can't Be Your Girlfriend

Scarlet hands gripped the pale pink face. Bloody tears slid over crimson cheeks from pure white eyes. Blaze drew her lover into a kiss...and black sparks leaped from her horns, played over the reporter's form. In her arms, the pregnant reporter shook and shivered...and then every muscle went limp, and Lois Lane's eyes rolled up in their sockets.

The demon carried her, stepping through shadows, and laid the reporter on her own bed in her own apartment. She looked around, eyes imagining the life they might have had together...but in the black, shriveled thing that passed for her heart, Blaze knew it was not to be.

"I'm sorry," the scarlet succubus said to the sleeping reporter. "I just...I'm too dangerous. I thought I could just use you. As a weapon against Superman. I thought I could hurt him, through you. I never thought I...I never thought we would connect like we did. That maybe you would want me..."

Her hand hovered over the reporter's face, felt the warm breath tickle her palm. The demon's senses extended through skin, muscle, and bone. To the quivering grey matter...and Lois Lane's memories of this night. With surgical care, the demon excised the connections surrounding the individual cells. Leaving the memory intact, but disconnected. As if their night together had never been.

Blaze's supernatural scalpel withdrew. She moved her hand down to the reporter's trim stomach. Thinking of the fertilized eggs there. Their children.

"You'll wake up," the demon said. "You'll feel the cum, the sore pussy. You're smart. You'll know something happened, but not what. Probably you'll put it off as a blackout...too much to drink. The pregnancy will be confirmed in a few weeks. If I was around, they'd just be targets. Used to hurt me, like I was going to use you to hurt him."

The demon hung her head. The tears trickled down her breasts.

"You'll be a good mother. I'm sure of it. I..."

Blaze could not bring herself to say it. She simply stepped back through shadows, and back to her bar. Thought of the women that Lois had been looking for. Well, she would make sure the reporter found them. The demon felt she owed Lois that much.

Come morning, she found Lois Lane's panties on the floor, where the reporter had left them. She picked them up and brought them to her nose, breathing in the scent...and her cock grew hard. Warm tears slipped from the demon's eyes as, all alone, she gently wanked, thinking of what might have been...thinking of her.

Not all stories can have a happy ending.