End: Not Even Once

"Hmmm," Blaze stood up, her dick standing tall and proud over the reporter, those fat red testes dangling underneath like Christmas decorations. "No, I don't think so."

The demon snapped her fingers. Lois gave a little yelp as she felt herself suddenly weightless. Floating in the air, the naked reporter rose and squirmed, completely helpless, nothing in reach to grab onto.

"If you want to be knocked up, you don't get to set the conditions," the scarlet succubus said as she strode in a circle around the reporter. "I don't want a one-night stand. I want ongoing access to your pussy. I want to cum as much as I please. Use your cunt to drain my balls whenever and however I want."

The reporter flailed, flustered. "I'm not...I'm not your cumdump!"

"Then you're not getting knocked up tonight," Blaze said.

Human and demon stared at each other, locked in a battle of wills. Two tremendous egos, tied together by their mutual desire.

Lois Lane reached between her legs and bared her cunny, spreading the labia lewdly with her fingers.

"Fuck me." She said. "One night only."

"Not interested," the demon said, her throbbing cock giving the lie to the statement.

"Dammit, Blaze, I can't—"

"All or nothing," the succubus crossed her arms in front of her chest.

They sat there in silence, Lois drifting lazily in the air, spun around by momentum, Blaze pacing to keep sight of that dripping pink snatch.

"I suppose we could make it a dirty weekend," the reporter begrudgingly said. "Superman probably won't be back from space until Monday, anyway. Come on then, you can jizz in me until then."

"You don't get it," Blaze grabbed the reporter's right leg and stepped forward, slapping her crimson cock against Lois's pussy. "I want it all!"

"And I said, I can't do that! I've got a job, a career! I've...Superman..."

"Is he right here, right now, spunking your fucking fertile slit!?" Blaze roared. Black sparks zapped off the irate demon's naked body, and shadows fluttered around the room as though invisible fires burned all around her.

She ran her cock up and down the reporter's pussy.

"He doesn't deserve a cunt of this quality. I do."

"Yeah? And what are you going to do when you get tired of it?" Lois shot back. "Leave me fucked out and knocked up, on my own, lonely and..."

"If I fuck you, it'll be forever!" The demon rammed her balls against Lois's pussy, the heat of those bitch breeders palpable against the floating reporter's twat. "Every single drop of my sperm will be yours, from now on!"

Lois twisted up her face. She knew that she didn't make good decisions when she was horny...and she could never remember being this horny.

"Promise?"

The demon's eyes went wide. Bargains were serious among her kind. Unbreakable.

"I...I mean..."

"That's the thing," Lois said, grinding her pussy against those balls. "I can't give myself to you for more than tonight, because you can't commit to longer than that. So if you can't commit...then I don't want another load of your virile jizz in my pussy. Not even once."

They stayed like that for a long time. Blaze's prick pressed against Lois's pussy, her hands gripping the reporter's legs behind the knee. Burning need faced against obstinate pride.

They were still like that, as dawn began to break over the city.

"You know I might already be knocked up," Lois said, after the long silence.

"I know it," Blaze said, her voice somewhat hollow.

"You could have been fucking me all this time, if not for your damn pride."

"I know it."

"You can still fuck me—if you're willing to—commit," Lois said. The reporter chewed her lip. "I'm not saying you can fuck me forever, but...at least for the duration of the pregnancy."

"Whenever I want?" Blaze asked.

"If you promise I'm the only one," Lois said. "And that you'll fuck me whenever I want, too."

The demon took a deep breath, puffing out her chest...the protuberant nipples on her small breasts were so hard they looked like they hurt. The scarlet succubus let the breath out...and slid her cock down until the head pressed against the reporter's pussy.

"Okay. I promise."

The cock slid back into its home, with the smooth, practiced motion of a gunslinger replacing her weapon in its holster.

Relationships are built on compromise, after all.