End: She Likes It, She Loves It, She Wants Some More Of It

"Oh...oh sweet fucking Lucifer, Morning Star, give me strength..." Blaze gripped the porcelain top of the toilet as Lois Lane slid her red meat in and out of the former demon's ass. The reporter loved the sight of her cock squeezing into that tight little pucker...and more than that, she loved the sounds that Angie made every time she did it, the way her knees would quiver every time the big red balls pressed against her labia.

"Talk to me, babe," Lois said, her fingers gripping the slim hips for support. She couldn't wait until Blaze's hips began to flare with pregnancy, it would give her more to hold onto. "How does it feel?"

"It's...it's so much more intense than as a demon. Maybe it's just the enema...or how tight this ass is...by Beliabl's balls, you feel like you're about to split me in two...and I love it!" Blaze bit her lip and pressed her ass back to meet the dickgirl reporter's thrust. "By the Nazarene, I love getting fucked in the ass!"

"That's good," Lois said with a smile. "Because when you get too big, it'll probably be difficult to fuck your pussy. I'll bet you're looking forward to that, aren't you babe?"

"Yesss..." Blaze hissed. She still had a white-knuckle grip on the back of the toilet, but now she was moving her hips in time with the reporter's thrusts, the water from the enema sloshing around inside of her colon, the swollen glans scraping along the sensitive integument. "Yes, just the thought of my big belly swinging underneath me as she pound my ass...ha...haha ha ha...!"

The laughter was so unexpected and natural that Lois couldn't stop from joining in.

"What's so funny?" The reporter said, not letting up in her strokes for a moment.

"It's...it's just at the start of the evening...I thought I was going to be the one getting you pregnant...and I guess I did, just not...not in the way I expected!" Blaze chuckled and then moaned deep.

"Maybe this is what you wanted all along," the reporter said. "Somebody to bend you over and fuck you like the baby-making slut you always wanted to be. Huh? Is that it? Is that what you are now Angie? My babymaking slut? Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, I'll be your pregnant slut! Just fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!"

The moans Blaze made were like nothing Lois Lane had ever heard from her own throat. It was so weird to see the demon trapped in her old body, the reporter's own face twisted in obscene pleasure, her body arching as she moved to take as much of that duck inside of her as possible. The pink anus stretched as Lois pulled out, than pushed back in with each thrust, water from the enema spilling down every time the seal was popped...and Lois Lane smiled to herself.

"You know, I don't think I want to go back either. I like fucking your ass. I want to do it more...but if you really want to cum, we need to change positions."

Which is how Lois ended up sitting on the toilet. Blaze twisted around to face the reporter, her feet squeezing for space behind the reporter's buttocks. One hand on the dickgirl's neck as the other rubbed at her stiff little clit...and Lois Lane's hands grasped the pregnant woman's ass cheeks and began to lift her up and down on the stiff cock with easy, demonic strength...

"In a few months, you're going to be too big for this," the reporter said. "Your tits are going to grow...and your belly...and we'll have to fuck some other way..."

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Blaze's hand was a blur on her clit, her ass landing in the reporter's lap with a steady plap-plap-plap, the neglected pussy leaking like a sieve...and Lois Lane stared into those all-too-familiar violet eyes as the former demon, trapped in the reporter's body, went over the edge. Her face contorted, nails clamped tight on Lois Lane's, and her ass squeezed tight...Lois was cumming before she even realized what was happening, and Blaze moaned at the explosion of demonic jizz that sprayed into her already overfilled anus.

In time, Blaze leaned back. She placed a hand on her flat stomach. To Lois Lane, it looked like a maternal caress.

"I think I'm going to like it here," Blaze said at last. She stared at Lois with hooded eyes. "Did you enjoy your night out, sweetmeat?"

Lois Lane still held the cupped buttocks in her hands. She was sweaty, exhausted, and her balls hurt. The reporter hadn't really processed that cumming could make balls ache that much.

"It isn't what I thought would happen," Lois said honestly. "But I'm not unhappy about it at all."