End: Take The Pill

Lois Lane slammed back the birth control pill, and washed it down with a cup of water...and then another.

It was an old pill. Lois didn't even know if it would work. If it did, she would be faced with some uncomfortable cramps in a few hours. If it didn't, at least she wasn't any worse off than she was before taking it. Despite all the things she said in the heat of the moment, Lois Lane wasn't sure she was ready for maternity.

On the bed, holding her dick up with one hand, the scarlet succubus looked at Lois as if she was destined for it.

"You ready for more of my seed?" The demon stroked her dick slowly. Lois Lane took her time to admire the cock. Not quite long enough to break through the back of her pussy, not quite as thick as a beer can...but long and thick enough to fill out her pussy like an application.

Lois reached down between her legs, and wasn't surprised to feel herself wet and ready. She hadn't felt this sexually excited in years...and she didn't know if it was because she was coming off a long dry spell, or because there was just something so naughty about fucking a literal demon who was determined to knock her up. Maybe it was just the idea that she was a little protected now.

Maybe.

Probably.

"Yeah," Lois said as she slid onto the bed, and moved to straddle the demon's legs. "I want everything you've got. Pour it into my cunt. Get me pregnant...if you can."

The reporter rubbed the tip of the demon's dick against her clit. Maybe it was the protection of the pill...or maybe it was the possibility that said protection would fail. But Lois found herself returning Blaze's enigmatic smile. She rubbed her pussy up and down the length of the dick, amazed at the heat of the prick...of Blaze's whole body. It was like snuggling up to a furnace, so hot that Lois thought she might almost get burned...and she realized she wanted to maximize her chances of getting pregnant. Do something really risky. After all, if the pill worked...

"You know the best position for conception, don't you?" Lois said. "The mating press."

Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"If I get you in that position, sweetmeat, I'm not letting you go. I'll pound you slow and hard. Push my cock in deep. Unleash it right against your womb, and tickle your clit until you cum on my cock."

Lois found herself nodding her head. "Yeah," she said. "That's what I want."

The room spun. Faster than Lois could see, she was suddenly pinned with her shoulders against the bed, Blaze's hands grasped the reporter's ankles and pushed down. The head of the cock slipped in without preamble or foreplay—and Lois gasped aloud, because it felt bigger inside her cramped cunny than it had looked before.

"Any last requests before I fill your womb to the brim?" Blaze said. Black sparks zapped out of her pure white eyes...and Lois reached down to grab ahold of the demon's ankles. She could practically see her abdomen distend where the cock was inside of her. That wild, crazy feeling surged to the surface.

"Yeah. Give me your tongue."

Blaze bent down. Her arms **** the reporter's legs so far apart that Lois wanted to scream. The blood-red face descended toward hers...their faces turned...and that hot, seeking tongue slid into the reporter's mouth, the lips sealed against hers, and in that moment they breathed the same breath, and Lois could feel the throb of the demon's heart through the throbbing vein in her dick. The reporter felt herself almost shaking with excitement, tempting fate, putting her womb and her whole life on the line of one maybe-expired Plan B pill...

They broke from the kiss to breathe.

"Fill me up!" Lois ordered.

She didn't have to tell the demon twice.

The cock slammed down. The balls slapped against the reporter's ass. Her spine shook with the **** of their fucking, the bed creaked and springs shrieked as they were pressed to their limit. They stared into each other's eyes and the cock punched down to the very opening of Lois Lane's womb...and she could not see the electric sparks that caused the swollen balls to grow within their sack, or the dick to unnaturally stiffen, even after the first burst of black seed splashed deep into the human woman's birth canal.

Nor did Lois care, as Blaze began to grind the reporter's clit with the pad of one great thumb, and her body began to shake and shiver and spasm...and whether the cramping she felt, and the tired abdominal muscles when the morning light found them exhausted, a river of black cum oozing out of the reporter's sore and swollen cunny like tar, was the result of her impending impregnation or of the pill finally working, she didn't know.

"Guess we'll just have to find out," Lois whispered to herself...and she knew that tomorrow, she might freak out at what she had done tonight, full of recriminations and regret. Right now...she closed her eyes, and slept the sleep of the just.