End: What Do We Do If We're Pregnant?

"I should be pissed at you," Lois Lane said. She stretched out her right leg and nudged the flaccid cock out of the way so that she could dip her right toe in Blaze's cum-filled cunny. "You basically **** me."

"Oh, I did not. You agreed to all of it," the demon said. Slender crimson fingers traced a pattern on her abdomen. There was a brief flare of pink light.

"What was that?" Lois asked.

"Divination spell. Checks to see if I'm pregnant. I'm not—yet. But conception can take hours. I'll have to do it again tomorrow," the demon said.

Lois Lane's jaw worked. She thought of the demonic cum inside her own snatch. Her pussy had that uncomfortable sticky feeling that she associated with broken condoms and broken promises and midnight trips to the pharmacy. Something she'd long thought to have put behind her, now that she was a mature, responsible woman...but here she was again, contemplating the what-if.

"What are you going to do if you are pregnant?" Lois asked, suddenly curious. Her foot pressed forward, until the smaller toes could touch Blaze's labia. The demon didn't seem to mind.

"I hadn't thought of that. Carry it, probably." She frowned and looked up at Lois, who was still toeing her pussy. "What about you? What if you're pregnant?"

"I..." Lois frowned. "I'm not really in a good place to have a kid right now. I don't think."

She pressed her foot forward, and Blaze grunted as the too-wide appendage tried to enter her sticky tunnel.

"What are you even doing?" The demon asked.

"Trying to stick my foot in your pussy. You should be stretched out enough..."

"Oh for Satan's sake...here," Blaze reached down and grabbed the reporter's foot. Her fingers were hot on the bare skin, and the demon carefully pressed against the small toes and pulled her labia out of the way so that everything was lined up correctly. "There. Now push."

Lois did. There was a certain warm satisfaction as the front half of her foot pushed into the dickgirl's cunt, and a purple blush spread across Blaze's cheeks.

"Fuck!" the scarlet succubus whispered. Then she looked up at Lois. "You know, if we are pregnant...we could...help each other out. If you decide to keep it."

The reporter raised her eyebrow. She wiggled her toes. Blaze's cock began to fill out and rise again.

"They would be siblings," Lois said. "I guess it would be wrong to raise them apart...if we're pregnant. If we even give birth. Co-parenting just seems to...far into the future I can hardly imagine it."

"Forty weeks," the demon says gravely, "can go by fast. But I'm serious, Lois. We could be of help to each other. There are...benefits."

Lois grinned as she saw one "benefit" stand to attention, the crimson tower of cock now pointed at the ceiling as the reporter slowly inched her foot back and forth, fucking Blaze without laying a hand on her.

She had to admit to herself, it was fun. There were certainly possibilities...but it was a big step...and Lois needed assurances.

"Tell you what," she said, as she pulled her sticky foot out of the gaping cunt. "We'll meet again tomorrow night, and you can try your divination spell. No need for us to rush into anything if we're not pregnant. If we are..."

Her big toe and second toe grabbed the crimson cock by the great rubbery purple head. Balanced ungainly on one leg, Lois began to stroke the dick, smearing it with cum. Blaze lay there, utterly submissive against this ****. With a brief hop, Lois moved forward and **** the cock back until it lay against Blaze's stomach, the whole sole of the foot on top of it, the tip pointed at her red tits.

Lois pressed her foot down and began to move it back and forth. The demon's white eyes looked up and met Lois Lane's.

"If we are?"

"Then I guess we'll talk terms. I won't shack up with a supervillain," Lois said. Her foot moved faster now, even as her leg wobbled. She wanted to see if Blaze could cum again, all over her stomach. "But if you reformed..."

It was a small slip. A little give in Lois Lane's moral fortress. They had already fucked; it seemed silly to hold any qualms about further sex play. After all, she might already be pregnant.

So as the night ended, and Blaze grunted, black pearls shooting out like streaks of oil on her scarlet abs...Lois Lane took her first step that would lead her down into motherhood and damnation.

Yet that is another story.