End: What If We...Don't...Get Married?

There was a pause that stretched out uncomfortably long...and then a bit longer.

"It's just...life is complicated," Lois said. "Things doesn't always work out. Things go wrong in pregnancies, relationships don't always last...I'm not saying we can't try, or that you should get an abortion or anything, but just maybe curb your expectations a little? I mean, my God I'm still getting used to the idea of having a penis, much less a pregnant...girlfriend? Babymama?"

"Fiancé," Blaze said easily. "And they do say communication is important in a relationship."

The demon rolled over onto Lois Lane, astride the reporter's thighs, and took the cock in hand. Her thumbs ran along the sensitive underside of the shaft, coaxing it back into life. A bit of relief ran through Lois. Maybe the woman she impregnated wasn't completely insane.

Their eyes met. The pure white eyes of the demon seemed almost like windows into a limitless white expanse. Staring into them, Lois almost felt like she was being drawn in...or perhaps that something was being drawn into her. There was the disconcerting notion, as Blaze stroked Lois back into hardness, that the demon was...turning Lois over and over, like a jeweler examining a rough stone, wondering where to make the cut.

I love Blaze, Lois thought with a strange, sudden fierceness. The idea flashed across the reporter's mind like lightning, with a swift and terrible intensity. The demon kept staring and stroking, never blinking, and as the reporter examined that thin, well-muscled red body, her cock grew swiftly, painfully hard.

I'm hard for Blaze, the thought echoed through her head, like the bolt of thunder that sets off an avalanche of thoughts. An erotic cascade of memories flooded the reporter's mind, until she couldn't think of anything else. The demon raised herself up on her knees and slid forward and down, letting out a little sigh as Lois's cock sank into her depths.

I'm going to marry Blaze, Lois shuddered as though struck by a physical blow. It wasn't that her previous qualms had disappeared, but against the absolute assuredness of that thought, they all seemed to pale. Desperately, Lois tried to make sense of the idea...but of course, she loved Blaze, she was hard for Blaze...why wouldn't she marry Blaze?

A little smile played at the corners of her fiancé's mouth...and Blaze grabbed one of Lois's hands and guided it to the demon's stomach.

Blaze being pregnant is so sexy, Lois shivered, her cock almost ready to explode already. Just the thought of their child inside of her...that flat, muscles abdomen billowing out, week after week...her tits getting bigger...sure, it would be hard, but they could make it work out, if they tried...

The demon's grin split, showing white teeth. Something relaxed behind those eyes, and Lois felt a sense of...withdrawal.

"I am yours, Lois," she said, one red finger tracing a design on the reporter's breastbone. "And you, sweetmeat, are mine..."

Lois Lane grinned back, not sure how to respond to that. Her balls ached, **** to pump another load of cum into this crimson goddess that was riding her cock. All her fears and concerns seemed lost amid the tumult of absolute certainty that now dominated her thoughts.

That was how Lois Lane's night out ended: balls deep in the demon of her dreams...and that was also how the rest of her life began.