End: Will You Make A Pact With Me?

"I am a creature of my word, Lois Lane. I have less free will than humans. A human might go back on their word, but a demon cannot. We cannot break a bargain once made, or it destroys us; our essence is cast into the Abyss, lost for all time. What you ask of me is not light."

Blaze pushed her cock in deep...uncomfortably deep. Lois Lane could feel it brush against the back of her pussy, the hot nuts resting against her ass, the demon's hard abs pressed against the bottom of the reporter's pregnant belly. The pure white eyes burned into Lois Lane's own, and the scarlet hands moved to rub and hold the gravid orb between them, almost as though it connected them.

"If I give you what you wish, I must have something in return. A price fitting for my sacrifice. I will surrender my evil ways, Lois Lane; I will love no other, man or woman, human or beast or ought else...if you will be mine, in body and soul."

The reporter swallowed.

"What does that mean...exactly?"

"You cannot leave me. You cannot deny me. Your body will be mine to love, and even **** will be no escape. Our spirits shall be bound together for all eternity, until the end of all things."

The demon gave the pregnant stomach a gentle pat. "Also, I'm going to knock you up again. Probably a lot. I might keep you pregnant for years."

Lois licked her lips. It was a tremendous, life-changing decision. This wasn't like some quickie weekend wedding in Vegas. Then again...she was already pregnant. Very pregnant. And she had to admit...the idea of being Blaze's permanent cum receptacle was...not altogether unpleasant.

"I...might be okay with that." Lois said. "You're not into any really kinky shit, are you?"

Blaze gave that Mona Lisa smile, but didn't answer.

In her life, Lois Lane had learned to trust her gut on many things. Her instincts didn't always make the smartest decisions—and she had the scars to prove it—but there were times when, even though she knew it was wrong, she went through with them anyway. Some called it impetuousness, but Lois thought of it as a combination of courage and emotional intelligence.

She looked into Blaze's eyes as the demon's dick throbbed inside of the reporter's pregnant pussy, and maybe it was her imagination but she kind of felt a yearning there—like someone who had been offered one last shot at redemption. Lois Lane knew she was taking a risk just thinking about this but...even though her brain told her the smart thing to do was climb off that dick and call for Superman and Zatanna and maybe all this could go back to what it was before she had ever gone out to the club this evening...

...Lois Lane didn't want that. She didn't want this night to not have happened. Sure, things hadn't gone perfectly and the whole pregnancy thing was throwing her for a loop' the reporter didn't doubt that the hormones surging through her body and causing her pussy to clamp and pull on the hard dick inside of her was probably influencing her decision a little, but...

Face it, Lane, Lois told herself. You want this. You want to see where it goes. Who knows? Maybe in time, Blaze could be a hero.

"Okay," the reporter said, as her hands pinched Blaze's nipples hard. "It's a deal."

Blaze's smile slid into something more natural, more honest, more happy than Lois Lane had ever seen before. The cock throbbed, and Lois knew another burst of hot demonic seed was washing the entrance to her womb...but there was no more room at that particular inn. Not yet, anyway.

"No backsies," the scarlet succubus said, and she bent down to kiss her new bride-to-be.

In the great cosmic game played several levels of reality above the one where Lois Lane and Blaze fucked, a weathered hand carefully took a red piece off the board. One evil destiny had been diverted from its course, and the repercussions could in time be immense...but for now, human and demon made love as the night fled, and with the dawn the first pangs would roll through the reporter's belly, signaling the start of new life waiting to be born.