Epilogue: Babycrazy Blaze

"Mmmm..." Lois Lane moaned as she felt warm lips on the tip of her cock.

Blaze had moved into Lois Lane's life like a stray cat. They hadn't really talked about it. Just one day the scarlet succubus wasn't there, and the next she was. Trying on the reporter's clothes. Curling up next to her on the bed. Reading her books. Needy, moody, impossibly sexy. Lounging around nude. Nearly tearing Lois Lane's clothes off whenever she got home...and, more often than not, the dickgirl reporter would wake up to that long red tongue slurping the underside of her prick, or hot lips sucking at her balls.

The reporter tried to lower her hands to grab Blaze's horns...she loved those handlebars when it came to morning wood blowjobs...onto to feel unexpected resistance. Lois opened her eyes and blinked away the last cobwebs of sleep. Her head turned left, and then right, as she saw that her arms were tied by sheets to the bedposts. A glance down at her legs showed that her ankles were similarly secured.

In the dark, Blaze's eyes glowed with their own internal light as she let her tongue grow, spiraling around the reporter's cock like a snake constricting its prey.

"Uh...babe?" Lois said. "I've got work today."

I told your boss you can't make it into the office for the next few days, Blaze's voice echoed in the reporter's brain, the demon obviously not wishing to remove her mouth from Lois Lane's cock at this time.

"Why?" Lois said, her heart thumping...and in reply, Blaze took her mouth off the spit-slick cock and raised herself above Lois, towering over the bound reporter in the darkness.

"I'm ovulating, sweetmeat. And to make sure your seed takes this time, I've taken...steps..."

Two glowing patches throbbed in the demon's abdomen, visible through her stomach like a pair of glowing coals. Between them, a sigil burned, a stylized womb-shape that glowed with a fierce orange light.

"Oh," Lois Lane managed. She'd been fucking Blaze so much that the reporter had just sort of assumed pregnancy would happen when it happened, if it hadn't happened after that first night. The scarlet succubus, it appeared, was not so patient.

"Can't you feel how much I need you?" Blaze hissed as one dark hand gripped the reporter's shaft and pressed it against her hot slit. Lois Lane's body convulsed as hot honey, glowing a dull red in the darkness, oozed over her priapic prick. It felt like sticking her dick into magma. The heat was so intense that Lois thought for sure her new genitalia would be burned to cinders...but instead, the demon's tongue flicked like a whip, and she guided the stiff shaft into her dripping slit.

"Aaaah!" Lois Lane's body convulsed, and the demon broke into a grin—the toothy, secret smile that she showed only to Lois.

"Yessss, beloved," Blaze hissed as her fingertips found the reporter's breasts. Lightning crackled along the soft pads of those demonic appendages, and Lois Lane's tits quivered at the stimulation. "Give me all of your seed...but not too quickly..."

The body of the scarlet succubus undulated, flexing and squirming atop Lois, moving so that that the tip of the reporter's cock rubbed against all of her secret, sensitive spots...and one hand reached down to cup the reporter's balls in her hand. Lois groaned anew as she felt a terrible heat flow into them...and then felt the strange, terrible pressure as her testes swelled until they overfilled the demon's palm.

"Hmm, momma likes a big set on her stud," Blaze moaned as she gave the swollen scrotum a playful squeeze. Lois Lane's eyes watered, teeth clenched as her cock pushed into the volcanic cunt.

Their first lovemaking that morning was fast, frenzied, a hot and passionate coupling. Blaze's dripping cunt sent scalding splashes of juice over the reporter's crotch and dripping down over her massive testes. Bound as she was, Lois could hardly move...but once she got into the rhythm of it, the reporter flexed and arched her body to meet Blaze's gyrations...and when the torrent of seed finally erupted inside of Blaze, the glowing sigil flashed with a pure white light, more blinding than the rays of dawn that stole in through the glass door to the balcony.

Panting, spent, Lois half-collapsed in her bonds...and Blaze bent down and kissed her, very gently, on the mouth.

"That was lovely, sweetmeat. But don't worry. We have three days to make sure..."

"Days?" Lois said weakly...but Blaze had already twisted her body around on her bound lover, showing Lois that perfect red ass. Soft fingers rubbed the root of the reporter's dick, infernal magic forcing the tired flesh back to aching stiffness...and Lois wondered if she would survive impregnating the scarlet succubus.

Even if not, Lois thought to herself. It might be worth it.