Epilogue: Bombshells

Scandal rocked Metropolis. Headline after headline burst forth from the Daily Planet. Within a week, the mayor had resigned. Within two weeks, arrests were made that crippled Intergang's operations in the city. By the end of the month, LexCorp faced criminal charges, and its stock price was in freefall. One person was responsible for this...one crusading reporter...a stalwart beacon...

"Urrrp," Lois Lane was in her bra and panties, bent over the toilet. Her stomach noisily emptied itself into the toilet.

The reporter's stomach lurched. Her own personal bombshell had just landed. She had been so busy the last few weeks, as she turned Blaze's raw data into carefully structured Pulitzer-worthy articles designed for maximum impact, that she'd let herself attribute the absence of her period to stress, the little weight gain—just a couple pounds!—to missed gym sessions and too much fast food.

She heard the scarlet succubus pad into the bathroom behind her on bare feet. The click as crimson fingers picked up the pregnancy test from the edge of the sink. Lois didn't want to look up to see the smug smile as Blaze saw the two blue lines. It turns out that the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter was going to keep her end of the bargain.

"Hurrrgh!" Lois vomited more into the toilet. She wasn't sure how much her stomach had to give. Last night's dinner floated in the porcelain bowl. Bile burned her throat. The pregnant reporter wanted to rinse her mouth, brush her teeth...

Blaze had other plans.

Red thumbs hooked the reporter's panties and dragged them down over her ass. Lois shuddered as hot lips pressed against her spine...and then lower...lower. By the time the panties were down around the reporter's knees, Blaze had her tongue in the crack of the reporter's ass. Then down, the demon's face buried in Lois's butt, her tongue lapped at the hot muff.

That was part of the deal. Any time, anywhere. So far, Blaze had stayed away from work...but over the last week Lois had seen her hang out at the apartment more. Lois had never given her a key, never invited her in. The reporter would simply arrive home and find Blaze naked on her couch, one of Lois's books in her hands...or come back from a late-night pee to find a warm, nude body in her bed. She liked to have Lois suck her cock while the reporter was on the toilet. There was just something about those moments when Lois was most ****, that was when Blaze liked to strike.

Like now.

"Ugh," Lois panted, her stomach empty.

"Unh." She grunted as the demon's dick slid in. Every time it was so hard, so thick, so hot...yet Blaze never went in dry. Never tried to hurt her. Some men wanted women to hurt, wanted to hear how big they were, beg and scream. Yet Blaze didn't seem interested in that kind of thing.

"Hmm," Blaze hummed to herself as her hands made familiar caresses to Lois Lane's body. After months without sex, it had taken Lois some time to get used to the almost daily requirements that the dickgirl had. If not her pussy, then her ass, her mouth, her hands...she seemed to sense when Lois was sore down there, and accepted alternatives. Lois had jerked her off while she typed the latest article one-handed. Sucked the tip of Blaze's cock while she texted her sister about their dad's birthday.

Now here Lois was, her hands grasped around the bowl of the toilet, a yellow strand of bile dangled from her lip as Blaze pushed and pulled her crimson cock in and out of Lois Lane's pregnant snatch.

"Unh unh unh..." Lois grunted as the cock hit deep. It wasn't great sex. There were times when Blaze could be soft...almost sweet. This felt different. The demon almost shook with excitement. Pushed harder and faster than normal. Scarlet hands crawled over the reporter's flat stomach, as though she imagined how big it would be in a few months. What it would be like to fuck her then.

When Blaze came in her—Lois could feel the cock press deep, the warm wetness that began to dribble down her thighs as the demon pulled out, still hard—the scarlet succubus moved Lois's hair and planted a little kiss at the back of her neck.

"Call your work," Blaze whispered. "Tell them you're taking the day off. You're they're golden girl, they won't mind. Because I think we're just getting started..."