Epilogue: Breaking Out

Don't scratch, Lane, Lois told herself. She'd started growing out her bangs, to hide the growing lumps on her forehead. The reporter had already decided to tell people it was part of her new pregnancy fashion, when she admitted to being pregnant. Her stomach wasn't showing yet, but at the rate the little pink lumps had been growing beneath the skin, she hoped it would cover for her until she made it to maternity leave.

Except she hadn't counted on the itching.

It had started right after Blaze's morning blowjob. The demon had stayed over again—this was the fourth night in the row, and Lois had been ready to quip something about charging the demon rent, and she had looked over to see her lover's morning wood rising above her toned crimson abs. Angelica had been more and more comfortable wearing her demonic form around Lois, and the pregnant reporter had gotten used to seeing her greyhound-lean scarlet-skinned dickgirlfriend around her apartment...usually when she wanted sex, but more often just to hang out, to talk, watch movies, eat dinner...

Lois had slid her mouth down onto the purple head of the dick, her cheek rubbing against the demon's stomach, feeling the hard abdominal muscles there. A part of Lois was tickled; she'd always wanted to wake a lover like this. Normally it was something that you only saw in porn, but somehow it seemed...okay. After all, Lois had agreed to see to her lover's needs, and Blaze certainly gave Lois all the sex she wanted.

The warm shaft was in the pregnant reporter's mouth. Hot as steak fresh from the oven, but it didn't taste bad. Lois had been used to cocks that tasted vaguely like piss, that sort of ammonia scent, the slightly bitter taste of the precum, but lately she'd noticed that Angelica's cock tasted different. Better. She sucked idly on the dick, letting her tongue play at the urethra. She couldn't tell exactly when the change had come, it was just...she realized she felt so much more calm and comfortable with the cock in her mouth.

Of course, she had been sucking it a lot lately. Lois had sucked more cock in the last four weeks than in the last twenty-seven years of her life. It was a rare day when Angelica didn't show up around lunch time to get a quick blowjob in the bathroom, and at night they usually relaxed after dinner with a 69, Blaze licking and kissing her pussy as if memorizing each and every fold, delighting whenever she managed to elicit an orgasm from her pregnant lover, and then there were random hours in the weekend when Angelica would just point at her cock and Lois would drop down on her knees, almost without thinking...

Lois got her own back. It was nice to have a dick at the ready. There were things she'd always wanted to try...sexual positions, anal sex, even double penetration with toys...and Angelica was always hard and ready and willing for whatever Lois wanted to do.

The reporter had massaged the balls, pressing her fingers gently into the demon's taint, and in her sleep Blaze had moaned, the cock throbbed...and Lois had felt that tingle of excitement and expectation as she pumped her face on the scarlet shaft quickly, wanting to feel the warm, hot, salty treat in her mouth, with all of its subtle little flavors...and Angelica Blaze had not disappointed, pumping a nice thick, sticky, hot nut into the reporter's mouth.

She had licked the cock head clean. Salty, bitter...but almost bittersweet, savory. It was like a rich soup, full of little hints of Blaze's sweat, the things she had been eating. Lois had heard that a pregnant woman's sense of taste and smell improved, and wondered if that was what was happening to her. Swallowed that jizz easily, just like all the others, even though she still remembered Blaze's warning about what would happen...

That was when the itch started.

Lois tried to ignore it throughout the day. Yet in odd moments she would find herself rubbing her forehead, feeling those blunt, bony knobs...and then the rubbing would turn to scratching...and then around lunch time, Lois felt something wet beneath her nails. She lowered her hand from her forehead and swore under her breath as she saw the bits of bloody flesh there. Just tiny pink gobs, but...

In the bathroom, she lifted her bangs and surveyed the damage. Tiny, shiny pink horn was breaking through the skin.

"Shit," she murmured. The reporter wiped away the blood, tried to position her hair to cover it.

There was a knock. Lois looked up in the mirror...to see Blaze in her human form, smiling and unzipping her skinny black jeans to fish out her cock.

"Hey, babe...mind if I fuck your face during your lunch break?"

Lois licked her lips. Her stomach rumbled.

"Okay," she said. "But you better cum in my mouth, I don't want to get any on my work clothes."

Itch itch itch...