Epilogue: Breaking Out

In her dreams, Lois Lane lay in a bath. Her stomach domed so high that the top of it stood out above the water, a desert island upon a calm sea. Blood billowed between her legs; her body quaked, and the still waters trembled as the scarlet stain spread...until that slice of her pregnant belly was all that remained above the crimson waters. The baby moved inside of her, as Lois rose from the bath...only to discover her entire body except for that small patch was indelibly red as blood. Gore-stained hands rubbed over the last pale circle of flesh...so that Lois matched...

Eyes wide in the darkness. Lois panted, wet with cold sweat. Her stomach rumbled. She placed her hand on the stomach, now at twelve weeks just a small film mound, getting bigger every day. The cravings always hit her at the oddest time. Salty things. Sour things. Buttermilk and pickles, sour cream and saltines. Yet what she wanted...what she really needed...wasn't in the fridge. No, it was much closer at hand.

Blaze didn't need sheets. Her body was so warm, she could sleep out in a blizzard and never feel it. On cold nights, Lois simply curled herself around her. Soaking up the heat. Except the pregnant reporter didn't want to wake Angie for this. She just needed her taste...

The cock was warm and soft in the reporter's hand. Lois ran her thumb behind the glans. Her tongue slid up the soft underbelly the swelling cock. Left hand reached down to cup and gently squeeze the testicle sack, careful not to press the balls too hard. The precious balls that made the black seed...so salty and bitter...rich...

Lois Lane's mouth settled over the head of that cock. There was a time when she would never have done this. When she only gave head to get head. When she spat cum instead of swallowed it. Before she got knocked up. Before she...fell in love.

If that is what this was. They rarely talked about it now, Blaze and her. Living together. Fucking together. They had become a couple, and...and there were all the little things they did for each other. The way Angie stared at her sometime, the expression...like she didn't know how she had gotten so lucky. The way the demon would steal up on her sometimes. Hands crawling over the reporter's body. Mouth tasting her. To hold her close. Breathe in the reporter's scent.

Unconsciously, Lois had found her mouth opening wider. Throat relaxed, the head of the cock slld into it easily. Once, the reporter would have gagged, but now it was a warm, comfortable presence. Familiar. Something she had done a dozen times, at least. It had been difficult, at first. Learning to suppress her gag reflex. Learning to take something so big inside of her. Tongue sliding along the base. Yet Angie loved it so much...

That had been enough for Lois to persevere. Now...they both loved it.

The demon stirred in her sleep. Lois had to breathe through her nose now, drool escaping her lips to drip down those balls. The hips rose and fell now, Blaze fucking the reporter's throat in her sleep...and Lois knew it wasn't long now. Soon, soon...

The cock swelled. Boiling hot semen erupted into the reporter's throat. Hunger overwhelmed the pregnant reporter as she swallowed, unwilling to spill even a drop...and pulled her lips tight as she drew her mouth off of the cock. The dick softened, and Lois gave a final, affectionate kiss as Blaze's satisfied snores announced her deeper slumber.

Lois curled up beside her demon lover, the black jizz a hot, happy pool in her stomach.

Dawn broke, hours later. Lois rose and stretched, her bladder talking to her. She slid off the bed quietly, and padded on tip-toes to the bathroom. Faced the mirror as she turned on the light.

Her scream had Blaze bolt upright in seconds. She found the pregnant reporter staring into the mirror...and at the large crimson patch that now covered her left eye in an irregular scarlet stain, bright as fresh blood...and another down by her chin the size of a quarter...and elsewhere on her body, the little patches of red skin were now apparent where yesterday had only been smooth, pale flesh.

"Oh hell," Blaze said. "You're breaking out all over."