Epilogue: Dipping Her Pen In The Company Ink

"Hey beautiful," Lois popped her head in.

Blaze looked up, a pencil in her mouth, glasses sliding low on her nose, and smiled. The reporter had told her demonic girlfriend that the glasses were unnecessary—no one was going to recognize her in human form—but Angie just gave one of those secret smiles and insisted it was absolutely essential. Lois hadn't fought her on the matter, she was happy enough to get her deadbeat dickgirlfriend a job.

The eight-weeks pregnant reporter looked around at the small, cramped space, which was filled mostly with Blaze, a swivel chair, and her laptop, reams of crumpled notes, a few books on the occult, and what looked disturbingly like a real human skull. A single forty-watt bulb on a pull cord lit a space that you could touch any two walls of without trying.

The "office" had started life as a disused janitorial closet. With no work experience or education, Blaze's primary employable quality had been, as she delicately put the situation to Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, was that she had knocked up his best reporter.

So they had started her out writing the astrology columns. Blaze had a rather uncensored approach to the wisdom of the stars, and White had taken notice. Two weeks after that he'd given the demon her own advice column and a corresponding blog. "Dear Bitches" was a headache for legal, but was proving tremendously popular.

Blaze took the pencil out of her hand and craned her face and neck up, Lois bent down to share the kiss. The demon's hand slid up between the reporter's legs, in between the taut and toned thighs. The dickgirl made a surprised and pleased expression when she found no panties between her fingers and Lois Lane's pregnant pussy.

"Y'know," Angie said after they broke the kiss, as Lois crammed herself into the room and closed the door. "They made me read the employee manual. We're not supposed to fraternize."

Lois hiked up her skirt over her ass. Blaze's eyes zoomed onto the pussy, and the barely-there swell that hinted of what was growing inside of her lover. The demon set her laptop aside and flipped back her own skirt, freeing her cock from the pair of Lois Lane's panties that the demon had "borrowed."

"You're right," the pregnant reporter said, stepping forward to position her pussy above the raging erection. She began to slide down, Blaze holding the cock so that Lois could sit right in her lap. "We could get in trouble."

"Big trouble," Blaze agreed, unbuttoning the reporter's dress shirt.

The reporter bit her lip as she slid into her lover's lap. It was so nice having her dickgirlfriend so close during the day. Even though she knew that they really shouldn't be doing this, the reporter had been finding herself increasingly distracted at work lately. Mind wandering into sexual fantasies at the drop of a hat, almost clicking over to NSFW products while browsing for pregnancy books and supplies, touching herself a little too long in the bathroom...a part of her rationalized that it was just the pregnancy hormones making themselves known, but another part of her suspected that maybe it was just that being with Angie had awakened her inner slut.

Not that Lois cared about it when she felt that fat cock inside her tunnel. For those few minutes, bouncing up and dock on Blaze's dick, hugging her lover close and pressing her breasts into Angie's face, feeling those soft, strong hands grip her ass as though afraid to let her go—for those few minutes, Lois could forget everything else.

Then Angie's lips fastened on one of Lois Lane's nipples, and the reporter's hand reached down between them to rub her clit, and it was everything that the reporter could do to suppress her moans as the reporter's thighs and pussy clenched, body tights and quivering with the **** of her little orgasm...and ten or twelve pumps later, as Lois sagged against her lover, she felt the warm wetness in her pussy that told her Blaze had cum too.

"There is a loophole," Angie whispered to her. "To the fraternization rule, I mean."

Lois sighed, enjoying the warm fullness inside of her, knowing that she had to clean up and get back to work.

"What's that?" she asked absently.

"If the employees are married," Blaze said. One hand reached back, toward the skull. Obediently, the bit of bone opened its jaws and revealed a small black jewelry box. Lois felt her breath catch in her chest as the demonic dickgirl presented it to her.

"Are you..." The reporter asked, as she opened the box. There was a golden band there, set with a pentagram in tiny ruby chips, a diamond in the center. "How did you afford that?"

"My first paycheck," Angie said. "As a down payment. The rest in installments. So what do you say?"

There it was. Lois hadn't really been thinking about the long-term relationship. But...Blaze had been trying, hadn't she? Got a job, went to work, dressed like a normal human being. She'd shown a willingness to support Lois and the baby.

"Yes," Lois heard herself say, staring at the ring. "I'll marry you."

Later, Lois Lane swore as she bent down to give Angie a deep, long kiss, that she felt something kick inside her womb. Though that was impossible...