Epilogue: Fight & Make-Up

"Aagh, Lilith's tits!" Blaze yowled like a cat whose tail had fallen under the rocking chair as the first wet drops hit her. The scarlet skin paled to pink and let off wisps of smoke. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

Lois Lane waved the aspergillum, flecking holy water at the demonic dickgirl. She was bottomless, wearing only a blouse and panty-hose, her freshly-shaved crotch on full display.

"You're the matter with me!" The reporter snarled back. "I told you to do the wash! I have my first appointment with the gynaecologist today and all my panties are full of jet-black jizz!"

In retrospect, Lois had to admit it was probably a mistake to let Blaze move in with her so quickly. Not that Lois had much choice in the matter; the demon was worse than a cat, casually violating personal boundaries, going wherever she pleased. For the first few days, Lois hadn't even minded. It was nice to wake up with someone else in her bed, to have someone to cuddle with...okay, and to do more than cuddle with. The demon's inhuman stamina meant she was ready pretty much whenever she wished to be, which had let Lois indulge her carnal desires that would have made her younger self utterly green with envy. Like a teenager's dream of what a relationship was like, sex all the time, her pussy almost constantly gummy and running with spunk while she was in the apartment.

Reality had set in hard when Lois found her toothbrush splattered with demon spunk. Then she caught Blaze pissing in the sink. Using the reporter's razor blade to shave her great swollen scarlet scrotum. Scratching at the arms of the couch until Blaze's claws tore the fabric and she could pick at the stuffing within.

It was the little things, really. The final straw had come when she had caught Blaze jerking off with her panties. Lois had laid down the law and demanded the demon at least do the laundry...and instead the reporter had woken up to find not a single clean pair of undershorts in the apartment.

Hence the holy water. The clerk at the church supply store had thought she was mad. The priest had nearly chased her out of the cathedral when she'd nipped a pint from the font. Yet Lois had to make her point somehow.

"Quit it!" Blaze growled. "That stings!"

The reporter lunged...the demon dodged...and then Lois over-extended herself, her foot slipped. A moment before impact her eyes widened. She had heard of women who had fallen while pregnant. How easy it was to miscarry that way...and then Blaze was there, one red arm wrapped around Lois Lane's breast, the other catching at her hip...and the two stayed like that for a moment, both caught up in the realization of what almost happened.

Blaze sighed and dragged Lois onto her lap as the demon sat heavily on the bed.

"I'm sorry," the demonic dickgirl said. "I'll buy you some clean panties, okay? I just...miss you, when you're gone all day. I can still smell your pussy on those panties, and they're so soft..."

Lois snorted. "Well, I'm sorry I sprayed you with holy water. Honestly, I'm surprised that even worked. It's just...a lot of little things. And the stress. I mean, I'm really pregnant. That's...huge. I can't just show up at the doctor's office with cum-stained panties like some kind of slut..."

Blaze smiled her Mona Lisa smile. "What about a pussy full of fresh jizz? That would be fun for her to root around in."

Lois shook her head. "That would be horrible! Worse than eating barbecue right before visiting the dentist. Imagine being told to go into the restroom and wash out your cun..."

The reporter's voice trailed off. She felt the solid throb of her lover's cock press against her ass.

"Babe, no," Lois said. "I mean it. There has to be more to this relationship than just sex. We need to work things out."

"A compact," Blaze said. "I agree. We shall sign and seal it in blood. I will be bound to it."

There was a snap like lightning striking a tree, and a roll of parchment appeared to hover in the air. Words burned themselves into the contract as Lois watched.

Blazed lifted the reporter up, so that Lois straddled the demon's dick as she read the contract, the hot red shaft rubbing directly against the shaven labia.

Lois chewed on that idea as Blaze filled in the boilerplate. She stared down at the swollen dick. After all, her appointment wasn't until this afternoon...if she had time for a quick douche she could be clean in time for the gynaecologist...

"No more using my toothbrush," Lois said. "And you help out with chores around the apartment. No more cumming in my panties, either."

"I won't cum anywhere else, provided you allow me to empty myself into you, whenever I need to."

The reporter hesitated...but she was already lifting her hips up. The cock rose as the reporter's weight lessened on it, until Lois could guide it into her slit.

"Like now?" Lois said, a little breathlessly.

"Right now," Blaze said, as the reporter sank down on that shaft.

The reporter hissed in pain. While she was turned on, she wasn't quite wet enough. Blaze growled.

"When I get hard, you get wet!" Blaze insisted, the words burning into the paper.

"O-k-k-ay," Lois managed, as she eased herself up and down. "But you...need to stop using my razor!"

"Agreed!" Blaze said, and with a sudden rush of fluid, Lois sank down hard, her shaved labia pressed against the shaven testes.

They moved together, finding their rhythm, time slipping by, calling out things to add to their little agreement...

Their first fight. Their first makeup sex. And, Lois Lane knew, probably the first time she was going to show up to the gynaecologist's office flustered, weak-kneed, pantiless, and with cum running out of her fresh-fucked pussy.

Privately, Lois Lane wondered how long even this agreement could last. It had only been a few weeks...what would it be like when Lois started to show? When it was time to get ready for the baby? Could she really depend on Blaze to do her part, to step up and be a partner and a parent?

"And you pay rent!" The reporter added, as the first sticky shot of Satanic sperm power-washed the entrance to her womb. Not that the demon could get her any more pregnant.

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and planted a kiss against the back of Lois Lane's neck. "You know I'm happy to...contribute."