Epilogue: Fresh Cream

"Made you coffee," Blaze said, setting the reporter's favorite mug down within easy reach.

Lois Lane, naked except for a pair of panties, typed away at her laptop, smiled gratefully. "Thanks, babe."

Four weeks ago, the reporter would never have imagined such cozy domesticity. Yet here they were, enjoying a quiet weekend together. Angelica Blaze had moved in like a cat, claiming her own space and mostly keeping to her own devices...which, the reporter thought with a smile, including making sure that her girlfriend never went to bed alone, and never woke up alone. The regular sex had perked Lois up considerably, and people at the office had noticed her increased energy and better mood. Her editor Perry White was happy with the improved output, which was good because in a few months Lois was going to have to bring up the issue of maternity leave.

She picked up the coffee and sipped it. Rich, brown, creamy; Angie liked to make it Turkish-style, with cardamom, which Lois had started to really get a taste for...

As soon as the coffee hit her stomach, Lois Lane's eyes shot open and she gave out a groan. Her free hand reached to grasp at her little belly. Barely a pot-belly, so that you wouldn't even look twice unless Lois was naked or wearing something tight. She could almost feel the pressure against her hand.

"Goddammit Angie, again?"

The demonic dickgirl snickered from the bedroom.

Lois shook her head and stared down at her stomach. She was only four weeks pregnant, but because of Angie's constant doses of "fresh cream," she looked eight or nine weeks. It wouldn't be long now before Lois Lane wouldn't be able to hide it from the people at the office any longer, and she was going to have a hell of a time explaining this to the gynecologist.

"I'm serious, babe. We talked about this. I thought we were going to let nature take its course. I won't be able to hide it if you keep this up."

The demon emerged from the bedroom, utterly naked—and, since they were at home, in her true form, all dark horns and blood-red skin. Lois Lane had tried to explain underwear to her dickgirlfriend, and the best accommodation they had come to was a kind of panties sold in Japan that had a frilly sleeve for the demon's crimson cock and cradled her balls like a brassiere.

"Maybe I'm tired of hiding it, love," the scarlet succubus said, hips swaying as she walked forward. Lois was almost hypnotized by the glistening black drop hanging from the tip of the swinging dick. That wasn't fair, and the demon knew it. "Maybe I want to see you big. Waddle around here, showing everyone what you look like carrying my baby..."

The cock stopped just by the table. Lois Lane's nostrils flared as she stared at the drop of cum hanging off of it. That was one thing she hadn't expected from a demon pregnancy: the cravings.

"That's really not fair. How am I supposed to get any work done with all these distractions?"

"What?" Angelica Blaze said, flexing her ab muscles to make her cock rise about half an inch. "I'm not doing anything."

With an exaggerated sigh, Lois pushed herself away from the table. She was going to have to talk about maternity leave with Perry on Monday.

"Don't you dare cum in my mouth, okay?" Lois said. "I'm serious. I'm just cleaning your cock for you. Don't want any smegma to build up."

"Whatever you say, love," Blaze said, threading her fingers behind her head.

The reporter lowered herself to her knees. She knew that it should worry her how used to this she had become. Her tongue ran along the base of the cockhead, scooping up the black jizz and shoveling it into her mouth. There was a time Lois Lane only ever gave head to get head. When she didn't crave the taste of jizz. All the subtle little flavors, beyond the saltiness and the bitterness. Didn't feel that deep sense of satisfaction as she gripped her little belly with both hands as she swallowed, feeling the baby experience a whole day's worth of growth in a second...

Then Lois Lane's lips were wrapped around the head, and she was sucking hard, her tongue sliding along the base of the dick that had knocked her up, hands rubbing her tummy.

Fortunately, since Angie had just cum in the reporter's coffee, it should take her a while before she could ejaculate again. So it gave time to indulge her newfound hobby of worshipping her dickgirlfriend's cock with her mouth. Closed her eyes and focused on the feel of that hot, hard meat filling her mouth, rubbing against her tongue. Nor did Lois stop there. She didn't know what the world record was for losing your gag reflex, but as Lois pressed her head against the dick, she felt the head hit the back of her throat...and the dick began to slide down, into her esophagus.

Sometimes, Lois could still taste the dick for hours afterwards. She didn't mind that at all. It made her light-headed and horny. That first weekend, Lois and Blaze had spent more time in bed than out of it, and the first day back at work, Lois had been in a distracted haze, sore in all the right places. Even now, Blaze found new ways to surprise her...the reporter suspected that Angie was worried that she might lose Lois at any minute, as if the pregnant woman would just come to her senses one day, the spell broken, and would want nothing more to do with her.

Lois wished she could tell Angie how happy that she made her. Happier than Lois had ever dreamed. She had had a lover. She was going to be a mother. Her life was flipped, turned upside down, and Lois loved it...

With regret, Lois pulled her mouth off the dick, and kissed the crimson pecker on the tip.

"This afternoon," she promised. "But you wear a condom, okay?"

"Of course, love," Angie's smile was impish.

The reporter stood up and kissed Blaze on the cheek, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Under her breath, Blaze was counting.

"...seven...eight...nine..."

"Goddamnit Blaze!" Lois Lane's shrieked. "In my toothpaste?"

The demon could not contain her smile. If she had her way, her pregnant girlfriend would be waddling to work on Monday.