Epilogue: Hard Conversation

Lois Lane wasn't sure when, exactly, her feelings for Blaze had begun to change. She remembered at one point that they were in her apartment, watching some torrid Elizabethan romance on television, while Lois painted Blaze's long toe-nails. A cosy domestic scene that they had settled into, as "date nights" had given way to Blaze simply being there, in Lois Lane's apartment, at all hours. Tidying up. Leaving little notes. Doing the laundry. Letting Lois ride her cock hard early in the morning, just to squeeze out a quick climax before she had to shower and get dressed for work, so that by evening time the demon's aching balls would have a nice fat load to paint on the reporter's face...

It was just too convenient to have a perpetually horny demoness at her beck and call to not indulge a little. After all, Lois was scrupulous about her birth control...and although it was a part of their dirty talk, it didn't seem like Blaze actually intended to knock Lois Lane up.

Then, on the screen, there was the slight swell of a stomach. One of the marriageable young ladies had gotten up the stick, in a way that now made her non-marriageable. Faced with utter ruin, being thrown out of her home, disgraced, disowned...

"You know I wouldn't do you like that, right?" Blaze said, out of nowhere.

Lois Lane turned to look at her lover and friend. The demon scarcely changed from her natural form anymore. Or wore clothes, except when she had to leave the house. The reporter was used to seeing those big balls wobble between scarlet thighs, or reaching out to grab a handful of tit whenever she felt the urge to squeeze something for some stress relief. Now, with her white eyes glued to the screen, Blaze looked...familiar. There was no weirdness about having a naked demonic dickgirl with her feet in Lois Lane's lap anymore at all.

"Like that?" Lois Lane said stupidly. "You mean if I got pregnant?"

"Yeah," Blaze said. "I mean, I know you're being careful, but if...you know, one day one of my sperm did meet your egg, I'd be there for you. Every step of the way."

The reporter had to chew that thought for a moment.

"You know I'm on birth control," Lois said.

"Yeah, I figured," Blaze said. "But I also flood your cunt with cum like, every day. Sometimes five times a day, when you're feeling really frisky."

Which was true, Lois admitted to herself. In fact, she had been feeling friskier than ever the last couple of weeks. It wasn't odd for Lois to go to sleep with a full load of gooey splooge in her pussy. There were a couple of times she'd almost gone to work like that.

A sudden suspicion formed in Lois Lane's mind.

"Are you trying to get me pregnant?" Lois asked.

"Not, like, deliberately," Blaze said, and now the horned head turned so that she could look Lois in the eye. "But I've, um, been taking every opportunity to pump you full. I mean, you must have noticed that I stopped pulling out, I don't beg to fuck your ass anymore, I keep stroking myself when we get near time for bed so I'm hard and ready for you..."

Lois glanced at Blaze's dick. The swollen fuckmeat was about half-hard, and hung over one crimson thigh. The reporter could smell it from here. Long association had made that...not unpleasant. In fact, it made her pussy a little damp as she thought about how hard Blaze had surreptitiously been trying to knock her up.

"So that was your whole plan? Pump me full of your baby batter and hope I forgot to take a pill?" Lois said. "Or was there something else? Have you been sneaky, Angie?"

Lois put the stopper back on the nail polish, and the little glass bottle on the stand near the couch. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the scarlet succubus' balls tense.

"I'd never betray you," Blaze said. "But I have been...counting."

"Counting what?" Lois asked.

"Your pills. You took the last one. And your new subscription isn't in yet," Blaze said.

"It'll be in soon," Lois said, with conviction. "Even if you came in me tonight, you know there's no window of opportunity there, right? A woman doesn't just become fertile automatically because she missed a day."

"No," Blaze said, with a solemn nod. Then her nose crinkled. "Do you remember the last time you took a pill?"

"I—" Lois paused. Normally, she had reminders on her phone for that business. Yet all of a sudden it dawned on Lois that she hadn't had those reminders in a while. Hadn't taken a pill in...several days. Or was it longer? The reporter's forehead crinkled. It wasn't like her to forget something so important.

"I've been keeping track of your cycle," Blaze said. "You're going to start again, soon. We should probably stop having sex until you get a new prescription filled."

The demon's claws teased the tip of her cock. Lois saw the scarlet shaft start to swell. There was an odd flutter in the reporter's chest, and a growing wetness between her legs.

"It's dangerous, right now. You could get really pregnant, if we fucked right now. If I drove my hard, hot meat all up inside you. Painted your insides white. Unleashed all my swimmers in that fertile womb of yours..."

"Stop," Lois whispered, as her hand went between her legs. Her pussy was drenched.

"Maybe it would be best if I slept somewhere else tonight. Just so you don't get tempted. Or absent minded. You know how much you like to cum just before work. Ride this shaft fast and hard as you flick your clit. Sometimes you hop right off my cock and into the shower, holding a load of spunk in so you don't dribble on the carpet."

"Don't," Lois begged softly, as she saw that Blaze's shaft was hard now, standing above the demon's stomach. All four of the succubus' nipples were stiff and hard now, a sign that she was really turned on.

"I could have said nothing. Could have just waited you out. Dumped my pug in your tight twat and let nature take its course," Blaze said, and her eyes began to glow brighter. "But I don't want lies between us, Lois. I don't want you to wake up one day, nauseous and with your boobs hurting, not sure why you're gaining weight, and only then realize you fucked my cock one too many times, took one too many loads in that sweet pussy."

Blaze sat up, and Lois didn't pull away as the left hand clutched onto the reporter's shoulder, and the tip of that cock, drooling pre-cum almost waved beneath the reporter's nose.

"I want to make a baby with you when you want it. I don't want to impregnate you by some trick, just to trap you with me. I...love you, Lois."

It was a hard confession. Lois could see how hard it was for Blaze to say the L-word. The reporter gulped, shivering with desire. Her body's biological clock had tick-tick-tocked into overdrive.

"Dangerous," the reporter said as she moved Blaze's legs out of her lap. Lois Lane stood up on shaking legs. Little rivulets of hot juice ran down her legs. She swore she could feel her ovaries throb, although the reporter knew that had to be psychosomatic. It wasn't possible. She couldn't...

Blaze's dick stood up so hard and tall that the veins pulsed along the length of it. A flood of memories came back to Lois. All the times she had teased Blaze about breeding her. All the times Blaze had held her close and pumped her jizz deep into her depths. The tender kisses they shared in those moments. Yet Blaze had to know, each time, that there was zero chance. That it wouldn't happen. That Lois was on the pill.

Except now...Lois Lane wasn't on the pill...and all those times felt like practice. Trial runs for the real thing.

Lois Lane licked her lips. A part of her was curious what it felt like, to get fucked raw and unprotected, on a dangerous day...knowing she could get pregnant. Trying to get pregnant...

"Do you really want to impregnate me?" Lois Lane asked.

But the reporter didn't wait for an answer.