Epilogue: Her Dickgirlfriend Angelica Blaze

Sometimes, Lois caught her staring.

When they were out at a restaurant, Angie's eyes wouldn't be on the menu. Opening the door to the theatre, the head was tilted a little too far, as if she was trying to catch a glimpse of Lois from the side. In bed, no matter what position they were in, the hand would play along the the reporter's flat stomach, as if looking for something. When Lois came in the door, and Blaze started to pull off her cothes, the kisses would always lead down to her navel.

At first, Lois thought it was cute...but she didn't ask about it. Instead she pressed for more details on who Blaze was. What books she read, where she came from. The dickgirl was cagey, but also distracted. Sometimes she slipped out the truth, and Lois felt the slow burn of a good interview, coaxing the secrets out...until one night her dickgirlfriend had a question of her own.

It was early in the morning. Angie has stayed over, as she did most nights. Slowly but surely, the dickgirl had been colonizing the reporter's apartment. Extra clothes in the closet. An extra toothbrush by the sink. Cum-stained panties in the pile of wash. Lois didn't think anything of it...it just felt so natural to have her around. To feel the rivulets of dried cum on her thighs every morning.

Which reminded Lois, as she went to the bathroom, to take her pill.

It was halfway to her mouth when Blaze placed her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder.

"What's that?"

Lois looked at her. She looked at the pill in her hand, the round cartridge in her hand.

"My birth control pills. So I don't get pregnant."

For the first time in all the weeks they'd been in a relationship, Lois saw the dickgirl's face as she was utterly shocked.

"Lilith's tits. So that's why you're not pregnant yet," she swore.

The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. Now it was Lois Lane's turn to be shocked.

"Wait, you were actually trying to get me pregnant? I thought that was all dirty talk. And...and that's why you never wore a condom, and..."

The dickgirl grabbed the reporter's wrist. The one holding the pill. She guided it over the toilet. Kissed Lois Lane's shoulder. Something warm and hard and familiar pressed into the reporter's ass.

"Yes," she said.

Lois took a deep breath.

"Babe...we need to talk about this. I mean, getting pregnant is serious. I don't know if I'm ready...and...I mean, we're not even married..."

Blaze's fingers crept along her girlfriend's hand. Closed on the ones holding the little white pill...and with a bit of unnecessary ****, the dickgirl pressed her fingers together, making Lois crush the pill into a fine powder that sprinkled into the toilet.

"You're going to be a great mom," Angie said, as she effortlessly pulled the container with the rest of the pills out of her girlfriend's hand. "No more pills. No more birth control. From now on, we're actively trying for a baby."

Her hips pushed forward, shoving Lois against the edge of the sink...and then her knees bent, the cock sliding down the crack of the reporter's ass...until the head of the cock found the entrance to the reporter's tunnel...and pushed forward. Lois gave a little grunt at the suddenness of the entry. She wasn't really expecting it, not aroused enough to be very wet. If not for the fact that her pussy was still gummy with last night's spunk, Blaze would have hurt her.

Lois looked into the mirror, Blaze smiling over her shoulder as she plunged away...but it wasn't like the other times. The dickgirl's hips slammed forward, pressing Lois painfully into the sink, watching the reporter's reaction in the mirror.

"Just think, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "In a few months your stomach's going to get big and round...and your tits are going to swell...you're going to be even more beautiful."

"Blaze..." Lois tried desperately. "We really need to talk about this. Budget. I mean, pregnancy, childbirth, kids...we can't just go into this blind. I don't know if I'm in a position with my career where I can..."

"Fuck your career," Blaze hissed. "Your career is letting my cock into your cunt, and don't you fucking forget it."

Lois Lane's heart sank as she realized that she was in a relationship that she had somehow lost control of...if she ever had any control to begin with.