Epilogue: Inevitable

Just oral. Just anal. Lois Lane was very insistent about that.

"This is going to hurt," Blaze said. "Why did you tape your pussy shut again?"

"Something I saw online," the reporter grumbled. "So you wouldn't cum in my pussy."

"I'm pretty sure they use a different type of tape. At least you shaved first. Are you ready?"

"Just do it," the reporter mumbled.

"Okay," the demon said. "On three. One...two..."

"RAAUGGHGH!" Lois shrieked as the tape was ripped off. Her labia was suddenly on fire. "Motherfuckingpisshitasscocksuckingdickrapenis..."

"Honey, I need you to move your hand so I can see the damage," Blaze gently but insistently pulled the reporter's hand away. The labia was inflamed, red, and in spots there were patches of blood. "Looks like you lost a bit of skin. Let me get the aloe and ice..."

The demon sauntered away. Lois bit her lip as her hand cupped her cooch protectively. Four weeks since her little accident, and she had tried every trick just not get fucked in her pussy. Angie had been very good about it, really. Spent most of her time streaming stupid pregnancy programs on the laptop, ordering prenatal vitamins and shit. The reporter wanted to tell her to save her money, but it was better than spending all day watching breeding porn.

Blaze came back, and Lois obediently spread her legs as the scarlet succubus slathered the clear aloe gel on her injured pussy. The truth was, the lack of vaginal sex had been creeping up on Lois Lane too. It's not that she disliked anal at all...and there was something oddly satisfying about sucking Blaze's cock, which she had never felt with any of her boyfriends...but there was a certain lack of stimulation, and at night, in their bed, feeling the demonic dickgirl's prick poking her in the back, Lois sometimes dreamed of waking up to finding her cunny impaled on that hard prick.

"There," Angie said. "Not too much blood."

She pressed the ice pack against the slit. Lois hissed...and then was grateful for the vague numbness that it brought to her overheated slit. The only reason she'd taped her pussy shut in the first place is because she was going to ask Angie to fuck her ass again.

"Speaking of bleeding," the demon said, looking Lois in the eye. "When was your last period?"

Lois opened her mouth...and then shut it.

"No," the reporter said. "It can't be! We've been so careful!"

"Except that time a month ago when you lost track," Blaze held up a finger.

"And those times you let the cum ooze out of your asshole and fingered your twat." Three more fingers.

"Then there was your birthday, two weeks ago, when you let me put just the tip in," Her thumb came up.

"And that time you masturbated with the dildo I just came on," Blaze moved to a second hand.

"You told me that was lube!" Lois said, face aghast.

"You wanted to believe that," Angie smiled back.

"And there was a week ago when you were fucking me in your sleep..."

"I never!" Lois said.

"You did. You remember how you had to douche the next morning? And you went for your morning blowjob, and complained my spunk was watery and accused me of masturbating at night?"

Lois Lane winced. She did remember that argument. There had been a wet dream, and Lois remembered how sticky her thighs had been when she woke up. A part of her had been sore and satisfied, but thought that Blaze had just been jerking off in her panties again.

"But I...I haven't..."

"Put on any weight? Been sick? No, of course not. You're probably only a couple weeks pregnant, babe. You won't even set off a test for a week or two," the demon put her hands down to rub the reporter's bare thighs. "Face it, babe. It was inevitable. You love sex. I think a part of you was determined to get pregnant."

"N-no," Lois said, falling backwards into the bed, the ice pack between her thighs. "I'm not...I'm not a slut..."

"Well, we can agree on that," Blaze said, moving the ice pack away. "It's not like you've been fucking anyone else, right? You're dangerously monogamous."

"But everybody is going to think that..."

"...you're a grown woman who has been in a sexual relationship with someone else, without protection," Angie pressed her hard cock against the reporter's cold cunny. Not penetrating, just laying the thick, hot meat against the bare slit, so that Lois could feel the throb and weight of the dick.

Lois raised her head, tears in her eyes.

"Angie, what are we going to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

The demon had on her damnable Mona Lisa smile.

"This is all your fault," Lois accused.

Blaze continued to smile.

"You and that fucking addictive cock of yours."

The smile grew a little wider.

"I can't get any more pregnant, can I?"

The lips opened, exposing sharp white teeth.

"Fuck it," the reporter dropped back on the bed. "Just fuck me. We'll sort the rest out later."

Blaze moved her hips down, lining the head of her cock up with the reporter's slit. The reporter grimaced slightly as some of the aloe vera gel slid into her pussy...the **** in the gel burned...but then Angie pushed in deep, deeper, all the way inside...and now the scarlet succubus was on top of her, the hot breath in the reporter's face, lips searching out her own.

"I promise you, Lois Lane," Blaze whispered, "I will never regret this pregnancy...and neither should you."

Words, soft and throaty. A thousand emotions seemed to boil inside the reporter's mind, a million words struggling to find expression. Except those hot lips pressed against her own, the hard horns pressed against the reporter's forehead, a burning tongue swirled inside her mouth...and Lois lost herself in that kiss, in that cock, in that moment.

If Blaze was wrong...if Lois Lane wasn't pregnant already...the reporter knew that she was right about one thing.

It was inevitable.