Epilogue: Lois Lane, Billionaire Breeder

"...anonymous billionaire is building housing for the homeless in Metropolis and Gotham, and has partnered with the Thomas & Martha Wayne Foundation to provide mental healthcare and job placement..."

*hurrrp*

Lois, dressed only in her panties and a white t-shirt, bent over the toilet, not even listening to the talking head on the news list of her new developments. Of course, she hadn't helped anyone yet. There had been taxes to settle out, bank accounts to set up, fees to pay, people to hire to run everything. They were still scouting ground for where to build the apartments, there would be architects to hire, construction companies to contract...but the skeleton crew Lois had already hired was managing her finances, had put up a web presence that was already receiving donations, calls from politicians, celebrity endorsements...

*huuurrkggh*

The billionaire shook with the **** of the vomit, surprised there was anything left inside of her. She hadn't taken the test yet, but she was either pregnant or hideously ill.

Hands pulled Lois Lane's black hair back, out of the way from her mouth. Lois hadn't heard a sound, but now she was aware of a presence behind her.

"Gained a bit of weight?" Blaze's voice was soft, slightly mocking. "I should hope so. All that money, you should be eating very well indeed. I want my babies well-fed."

Lois groaned, but didn't turn her head. Her stomach was still doing flip-flops...and as much as she hated to admit it, over the last month she had gained about a pound or two. It was all the meetings...and sometimes sudden hungers that would grab her. Odd cravings at odd hours.

"I haven't...ugh...I haven't taken the test yet," Lois said. Then took a deep breath. "But I'm...late."

The demon's fingers pulled the panties away from the reporter's slit.

"With how we've been going at it, sweetmeat, I'd be worried if you weren't.

The billionaire blushed. The text of their contract allowed Blaze to approach her anytime...and so far, this month, the dickgirl had waited until evenings, usually joining Lois for dinner. Sometimes in silence, so that Lois could stew thinking about what was going to happen, sometimes making small talk. Always, always, it ended up the same...with Blaze's cock inside of her, and Lois had felt no more able to deny her than a peasant might have denied a lord the droit de signeur.

Together, they'd started to learn about each other. Blaze had a particular fondness for taking Lois from behind, using her height to advantage, holding Lois in her grasp and rubbing her clit. Forcing Lois into unwanted orgasms as she was impaled by that prick. The newmade billionaire had never been particularly orgasmic before, not with a partner, but Blaze made a point of coaxing Lois into climax...if only to show that she could. It was only after Lois had cum, feeling hot and guilt and shame-faced, that the demon would slide balls deep inside of her cunt and unleash another thick black load...and give her a little kiss on the nape of her neck, before going off, as swiftly and silently as she had come.

Now, the familiar warm hardness pressed against the pregnant woman's cunny. Blaze let the panty go, so that it slid along her prick as the hard, hot meat pressed home. The demon reached around with her free hand to grope at Lois's left tit, hanging braless and undefended beneath her t-shirt. The dickgirl tightened her grip on the reporter's hair.

"I should warn you, Lois," Blaze said, all jest falling away from her voice. "I have a bit of a pregnancy kink. As you start to show, my demands on you will grow."

Lois coughed and spat. She wiggled her ass as Blaze's cock bottomed out. If she wasn't turned on herself, despite the nausea, it would have hurt to take this dick this deep.

"So you're not going to lose interest when I get big and fat?"

As if in answer, Blaze squeezed the reporter's tit, finger fiddling with the nipple, stroking the little nub to hardness. She began to move, sliding forward and back, slowly, almost gently compared to her normal sharp, hard thrusts...and then she released the small titty, and pressed her palm against the reporter's ribs...down and around to the flat plane of her belly...and held Lois there, just like that, as if imagining what it would be like when Lois was big and round, swollen with life...and then the fingers plowed through the patch of dark pubic hair to rub her clit, and Lois sighed and moaned and felt the urge to vomit fade a little as her hips began to press back in time with Blaze's thrusts, losing herself for the moment in the act she had sold herself for.

It had been weeks since she had asked herself if the price was worth paying.