Epilogue: Production Problems

Lois Lane stumbled from the bed to the bathroom. She had learned to leave the toilet seat up, after last time, when she went to bed. While morning sickness could strike at any time, the nausea-to-the-point-of-vomiting always seemed to grab Lois in the middle of the night, waking her from a deep sleep to scramble for the bathroom.

The reporter was still tasting last night's dinner when familiar hands slid down to cup her breasts. Lois sighed as thumbs and forefingers circled where tit met chest, and stroked downward, narrowing and squeezing. She winced as Blaze's fingers drew down to pinch her nipples.

"Ow!"

The demon answered with a growl of frustration.

"Babe, I'm not a cow," Lois said as she reached for a towel to wipe her mouth. "I've only been pregnant for four weeks. I can't even register on a pregnancy test yet. Milk doesn't start to come in until near the end of the pregnancy."

Blaze had not even asked to move in. She just had. The day after Lois Lane's night out, the demon had simply shown up and insinuated herself into the reporter's apartment and life. It had taken a little while for the pregnant woman to get used to the idea of not being alone in bed anymore, but Blaze's concept of personal space was...negative. Lois would be making coffee and suddenly pants and panties would be gone and a pair of horns would be pressed against her ass as a six-inch tongue slid up the reporter's twat. She'd be brushing her teeth when Blaze would slid in behind her and rub her cock against Lois Lane's slit. It was like living with a perpetually horny teenager.

One who desperately wanted milk.

"I could make you lactate," Blaze said. "Like the women at the milk bar."

Lois sighed. "Angie, no. You said adding magic to a magical pregnancy was a bad idea. I could end up with tits bigger than my belly is going to get."

Blaze growled again. Her cock, suddenly stiff, hit the reporter's slit. The demon's hands continued to go through the motions of milking Lois Lane's breasts.

"But what about the spawn?" The demon insisted as she wiggled her hips, angling to get her cock inside of her pregnant gilrfriend. "If you don't make enough...not all women do, you know..."

Lois sighed again, and reached back to spread her labia. The worst part about having a horny live-in demonic dickgirl was how horny she got herself. With a soft hiss of pleasure, Blaze slid her crimson cock into the wet pink depths.

"Maybe," Lois said. "I'll think about it, okay? Maybe. Aaahhh..."

Blaze smiled as she kissed her lover's shoulder. Lois Lane could not see the black lightning that arced between the dark horns...nor imagine the dreams that her demon lover began to craft for her. She loved how willful the reporter could be...but she loved more how she could taste the repressed desires, just beneath the surface.

Soon, sweetmeat, Blaze promised herself as Lois began to rub her clit, free hand holding onto the toilet bowl for support. You'll have udders a cow will envy!