Epilogue: Rhythm Method

It became a kind of game. No birth control.

Lois Lane had found, to her consternation, that attempts at getting Plan B or the pill were consistently frustrated. Appointments for longer-term birth control always conflicted with her schedule. Condoms, diaphragms, and the like mysteriously failed in spectacular fashion. One week after the IUD had been so dramatically removed, the reporter was squeezing a tube of spermicidal jelly...only for a fat, wriggling maggot to crawl out.

Angelica Blaze had only smiled and looked smug when Lois told her.

The demon had taken to watching shows for expectant mothers, the television continually blaring about pre-natal vitamins and pregnant yoga. Lois had buried herself in her work, determined to resist the siren allure of her lover's cock, at least on her dangerous days. But that was far easier said than done.

Maybe it was her demonic nature, or simply her superhuman stamina and regenerative capabilities, but Blaze was easily the most freely sexual being that Lois had ever met. As the weeks wore on, their private space shrunk. The dickgirl would often lounge naked around Lois Lane's apartment, masturbating idly at all hours. Stroking that long crimson cock from base to tip, grunting just loud enough so Lois could hear it even if she couldn't see it.

Despite her iron will, the reporter found it impossible to resist temptation entirely. She had needs of her own.

So it had come down to ruthlessly tracking her period with an app on her smartphone, and using...more traditional methods. The scarlet succubus, whatever her other faults, was a generous and attentive lover. While she was always willing to push Lois Lane's limits, she would always stop when asked. Once, during a pussy-pounding noon quickie, the reporter had almost lost herself in the moment, waiting until the last possible second to tell Blaze to pull out—and the dickgirl had, amazingly, finishing by blowing her load onto the floor between Lois' feet.

The sight of the spent load on the floor, Lois Lane's pussy gasping on air, trying to milk a cock that wasn't there, had left neither of them quite satisfied. But it had given Lois an idea.

I just have to be careful, she told herself.

"You know, even a drop of precum can be enough to get you pregnant," Angelica murmured, rubbing her lover's back as she slowly slid her cock in and out of the reporter's pussy. Lois laid on the bed, enjoying the rub-down and slow-fuck. The demon's command of human anatomy had increased tremendously since she had discovered cable television.

"I'm not ovulating for three days," the reporter murmured into the pillow.

"Are you sure?" the demon murmured back, pushing her cock in a little deeper, drawing it out a little faster, moving her hands down to rub Lois Lane's lower back, just above her ass. "The body is not a clockwork mechanism, sweetmeat. There are...accidents."

Dark suspicion ran through the reporter's mind. "Have you been hexing my phone?"

"No," there was a small slap as the demon's nutsack hit the report's thighs.

"Put a glamour on my sight?"

"Certainly not," the hands moved ever southward, groping and squeezing Lois Lane's cheeks. The reporter was undeterred.

"Jacking off in my panties?"

"That was once." Blaze said defensively.

"It was laundry day! On a dangerous day! My last clean pair! Which you had left out for me to wear!" Lois growled, heart thumping in spite of herself, body picking up the pace as the fucking intensified, pushing back with her hips to meet the demon's thrust.

"Can't blame a devil for trying," the dickgirl grumbled.

Can too. Lois shook her head and checked her app. Today should be safe. Safe-ish, anyway. My last period had been a little late, but I put that into the app, and it had re-calculated, and...

Lois blinked. Suddenly trying to work things out in her head. If she had put the wrong date in the app, then...

"You know," Angelica whispered, her ballsack hitting the reporter with regular wet smacks. "It would be a lot less stressful if you just let nature take its course. There are couples that try for months to have children. There's no guarantee that one little load will do the job."

"Get thee behind me, Satan," the reporter growled, trying to work the math as her hole was reamed out good and hard.

"I am behind you, love," the demon said. "And inside of you. Deep inside of you. Deep and hard and...very...very...close..."

I should tell her to pull out. I know she'll pull out. She always pulls out when I tell her to. The reporter huffed, feeling the cock throb inside her tunnel. But the app said it was a safe day.

"Oh...fuck it, just cum in me," Lois said, squeezing her pussy tight. "But you better make me cum too."

"Of course, love," Lois couldn't see the demon smile, but she could feel it. "I'm happy to cum in you whenever and wherever you wish."

With a final wet smack the dickgirl buried her shaft deep, unloading a hot torrent inside the reporter's belly. Lois Lane sighed, knowing that was probably a mistake, but in that moment, not caring. Then dark suspicion flared inside her once again.

"Did you make my last period come late?" she said accusingly. The demon's silence was damning.

"Okay, that is it. From now on, you're only allowed to cum in my mouth or my ass, is that understood?"

"Of course, love," Angelica Blaze said, kissing the reporter's shoulder. "But for tonight...I promised to make you cum."

And the demon began to move again, grinding the reporter's pussy toward its inevitable orgasm.