Epilogue: Signs

Lois dashed to the toilet, grateful that she made it to the bowl before her lunch made its appearance. "Morning sickness," she had found out the hard way, could strike at any time—and as she emptied her guts into the bowl, she was glad that at least she was home for the evening, rather than at work.

She hadn't told anyone else yet. It wasn't their business, it wasn't affecting her work, and perhaps most importantly she wasn't showing...at least, not yet. The reporter reached down and pressed a hand to her soft belly.

I might not look pregnant yet, Lois thought as she gently rubbed the hard mass in her abdomen, but I sure as hell feel it.

There had been other signs too...things Lois would have dismissed if she hadn't been looking out for them specifically. Tiredness that crept up on her all day. A bloated feeling in her stomach. Cravings...Lois hadn't really understood those until she had started dipping chips in yogurt. She was still watching her weight but knew that at some point it was going to start increasing.

Every morning she stood nude in front of the mirror, just...looking. As if she could see the changes coming on. Asking herself: Are my nipples a little darker? Milk ducts bigger? Belly a bit more prominent? Afternoons at work had turned into internet searches on everything to do with getting pregnant, being pregnant...even abortion, though the reporter had personally ruled that out.

Eventually, the churning in her gut ceased. Lois staggered up and over to the sink to wash her mouth out. Stared into the mirror, took a deep breath. Seven o'clock. She smiled. Time for her other project.

Lois had taken to leaving the book on the other side of the bed, like a lover waiting for her return. Every night since that first hate-filled fuck...every single night she had said the incantation and spilled her seed inside the crimson cunt between the pages. It had become a personal ritual, more stress relief than grudge-fuck at this point. After a long day of work, it was Lois' little "me" time...something she looked forward to all day long.

The naked reporter laid down on the bed, the book curled beside her. She reached out and lifted the fat grimoire, propping it up in her lap. It almost fell open to the page now, and the familiar red wound faced her...although tonight... Lois squinted. There was something off about it, some difference in the tint.

Still...no reason not to proceed. Lois mentally shrugged.

She let her mind relax...her eyes unfocus...it came so easily now, the bulging up from the paper, assuming the familiar curves and folds, that Lois had gotten to know so intimately well.

Indeed, over the weeks she had learned that the hair did grow on the pubis, and took a naughty delight in shaving it bald...she had tasted it so many times that the flavor always seemed to be right at the tip of her tongue, tart and salty. Lois had never known it to urinate, or else she'd have made the demoness take a pregnancy test, but in almost every other respect Lois had become more intimate with this scarlet slit than any other in her life.

With casual fondness she parted the labia, the curtains rising on her personal stage. As usual, the pussy from perdition was wet and ready for her...maybe too much... Lois' brow furrowed as she pushed her thumbs in deeper, spreading the pussy wider. The demonic cunt never gave any indication of pain, though Lois never tried to hurt it either. But it was far wetter than normal, and the juices were so thick...almost like mucous...

No. Lois thought. Can it be?

She pried wider, angling the book to get better light, the pussy stretching easily beneath her fingers. Lois needed to see the cervix, which should be a nice, healthy deep pink...and the reporter felt the breath catch in her throat as she saw that instead, the little soft donut, entrance to the demon's womb, was a mottled blue-and-violet.

Chadwick's sign, Lois recognized from her daily researches. That's one of the signs, the early signs of...of...pregnancy.

Lois' heart fluttered, breath suddenly coming short, a burning itch building between her legs. Her smile widened until the muscles in her face ached.

"I did it," she whispered with wonder. "I actually knocked up a demon."

Elation ran through her. Later, Lois knew, she would be a wreck. Two babies...and she couldn't exactly drag the grimoire into a gynecologist's office. Her heart thumped in her chest. I'm not going to have to do this alone!

The reporter leaned down and planted a kiss, right on the demon's clit...and then let her mouth slide down until her lips were buried inside of that pregnant pussy. Her free hand rubbed at her pussy as she felt the warm heat of the flesh against her cheeks.

No incantation tonight, Lois thought. No pump-and-dump. I want to feel her cum...

It was a mark of pride with Lois that she could bring her lover to orgasm...could feel the flesh quiver and spasm around her conjured cock or nimble fingers or talented tongue...and getting her off tended to get Lois off, herself.

The reporter licked and slurped, feeling her own climax grow nearer. The pussy juice was thick and salty, another sign of pregnancy...and Lois could feel her own pussy was wetter than usual as she began to finger her gooey hole. More than anything, she was just excited at the announcement...

And why is that? Lois thought as she felt the pussy walls begin to constrict, as though trying to drawing her tongue in. I know I've been treating this book as my toy, but the demon is...alive...conscious...responsive... The reporter suckled gently on the swollen clit, just as she knew the demon liked, because the pussy started to clench spasmodically beneath her. Dammit...am I falling in love with my demon baby mama?

The only answer was a sudden rough spasm, and a wash of liquid as thick juice spurted against Lois' face. She finger-fucked herself faster, pounding away at her pussy as she licked the juices from her face...and shuddered in her own small climax, cheek resting against the demon's pudenda, a dribble of thick goo leaking out of both pregnant cunts to stain the bedsheets.

Lois fell asleep like that, her demon lover's pussy her pillow, and the scent invaded her dreams.