Epilogue: Spat

"Blow me!" Angelica Blaze spat.

With a resigned sigh, the frustrated and pregnant reporter sank down onto her knees. She grumbled to herself about the demon's sexual demands...and was surprised when the nearly-naked scarlet succubus backed away in exasperation.

Blaze wore only a pair of boxers, and those were skimpy enough that her crimson cock hung out the bottom of the shorts. The pink nipples were hard, but the demon's face was screwed up in an emotion that Lois had trouble reading.

"What?" Lois said.

"Not...I didn't mean 'blow me,' I meant...just...fuck off!" Blaze roared. "Fuck you! Go fuck yourself! Just fucking...piss off!"

Lois Lane blinked. "Wait, so you..." The reporter's eyes narrowed as she understood. "Why are you pissed at me?"

"You drank my beer!" Blaze said, and pointed accusingly at the bottle. "And it was my last beer!"

Still on her knees, the reporter smashed her fist into the floor. "It's not your beer. I bought it, I paid for it, with my money. If I want to have the occasional brew because I put up with your shit, then I will! I don't need your permission!"

"It's bad for the baby!" Blaze insisted. "And I help out!"

"Yeah, you help keep my fucking cunt lubricated and stretched out with that ridiculous cock of yours!" Lois growled. "The baby is the size of a pea, and I can't get a full night's sleep because somebody can't go six hours without stuffing their fat fucking prick into my pussy!"

"Maybe I wouldn't fuck you while you slept if you weren't such a dead fuck while you were awake!" the demon countered.

"You...you...!" Lois Lane rose, angrier than she had been in a long time. It was like weeks of frustration finally boiled over. Ten weeks since that night out. Ten weeks of getting fucked and fucked and fucked some more by this demonic dickgirl, who sat around the house and jerked off with her panties and pissed on the floor and...

Her finger jabbed into the scarlet succubus' thin chest. Their eyes met in a mutual glare.

"Don't you tell me about how to fuck! You think that just because you have a big cock, all you have to do is stuff as much of it in me as fast as possible and it'll feel good?"

Lois stabbed her finger into Blaze's sternum and the demon gave ground an inch.

"You ever think maybe I want romance? Foreplay? Maybe one weekend where I don't have streams of cum rolling down my thighs? Or maybe you'd like to help out around the house...do some fucking laundry...and I know you scrubbed the smegma from your cock with your toothbrush and put it back without washing it!"

Every accusation, every question was accompanied by a jab...and while the demon's back remained stiff she gave ground before the pregnant woman. At ten weeks, Lois really wasn't showing yet, but they both knew that with quadruplets she soon would be...and while the demon was too loathe to admit it, the words stung. In truth, there was more she could be doing to help around the house. The whole domesticity situation was new and strange to her.

At the edge of the bed, Lois grabbed the shorts and pulled them down, the demonic dick, hard as a rock, shot up as Blaze collapsed backwards onto the bed...and Lois panted as she stood, flustered and huffing, as the smell of the dick hit her.

Silence reigned in their shared apartment for a moment, and then Blaze said sheepishly.

"You're pretty when you're angry."

Lois said nothing...but the reporter calmly undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor. She raised one knee up onto the bed, and used her hand to guide the prick to her pussy.

"I am not a dead fuck," the pregnant woman insisted as she brought her other leg up onto the bed and sat down in Blaze's lap.

"You're a great fuck. You're my favorite piece of ass. The only pussy I ever want to fuck ever," Blaze said, by way of apology, as Lois settled herself in.

"You need to do more to help around here," Lois said as she grabbed the demon's tits, palms pressed against the stiff pink nipples.

"I will," Blaze said. A pause. "And I said I was sorry about the toothbrush thing."

Lois Lane took a deep breath. She stared down at her lover's eyes.

"You know, they say makeup sex is supposed to be better," the reporter let her fingers draw circles on the scarlet succubus' boobs.

"As opposed when you come home after writing a really good article and flatten my dick?" Blaze joked. The demon's hands reached back to caress the pregnant reporter's ass.

"Well," Lois tilted her head. "Maybe not that good..."