Epilogue: The Pregnancy From Hell

There was a small fire in the toilet when Lois went to take a piss. Something floated on top of the boiling water, murky, semi-solid and reeking of sulphur. She sighed and flushed. Growls and grumblings came from the kitchen. It was three in the morning, and as Lois sat down to pee, she closed her tired eyes and realized that morning sickness had arrived.

Along with other things.

When she was done in the bathroom, Lois found her naked fiancé at the kitchen table. The cardboard top of a gallon of ice cream was there, but of the carton itself there was no sign. The scarlet succubus moaned and rubbed her stomach, which was slightly distended from her meal.

"Do we have any pickled eggs?" The demon asked.

"No," Lois took up a position behind her and put her hands on the red shoulders. Blaze's body temperature was higher than a human's, and that first touch was always like the reporter dipping her toe into a hot bath. "But I'll stop by the grocery store today. How's your tummy?"

"I feel sick. And hungry. Ice cream helps, but it's like my body can't make up its mind."

Lois nodded absently, even though Blaze couldn't see it. Her hands worked their way up from the demon's shoulders to her neck... The muscles there were tense beneath her thumbs, but the flesh was so hot it was soothing in its own way.

"Anything I can do to help?" The reporter said.

Blaze kicked the chair away and pulled herself forward to bend over the table. She reached back and pulled her labia apart. Hot, clear juice dripped onto the linoleum floor, which bubbled and darkened in response.

"Mate with me!" the demon demanded. Then, in a softer, almost petulant tone. "It's the only way I'll get any sleep."

The reporter's eyes fell down to the red booty before her. In the last four weeks, the pregnant demon had damn near eaten the reporter out of house and home...and her lithe red form was beginning to show the results. The ass was softer and rounder than it had been, that night in the club. The thighs a hair thicker. Blaze still wasn't anywhere near fat...but even a tiny bit of letting herself go had replaced the well-defined abs with a softer, smoother stomach.

Staring at the bright red dripping twat presented before her, the reporter's dick emerged from her panties of its own volition. That was how it was when they were together. Blaze got wet, and Lois got hard. Lois got hard, and Blaze got wet. That first week they had fucked like teenagers discovering sex for the first time...and even now, it was weirdly casual how Blaze would just stop what she was doing and suck on Lois Lane's cock for a while, without even asking permission...and Lois herself had been, increasingly, taken to exploring Angie's body without asking...and the demon always let her, even smiled as if to encourage it whenever Lois sucked on her tits while they were in bed, or reached down to see how wet she was...which was almost always a prelude to fucking.

Like now.

She hissed as her dick slid into that hot box. Blaze was hotter than normal, but whatever magic she had used to give Lois her own cock, the reporter could take it. Rivulets of juice dripped down the crimson thighs like molten butter, and they gasped in unison as Lois bottomed out inside of her pregnant fiancé.

"More," Blaze moaned as she lay her naked tits on the tabletop. "I need it."

Slowly, Lois drew her cock back until only the head remained within the burning pussy...and then slammed it forward. Slow and then hard, slow and then hard, a little faster each time. The reporter's hips pumped, her hands roamed over the scarlet back and ass, Blaze bit her teeth and smoke curled from the corner of her mouth...and before long Lois was pounding her hard, the scarlet thighs rammed into the edge of the table with every thrust, Lois gulping air as sweat poured off her body, the demon moaning and writhing and shaking in ecstasy as at least one basic need was filled...

Lois Lane didn't get any more sleep that night. She picked up the pickled eggs on the way home and, after a moment's thought, two gallons of ice cream. Only four weeks in, and she had already determined that it was going to be one hell of a pregnancy.