Epilogue: The Spreading Stain

Lois pulled her shirt down to cover her belly. No-one in the Daily Planet office seemed to notice the little tic, and for her own part the reporter knew she was being silly. There was no way she could be showing yet.

It had only been two weeks since that night. Angie had wanted to move in immediately—and they were both still getting used to that. The dickgirl demon had insisted that the reporter was knocked up, but Lois hadn't really believed it until she took the test this morning.

The demon had looked smug, and then given her a long, lingering kiss. Would have dragged Lois back into bed if the reporter hadn't insisted she had to come in today. If nothing else, it gave Lois a break from her new—roommate? babydaddy? fiance?—Blaze acted as if they were pretty much married already, but Lois was still getting used to having to share her personal space.

That, and making sure her clothes covered the devil's mark.

How much cock can a woman suck in two weeks? Lois thought in the bathroom, staring at the spreading red stain. They were still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, and the demon's sex drive seemed endless. At least once a day. Fourteen blowjobs seemed too few. And each time she swallowed, she knew, the stain grew.

It had been hard not to swallow.

That first night in bed, she had been nervous. It seemed that Blaze was always aroused, always ready to go. Lois had worried about being pressured into sex, of keeping up with the demon's appetites. Yet the way it had worked out...Angie would tease, yes. Liked to walk around the apartment in the nude, sneak up and plant little kisses. Sit there just in the edge of the reporter's sight and start to stroke herself. It was a bit like living with a perpetually horny cat.

Except Lois Lane found herself getting horny too. Not enough to distract her from getting the chores done (which Blaze was more than happy to help her with, even if basic domesticity was not her skillset), or getting work done. But it was just the constant availability that seemed to tickle the reporter's senses. The complete ease with which Angie would sit back and relax if Lois decided that she wanted to take a five minute break from writing an article and wrap her mouth around the crimson cock. How she could reach over in bed and start stroking it, and Blaze would never tell her no, never show anything less than total and complete interest.

It was almost addictive, having someone so into you, so ready and willing to fulfill your sexual needs. Lois felt bad if she didn't do something in return.

She stared at how the red skin had spread to almost cover her pussy, speckling her legs, reaching upwards. It wasn't as big as all that. Lois had thought to measure it with pennies, the other night. It had taken fifty-seven cents. Online, some terrible nerd had told her it took 250 pennies to cover a square foot, and the average human had 22 square feet of skin. Fifty-seven pennies was nothing, really.

Except it was growing. Lois tugged her shirt down again, conscious of her belly button showing as Clark walked by. He stopped and looked at her, a bit of concern in his eyes.

"Are you alright Lois?" He asked, the blue eyes locked in that piercing stare he sometimes had, as if he could look right through you.

"Fine!" She smiled. "Just ah...got some good news this morning. I sort of suspected it, but I wanted to wait and..."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter blushed. Lois had to tell somebody.

"Can you keep a secret Smallville?" She whispered. "I don't want the whole office to know yet."

"Of course, Lois." He gave a nervous smile. Somewhat brittle. "Whatever you want. You know you can trust me."