Epilogue: The Talk

"You've been avoiding the question, but I want an answer," Angelica Blaze murmured. Her cock pushed in deep, and Lois gasped as the head speared into her guts, asshole spread wide around the demonic dickgirl's fat prick.

"We have to have this conversation now!?"

Lois was bent over the bed in their shared apartment, her bags by the door. The assignment in Paris to cover the riots had taken a week. Blaze had given the reporter a new butt plug before she left, and wouldn't let the reporter leave until she had promised to wear it every day. Lois could see the shiny black length of it on the bed only a few feet away, right where her lover had tossed it.

"It's a big step, is all." The reporter huffed, pushing back, eyes squeezing tight as she struggled to squeeze more of that fabulous cock into her ass. "I mean, I'm still getting used to being pregnant!"

"And don't you want the baby to be born legitimate?" the dickgirl's hands squeezed the reporter's ass, causing the tunnel to tighten around her dick.

The reporter tried to relax, but Blaze was being merciless. It had taken her a while to really admit to herself how much she loved getting fucked in the ass. It had taken her longer, and a bit of experimentation, to finally realize that she loved getting fucked in the ass by Blaze. There was just something about that cock that filled her perfectly, pushing her colon just right.

When they got into the groove, that hard crimson length slipping in and out of her greased shithole effortlessly, it was like the reporter's mind just blanked. Lost for a moment in the intensity of the ass-fucking.

Good practice for when I'm too big for any other passengers, she thought of her belly, not really showing much yet. But Lois had been watching the scales, noticed the pounds slowly packing on. Soon, it would be obvious...

"That's a little old-fashioned, isn't it?" The pregnant woman shot back.

"Lois, please," Angelica planted a kiss on the back of the reporter's neck, biting gently in that way which always sent a shiver down the reporter's spine. "Why won't you marry me? We'd be so happy..."

Because we are happy. Lois didn't want to say. Marriage means dealing with the law, taxes, name changes, joint accounts...not to mention telling my friends and family about you.

"I...I guess..." Lois felt herself panting as Blaze's hand slipped around to play with the reporter's clit. The pregnant woman didn't often climax from anal sex by itself, but Angelica definitely knew how to push her button. Literally.

"...I just...I liked keeping us to ourselves for a bit." Lois admitted.

The dickgirl's other hand closed around Lois' right hand from behind, threading her fingers in the reporter's own.

"You know, I've changed since we met," Blaze said quietly. "No more villainy, no seducing mortals, stealing souls, fighting Superman...and you are the one that wanted commitment. I mean, if you really don't want to, we can keep living in sin. I just thought..."

"Stop." Lois sighed. "I want to turn around and look you in the eyes."

Blaze paused. The pregnant reporter twisted around, still impaled on her lover's cock, and flipped over so that her back was on the bed, black hair loose below her. She stared up at Angelica, who had greeted her naked at the door and carried her straight to bed. A week had been the longest time Lois Lane hadn't had her cock inside of her since they had met.

Lois took a deep breath. "I'm keeping my name."

The demonic dickgirl gave out a little squeal.

"And I don't want a big wedding. We can't elope, because my sister would never forgive me, but something small, okay? Like, ten people, tops."

Angelica Blaze nodded, biting her lower lip. Cock throbbing in anticipation.

"Anything else?" The demon asked.

Lois Lane looked down at rubbed her belly. There was nothing showing just yet. Nothing that couldn't be put down to water weight or bloating.

"We wait a few weeks. I don't want...you know miscarriages are super common, right? I don't want to announce it and then..."

The demon smiled and stuffed her cock deeper inside her fiance's ass with a wet schlick. A red thumb pressed into the reporter's clit.

"I understand. There is one more thing you have to consider now, love," Blaze teased.

"What's that?" Lois panted, feeling her climax rising again.

"Where do you want your engagement ring?" Blaze smiled, showing a lot of teeth. In her fiance's free hand, Lois saw a simple golden band...with a hinge, like they did for piercings.

Lois Lane's mouth made an "O" of surprise...and then they both laughed, and panted, gasped, and finally screamed passionately long into the night.