Epilogue: Why Aren't You Pregnant?

The bedsprings creaked. Lois Lane, trapped beneath the rutting bulk of Angelica Blaze, laughed as she felt the now-familiar tension in the hard cock slipping in and out of her pussy. There had been a time, weeks ago, when Lois had hated the idea of a lover carelessly dumping their seed inside of her pussy. Now, a session of lovemaking hardly felt complete without it.

Blaze grabbed her ass, giving out a roar of satisfaction as she filled her lover once again...and then reached over, one sharp fingernail extended, to scratch another notch in the headboard.

The poor wooden frame looked like it had been savaged by some ravenous beast.

Lois knelt, feeling the hot cum run down her thighs, glad she had thought to fit a waterproof cover to the mattress. Doing the sheets every week was bad enough, she didn't want to replace the whole bed...at least, not yet.

Angelica stayed there for a long moment, as she was want to do, hands gently rubbing the reporter's ass. What had been a little fling had turned into...something more. Lois wasn't sure how serious a relationship it was yet, but it was definitely passed the stage of "with benefits." A month after that first night together, she'd given the demon the spare key to her apartment—implicit permission to come in and fuck Lois Lane whenever she wanted.

And she had. Lois smiled, feeling the comfortable ache in her muscles as after a good workout. There was hardly a day that went by that she didn't get at least one load inside of her...and this time of the month, the demon seemed determined to pump at least three or four loads into her every day. Sometimes Lois would simply get texts during the day, dickpics of that great red cock, eager for another shot at her tight pussy...

But there was something off about today. Lois couldn't say exactly how she knew, but there was a kind of distraction in Blaze, in everything she did.

"What's wrong?" Lois waggled her pussy on the cock, which hadn't gone soft yet. "I can tell something is bothering you."

"My love," Angelica rumbled, then hesitated. "Why aren't you pregnant yet?"

That brought the human woman fully awake. With practiced ease she turned around in bed, rotating on the crimson cock, not letting it out of her pussy for a moment.

Pieces finally clicked into place. In the midst of their lovemaking, Blaze was always apt to mumble things about knocking her up...long rambling diatribes, grunted in between hard thrusts, punctuated by shooting jets of sperm aimed at the reporter's womb. But it was not until this moment that Lois thought she was serious.

"I...I've got an IUD." Lois said, staring up into those strange white eyes. "I mean, I know you talk about getting me pregnant, but I didn't think...well, I'm a modern woman. I have a career, and..."

The white eyes squinted. "What sorcery is this 'IUD'?"

"Intra-uterine device. It's a birth control implant. I got one not long after we met, just to...you know, be safe. Because I know how much you like cumming in me and dislike condoms. Goes in the womb, prevents unwanted pregnancy, like 99% effective..."

The reporter felt silly having to relay this basic information. From all the time they spent together, Lois had quickly realized that Blaze was ignorant of many aspects of the modern world—her knowledge of contemporary politics seemed stuck back in Pharaonic Egypt, and medical science topped out in Medieval Europe, with a few exceptions—but this was basic sexual education stuff.

"I can see it..." The demon posted one red finger a couple inches below her lover's belly button. "A clever charm. And here I thought I was impotent."

The demon clacked her tongue...and to Lois Lane's great surprise, reached into the reporter's stomach, fingers sinking into the flesh as though dipping into a bowl of water. Although painless, it was a disconcerting moment to feel those digits quest around inside of her...and then pull out something thin and t-shaped. The demon crushed it with her hand and tossed it over her shoulder, landing perfectly in the wastebasket by the bathroom door.

"Oh fuck," Lois glanced down at the hard cock still impaling her. "Did you just..."

"I have removed the foul device. Now there is nothing to prevent nature taking its course," the demon dipped down, kissing her lover's breasts. "I shall enjoy seeing these fill up with milk..."

Something like numb horror swept through Lois Lane. "No, really, we should talk about this. I...I don't know if I'm ready to have kids yet!"

Blaze nodded, letting her tongue play through the valley between the reporter's breasts, tasting the sweat. "Fear not...we shall have at least a few weeks yet before we know you are pregnant. Plenty of time to 'talk.'"

Lois Lane heard the familiar squeak as Blaze shifted her weight, felt the cock inside of her being withdrawn for the inevitable thrust.

"Perhaps you should call into work. Take some vacation," the demon's tongue moved up to Lois Lane's neck, the little week spot behind the reporter's ear. "Because I doubt very much you will be able to walk by the time I'm done with you..."

The bedsprings squeaked. Lois Lane grabbed for the headboards, holding on for dear life. Blaze's balls slapped into the reporter's sweaty buttocks with a meat slap-slap-slap...and the reporter knew, deep in her heart, that her chances of getting pregnant were climbing steadily from 1% up to a dead certainty...