Epilogue: Period of Adjustment

Being mortal had its challenges. Lois Lane had to walk the demon through being human. The hunger, the chills, the need to wipe her ass and brush her teeth. Aiming for the toilet when peeing, and why the sink was not an acceptable target. What a balanced diet was. Why exercise was important. Over the following weeks Lois helped Angelica Blaze through her first urinary tract infection, taught her how to boil water for coffee and spaghetti, and while she never did convince Blaze to wear panties, got her to at least wear a sock around her cock when she was around the house.

The only thing that the former demon needed no education on was making love. In the first week, Lois Lane fucked more than she had in the previous three years. The dickgirl had the stamina and libido of a teenage stud, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones kicking in, but Lois quickly found it incredibly easy to have a dick at hand. All she had to do was stand up and ask for Blaze to fuck her, and the dickgirl would drop whatever she was doing and jog over, cock bouncing, eager to stick it in the reporter's hole, hands running over the bulging belly...and if Lois wasn't wet yet, Angie would drop to her knees and run her tongue up and down the reporter's slit for as long as it took to get the reporter's motor running.

By the end of the second week, Lois was sore down there, and Angie's urethra was burning. The reporter got her some antibiotics and cranberry juice, and they managed, somehow, to go the entire weekend without the dickgirl sticking her cock in the reporter's cunt.

It was nice.

Nice to have someone else around the apartment. To have a warm body curled up against you in bed—Lois thought that Angie would be big into spooning, but it turned out she was more like a cat, who backs up towards you until her butt is pressing into you. The former demon needed that skinship to sleep properly. They took their meals together, talked about many things...Blaze was a font of lore on history, and had a deeply cynical but comprehensive grasp of human nature and psychology...and Lois found she enjoyed talking with her.

There was a bit of worry whenever she left the house, but after the third week and Blaze hadn't burnt anything down or trashed the rooms, Lois felt herself relax a bit on that score. The folks at the office were surprised to see Lois with a baby belly, her stomach practically in her lap, but plenty of women didn't mention their pregnancies until after the danger of miscarriage was past, and more than a few didn't really show until their second or third semester. Lois figured she had a couple months left before maternity leave would **** her to stay home.

Once the UTI cleared up, and Blaze took more meticulous care on the care and cleaning of her dick, they even settled into a nice routine.

Lois would wake up to Blaze's cock nudging about her pussy, finally the purple head slipping in, her lover's hot, sleepy kisses on her neck as she pumped the first load of cum of the day into the reporter. Sometimes Lois got off, sometimes she didn't, but then she would head into the shower and while Blaze made the coffee. A kiss on the cheek, then off to work. Yoga three times a week at home, cardio three times a week at the gym—they made their meals at home, and afterward Angie would eat her pussy while Lois watched television, or Lois would give her a nice, long blowjob while watching porn...and the weekends they would go out on a date and shop. Angie kept the apartment clean, did the laundry and dishes, even some of the cooking for simpler meals...

The one morning, Lois didn't wake up to the by-now-familiar poking of a cock into her pussy. She sat up to find Blaze on the toilet, clutching at her stomach, a terrible worried look on her face.

"I think...I think I'm dying."

Lois felt a bit nauseous herself, and wondered if morning sickness wasn't still an issue, but heaved herself out of bed to see what was the matter, rubbing her gravid abdomen with both hands.

There was blood on the sheets. Little dark drops on the floor leading to the bathroom, and on the tile in the bathroom. Blaze was sitting on the throne, her soft cock—much more of a shower than a grower, it was never less than six inches long, even when completely flaccid—was draped over her left thigh, and she'd pulled her balls up out of the way to give Lois a rare look at the secret that his underneath those precious testes: the slim crease of Angie's labia.

The reporter did a mental calculation.

"Four weeks since you've become human," she judged. "You're just having your period, Angie. Don't demons have periods?"

"No!" The dickgirl said irritably. "How long does this last?"

"Every four weeks from puberty to menopause, unless you get knocked up," Lois said dryly. She laid a hand on her own stomach. "Speaking of which, I should be having mine right about now, but since I'm not..."

"But what do I do?" Angelica Blaze said.

"Well, first off, if you masturbate try not to get any cum in your quim," Lois said. "But I'll show you how to use a tampon, and get you a hot water bottle and some tea before I go to work..."

The dark eyes that stared at Lois could have belonged to a puppy in a window.

"...or I can call in sick to work and we can spend the day in bed," Lois said with a sigh.

"That," Blaze said. "Let's do that."

Lois smiled as she went to make the call...wondering just when and how she had settled into such cozy domesticity...and a part of her wondered what might have happened, if things had turned out any differently on her night out. She supposed she'd never know.