End: I'll Do My Best, Sweetmeat

The words were beamed straight into Lois Lane's skull. Blaze's lips and tongue were busy sucking her own cum out of the pregnant reporter's pussy.

It was crazy. Reckless. Out of character. Both of them were smart enough to know the odds were against them, both of them knew that some people just weren't meant to be together, that some relationships didn't work out.

Yet, as Lois reflected to herself as she gripped Blaze's horns tight, what about our relationship hasn't been weird? Maybe we just bring out the crazy in each other. Maybe we just...fit.

The reporter let loose a soft sigh as she imagined herself growing, day after day, week after week, impossibly, terribly pregnant. Twelve eggs released, and all those millions of sperm inside of her. She was going to be absolutely massive and...as crazy and stupid and nonsensical as it was, Lois could feel her knees shiver as she thought of being so pregnant that she couldn't even put her hands around her belly. Sure, she still wanted to be the greatest reporter at the Daily Planet...but the thought of being the most fertile woman there just did something to her. Like some untapped realm of sexual kink had been unlocked, one that she could never have found with Superman or anyone else.

"We have to make it work, babe," Lois said as the demon's tongue squirmed inside her slit. "We have to. We're smart, we can do it...just find a way to be together...and not just for the kids' sake.

Lois leaned forward...and Blaze bent backward. Until her head touched the floor, and Lois was in a squat on her lover's face. The pregnant woman's hips shifted back and forth as she ground her cunny against the demon's chin and lips and nose, the scarlet succubus who had the power to lay waste to cities utterly powerless against the all-consuming lust of the woman who used her face like a bicycle seat.

"Maybe...maybe if we hide the fact that you're a demon...move somewhere else...a nice big place with enough room for the kids...good schools...soundproof walls so I can ride your dick every night..."

In her head, Lois Lane planned for the future they might have together. It was nothing like the future she had once dreamed of...and it was all because of her night out. The decisions she had made. The questions she had asked and the answers she had given. Much of what she had done was completely out of character for her...yet Lois could not feel any regret at that. She reached back to grab the demon's stiff prick with one hand, and felt the slimy head leak onto her palm.

"You know," Lois said, her voice low and husky. "As long as I'm carrying twelve, what's one more? What do you say, babe? Want to go for a baker's dozen of babies?"

The demon Blaze moaned into the reporter's cunt...but knew that she could deny her lover nothing. They had already come too far, done too much, and neither of their lives would ever be the same.

I'll do the best I can, sweetmeat, Blaze promised as Lois dragged herself off of the demon's face, to leave a slimy trail all the way down to that stiff dick.