End: ...Cum Speeds Up The Pregnancy

Lois Lane's eyes widened at the demon's words. But she didn't unwrap her lips from Angelica Blaze's pole. Didn't stop tonguing the slit, feeling the salty tingle of precum tickle her tastebuds.

"Some women get kind of addicted to it." Blaze whispered, just loud enough so Lois could hear over the sucking. "But they don't need it. You can overcome your desire with an effort of will. That's the secret you see: you can stop anytime you want."

The human woman, still perched on the edge of her chair, pressed her nose against her lover's crotch. The swollen head brushed the back of the reporter's throat, the smell of sex and sweat filled her nostrils. It was rank in the casually familiar way of an old lover, somehow inviting and musky, a mixture of masculine and feminine, and Lois drank in the odor like a wine.

Deep down, her too-full stomach gurgled.

"I'm going to cum soon," Blaze sounded slightly out of breath, her hips thrusting slightly on their own, bitchbreeder balls slapping lightly against her lover's chin. "You're...so sexy. I wanted to tell you...since you crawled under the table. But I thought...it would be better..." she was huffing now, buttocks flexing, driving the head of her cock just into Lois' throat. "...for you to see...for yourself...oh Shaitan!"

Hands clutched Lois' shoulders, ten nails pressing into the soft flesh. Something hot hit the back of Lois' throat, and she instinctively swallowed. It was warm and runny, but it seemed to stick at the back, so no matter how many times she swallowed, there always seemed to be a little bit of it clinging in there...just enough so Lois could taste it as the shemale withdrew, leaving a slimy trail on her tongue.

The jizz burned hotter as it traveled down Lois Lane's throat. When it hit her stomach, it was like a drop of acid. Heat radiated out from her gut, and she could taste the bile in the back of her throat as her meal threatened to come crawling back up her esophagus. Instinctively, one of Lois' hands went to her mouth, and the other to her stomach as she bent over, ready to heave...

...only something else happened. The flow reversed, shifted. Lois shivered as she felt things change inside her body. Her skin tingled as though suddenly too tight, her stomach shifted from feeling over-full to suddenly empty. And beneath her hand, a new pressure was growing inside of her, very faintly, like a little bloating of the belly. If it hadn't happened so fast, Lois wasn't sure she'd have noticed it at all.

Taking deep breaths, Lois pulled up her shirt. Her stomach was no longer flat. Not entirely. No-one else might notice it, but as someone who stared at it every day, she could see...just begin to see...the gentlest, subtlest of curves beginning right above her mons. She looked up at Blaze, a question in her eyes.

"I'd say...about four weeks along." Angelica licked her lips. "It's not an exact science. When you partake of my essence, it speeds the child's growth. How much depends on...oh, many factors."

She knelt down to lay a hand on Lois' exposed midriff. "They say, some women like it."

Lois laid her hand on top of her lover's, thinking about the child in her belly. Their child.

"And here I was, thinking we'd take this slow," the reporter's voice cracked. "Although I guess the faster this one comes out, the sooner we can start on the next..."

They laughed together, sharing the moment. Neither knowing what the morning might hold, or the next night. What forces might conspire against such a strange and unexpected relationship. But they had this night, wild and carefree, and there were hours left until dawn.