Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Is On Lois' Mind?

Is The Baby Okay?

A wave of maternal concern and guilt ripped through Lois as her hands immediately went to her flat stomach, hoping that they hadn't just fucked so hard they'd aborted the antichrist.

Although... Lois mused. ...I guess that would mean we'd have to make another...

"What's wrong, pet?" Angelica sat down on the floor next to Lois, her now-flaccid cock drooling the last drops of cum into the carpet.

The reporter confessed her fears.

Blaze said nothing, but when Lois was done she reached one spiky arm around the human woman's shoulders, hugging her close.

"There, there, pet. It can take hours—days—for a human woman to conceive. And such spawn of Earth and Hell are durable beyond most frail embryos."

Lois sniffed. "You mean we can still fuck when I'm fat and hideous?"

"You will never be hideous, sweetmeat." Blaze planted a kiss on her forehead. "And I like women with a few curves. As for hard fucking...the embryo is viable from conception. Once it is conceived, even if you tried to abort the little bastard, you would still be the mother of the antichrist."

"That's terrible," Lois sniffed, smiling. "Seriously disgusting. So you could just rip me open and take it out and the baby would be fine?"

"Yes," Blaze kissed her lower, at the corner of her mouth. "Although I don't plan to do that. After all, then I couldn't impregnate you again..."

Lois gave a short laugh. She reached over and grabbed Blaze's limp prick, idly stroking the demonic dong. It sat in her hand like a fat red slug, pulsing gently with life.

"So there's nothing to worry about?" The reporter asked.

"Not a th—"

The door exploded in a cloud of splinters. Instinctively, Lois raised a hand to cover her eyes. She felt Blaze's body tense against her own the demon shifting to shield the reporter. Lois distinctly heard a voice shout out:

"She's fornicating with the evil one!"

It was a screechy, preachy voice. One that dredged up memories of Catholic school, wimples, hard rulers on knuckles, contraband books, smoking behind the gym, and abstinence-only education. All things Lois would rather not be reminded of when her hand was curled around a demonic girldick and with a fresh load of infernal spunk in her pussy.