Epilogue: Living In Sin

"Look, I just want to know if I have a bigger cock."

"I told you, Angie," Lois sighed. "I have not fucked Superman. I am not fucking Superman. The only one I'm fucking is you."

The reporter sighed, one hand rubbing her stomach. Four weeks of living together, and this was what their conversations consisted of. She decided to change the subject.

"How was work today?" she asked.

The demon, who had abandoned her human form and clothes as soon as she came in the door, fidgeted.

"We got raided by the cops," she mumbled. "They shut us down."

The reporter's eyes shot open.

"For what?" she asked.

"Oh, the usual. No business license, no liquor license, no taxes paid, **** use in the bathrooms, hooking on the premises, couple guys got in a fight and ended up in the hospital, some sort of antibiotic-resistant gonorrhea outbreak among the strippers, public health crisis when the toilets stopped working and backed up, some underage kids snuck in..." The demon shrugged her crimson shoulders. "...and the cops I tried to pay off turned to be honest, so bribery too. I had to teleport when they tried to arrest me."

Lois sat down on the couch. Blaze reached over and put a hand on her stomach, smiled as she felt the little bump there.

"So, you're out of a job." The pregnant reporter said.

"I don't need a job. I can materialize wealth just by imagining it." The demon snapped her fingers and a gold bar appeared, balanced on Lois Lane's knees.

"Where did you get that?" She asked, suddenly cross.

"Some bank vault. Does it matter?"

"Yes. Put it back. I told you: no villainy."

"Fine," Blaze rolled her eyes, and the weight on the reporter's knees disappeared. "I could get a job as a camwhore."

Lois frowned.

"Oh, come on!" The dickgirl hissed. "It's legal!"

"As long as you pay taxes." Lois muttered. "Although I kind of like having you...all to myself."

"Oh yeah?" Blaze's voice sank down a register, husky and deep. Her hand slipped down from Lois' belly to the top of her skirt. "Does the thought of me jerking off on camera make you jealous?"

"Yes," Lois said, shifting her position a little, letting the demon's fingers slip into her waistband.

This was how it was with them. They were a disaster together. Blaze had never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a seduction, Lois had never lived with anyone for more than three days before pitching them and their shit out. Everything was a fucking battle. She had to buy new toothbrushes when she found out what Blaze was using hers for. Now she wasn't even bringing in any money...and with the baby on the way...

"Maybe I can get you a job at the Daily Planet," Lois huffed as the fingers slipped inside her panties, rubbing gently at her muff. Blaze's other hand was behind her back, unhooking the reporter's bra. The dickgirl was an absolute fiend for her titties, and Lois knew it was only going to get worse as the pregnancy wore on.

The only place where they got along, absolutely, was in bed. Blaze couldn't get enough of her...and Lois couldn't get enough of Blaze. She got wet, and Blaze got hard. Blaze got hard, and she got wet. If they had just been fuckbuddies, it would have been perfect.

Instead, they were trying to make an actual relationship of it, living in sin.

"I'll help you with your resume," Lois panted as the demon's lips found her nipple. Sometimes Blaze liked to try and take the whole tit in her mouth, tongue twirling gently around it. The reporter reached out and grabbed the demon's hard cock, pumping it gently, running her thumb over the tip to feel the dribble of pre-cum.

Lois knew they needed to talk about this. Really talk about it. Serious adult-time conversation. But instead she found they were moving, shifting position on the couch. The reporter set on the demon's face, and Lois had her own mouth open wide to swallow that cock.

Her cock, and hers alone.