Epilogue: No Hiding It Anymore

Lois stared at herself in the mirror as she draped the blouse over her. It fell over her belly, a hard little dome that wouldn't go away, no matter how much she tried to suck it in. The reporter smiled, knowing she couldn't hide her secret anymore. More than that, it was her second trimester. The chances of miscarriage were far lower now. She could use that as an excuse for not telling anyone...especially her sister.

The pregnant reporter let the blouse drop. The devil's mark covered the whole of her abdomen now, deep red as fresh blood, the outermost edges just touching the underside of her breasts, and around to her back, down her inner thighs. A darker line had begun to extend up from her crotch to her belly button, though the doctor had said that was perfectly normal for any pregnancy.

Bigger thighs, Lois thought to herself and grimaced. She was seventeen pounds heavier than when the pregnancy had begun, and it wasn't all going to her belly and breasts. Her ass jiggled a bit now, and the tops of her thighs were starting to rub together, just a little. Not that Blaze minded that at all.

Speak of the devil, Lois thought as a pair of red arms slid around from behind her, cradling the stomach that contained their child. Hot lips pressed at the side of the gravid reporter's neck, and the crimson cock slid against the back of her thighs.

The dickgirl was in her full demon form now, dark horns curling back from her brow, eyes pale and pure white. Her arms were the exact same shade of red as Lois Lane's stomach. For a moment, looking in the mirror, Lois could almost pretend it was Blaze that was pregnant instead of her.

"How's mommy doing today?" Angelica purred, running her hands over the pregnant belly.

"Good, now that the morning sickness seems to have died down. My breasts aren't as sore anymore either."

The hands ran up over the bump and hefted the reporter's tits. Lois stared down at them, still somewhat pleased to see that they had gone up a cup size or two. She hoped it would be permanent, even if it meant they sagged a little. Not much yet though. They had the same half-teardrop shape, nipples jutting out proudly.

"Any cravings?" Blaze whispered, and Lois could feel the cock slip in between her thighs, the cock sliding along her slit. Her body began to heat up, pussy dampening. She swore that the further she got into her pregnancy the easier it was for her to get turned out. There were days when she found it hard to get through work without diving into the restroom to plunge three or four fingers into her sopping cunt.

"Actually," Lois confessed. "I could use a little cream."

Lois sat on the floor, back against the bed. That put her mouth at just the right level for Angelica's cock. She opened wide, reached up to grab the demon's buttocks, and guided her in. The warm feel of the swollen dick-head in her mouth was oddly comforting. The pregnant woman sucked leisurely, letting her tongue play all around the head, playing at the piss-hole, lips locking behind the flare as she began to suck harder, wanting the salty treat from her demonic lollipop.

Blaze laid her hands on the reporter's head, very gently, fingers massaging the scalp rather than trying to **** her face deeper on the cock. They knew each other now, knew what they liked. Sometimes, Lois was in the mood for a face-fucking. But now...well, she had to get ready for work. And she needed her breakfast.

The middle finger of the reporter's right hand teased gently against her lover's asshole. The demon quivered and tensed, just a little, but the soft rosebud relaxed as Lois worked her finger into the colon, gently but firmly, just as the two of them had practiced over long days and nights together. Searching for that hard little fleshy nut, buried not too far in. Lois crooked her finger, sweeping against the soft, hot, familiar colon, and found the prostate. With all the strength she could muster she pressed.

Her demon lover gave out a little groan as the hot spunk filled Lois Lane's mouth, and the pregnant woman swallowed greedily, feeling the satisfaction of a hunger fulfilled.

Unseen by either of them, the scarlet stain crept forward, just intruding onto the underside of the pregnant woman's breasts.