End: I'll Be Your Girlfriend

"I've never been a girlfriend before."

Wonder in Blaze's voice. The demon ran her hand over her girlfriend's slightly protuberant pregnant abdomen. Lois smiled, stretched like a cat. Not the way she had thought this night would end, but somehow...she wasn't unhappy at the turn of events.

"What do girlfriends...do?" Blaze asked.

"Go on dates. Eat out, watch movies together. It's not all fucking." Lois teased.

The reporter pulled away from her newly-minted girlfriend and stood up. A little off-balance from her new weight, she staggered...and then caught herself. Began to move through a slow yoga pose or two, letting her sex-weary muscles stretch, getting used to the new center of gravity.

"Is that all?" Blaze said...and Lois saw she had taken a more human form. No more horns and fangs, skin a pale olive that could have passed for anything from Spanish to Egyptian. But her eyes, the reporter noted, were now the exact same shade of violet as her own.

"Well, since we have four little ones on the way—we should probably think of names. Go shopping for cribs and clothes. Think about moving in together." Lois tapped her hands on her small, hard belly. "My gynecologist is going to be in for a shock. You could come with me to appointments."

Blaze nodded.

"I...wish to be a good girlfriend," she said.

There was a hesitation in her voice that made Lois smile. It felt like dating a virgin. One with a massive cock that knew how to use it, but the social ineptitude was almost...sweet.

"Let's go get food," the reporter said. "Our first date out as a couple."

Somewhere, lightning struck. Something like thunder rolled over Lois, so that she closed her eyes...and when she opened them again, she found herself dressed in a black dress that she didn't own, standing before a table. The reporter blinked, and Blaze coughed, moving to get her chair for her.

The dickgirl was dressed in a simple black suit and white shirt. No tie, nor did the cut of the suit do anything to hid her breasts...or the bulge of her cock, if you knew to look for it. Lois sank into chair gratefully. An Asian waitress came over with tea and took their order.

"Is teleportation bad for the babies?" Lois asked when they were alone again.

"I...didn't think of that," the violet-eyed dickgirl said. She frowned. "It should not be, but it would perhaps be better to refrain from excessive use of it."

Lois sighed and poured a cup of tea. Her belly growled. The babies were hungry.

"We need to work on our communication."

Blaze sat quietly for a minute. "I...don't know what to say. Normally I'm trying to seduce someone, or threaten them, or bargain."

Lois smiled. "Well, it's typical for girlfriends to get to know each other better. So tell me, darling: have you ever eaten a pregnant woman's pussy?"

The dickgirl paused in thought.

"I have engaged in tens of thousands of sex acts over my centuries of life," she said. "I have fucked entire generations; a thousand virgins have lost their maidenhead on my tongue, dozens of pregnant wives have broken their vows on my cock. But no, I do not believe I have performed cunnilingus on a pregnant woman."

"Good," the reporter said, then sipped her tea. "It will please me to be your first."

The silence reigned over the table again, though this time it was pregnant with a certain promise as understanding dawned on Blaze. A bit of color rose in her face.

"Now?"

"After we eat," Lois said. "It'll give you time to think about it."

A strange miracle happened. Blaze laughed. Lois smiled to see her girlfriend chuckle—honestly, and completely free of any diabolic emotion or portentious plan. It was a very human gesture.

The ice broken, they enjoyed dinner. Talked and joked, and...Lois Lane didn't know if this was love, just yet. She had never been in love, really. But maybe it was the pregnancy hormones and the pleasant buzz of sex and the light sweat that really good Szechuan cuisine will raise on the skin, but she was having a good time and felt a connection with Blaze that she hadn't felt with anybody else. After eating what would normally be far too much—but was probably just about right for a woman carrying quadruplets—the waitress collected the plates.

"Can I call you Angelica?" Lois asked, as she broke open a fortune cookie.

"Of course," Blaze blinked. "It is my human name. I have identification, even a Social Security Number. I even file taxes. It is useful for..."

"...to have a cover identity for your villainy," Lois finished. "It's okay. I mean, it's not okay, but you get what I mean."

"Yes," Blaze said. She handed the waitress a black credit card when she came with the bill. "I won't...allow that part of my life to affect us. Or the children."

Lois smiled. "Good. Now tell me, since you've had some time to think about it, how you're going to eat my pussy when we get home."

"First, I want to smell you. Just bury my nose in your pubic hair. Let me tongue roll out and open my mouth wide to capture your scent," her girlfriend began. "Then I want to spread your little slit with my fingers, and..."

The pregnant reporter listened, smiled. Her eyes were on the thin strip of paper, her mouth crunching the sweet cookie.

A NEW FRIEND HELPS YOU BREAK OUT OF AN OLD ROUTINE.

"...in bed," Lois finished.

"What?" Angelica Blaze said, as she was describing in excruciating detail the shapes her tongue would take to tickle the reporter's clit.

"I'll tell you about it when we get home," Lois Lane said with a smile. "Let's get a cab; you've already gotten me all wet..."

Lois Lane's night out would come to an end with her new girlfriend's tongue buried between the pregnant woman's legs. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter would muffle her screams with a pleasure as her thighs quaked, and the fetuses moved within her growing womb. She wondered how else this night might have ended—what would have happened if she had done anything different. Yet right then and there, as Blaze ran her long tongue up the dome of her small belly, the hard cock throbbing and promising to leave Lois sore and unable to walk in the morning...the reporter knew that she was quite content with the choices she had made.