End: Lois Decides She Likes Being Pregnant

"The light's better in the bedroom," Blaze said, holding up the camera.

Lois wandered back down toward the bed. Her hands kept going down to her stomach, even though there was nothing to see or feel. Not yet. In a few weeks... She felt like she was in shock, unable to get over the reality of the situation.

"Do you think you'll like being pregnant?" Angelica asked.

The reporter climbed on the bed.

"I don't know. I never have been before."

"No? Not even once? No little accidents?"

"No," Lois said firmly. Her hands lifted her shirt and tossed it at Blaze's feet. "I was always so careful. I never made love to anyone without a condom...I was on birth control for years...until a few months ago. I hadn't had sex in so long, and I wasn't in a relationship and...I just stopped it. I'd been reading about the side effects of birth control use, and since I wasn't with anybody..."

"Until you were with me," Blaze said.

Lois covered her breasts with her hands as she turned toward her lover...and a shock went through her as she saw her lover, as if for the first time.

Her skin was blood red. Dark horns curled up from her brow. Little pink nipples like strawberries stared out at Lois, the cock hanging between her legs swayed back and forth, pointing at Lois like a third eye. Yet there was no shock in this at all. Lois felt as if somehow she had always seen Blaze like this, but her mind had somehow played over it.

The camera flashed.

"Hold up your tits."

Lois shifted her position to face the camera. Her hands slid down. The reporter's barely-palmable breasts couldn't shift much, but she held them up anyway. A part of her wondered if her breasts would fill out with pregnancy. She remembered that her mother's breasts had gotten much bigger when she was pregnant with Lois' sister.

She remembered to smile this time.

Blaze took the instant film as it emerged from the camera and set it aside. She was smiling, that cocky half-smile as if she knew something that Lois didn't.

"How about one of your pussy? Where all the magic happened."

Lois laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. Hands above her head.

It was on this bed. She thought. I got impregnated on this bed. How did I...why did I...

She smiled. The camera flashed. Blaze plucked out the developing photograph.

"Spread your pussy. Let's see some pink."

There was only the barest flutter of embarrassment as Lois reached down to spread her labia. After all, this was just for the two of them...and Angelica had seen it all before...Lois remembered to smile for the camera as it flashed again, and a fraction of her concerns just seemed to melt away as Blaze slid onto the bed, her crimson cock hard.

"Let's try an action shot."

Lois didn't say anything as her lover held the camera with one hand, and used the other to slide the tip of her scarlet schlong back inside the reporter's baby hole. The pregnant woman's heart pounded more quickly. It was so hard to believe that she was pregnant...

The camera flashed.

The cock plunged in deep.

"Ah!" Lois gasped. A red hand slid onto her stomach, right above where her womb should be.

"Do you think you're going to like being pregnant?"

The hand stayed there as the cock slid out, then back in. Slow, slick, easy. Lois was surprised at how wet she was, how her pussy seemed to suck Blaze back in. She wondered if Blaze would still fuck her like this, when she was huge...

"Will you still fuck me like this?" Lois asked suddenly. "When I'm big and fat?"

The camera dropped away from her face. Pure white eyes stared into Lois Lane's own.

"Sweetmeat, I swear on my name that will never not want to fuck you. No matter how big you get. I promise. And I do not give my promises lightly."

Lois picked up the camera. Her heels came up behind the demon's buttocks, and guided her balls-deep into the pregnant cunt once again. She aimed down at their conjoined crotch.

"Then...I don't think I mind being pregnant at all."

The camera flashed. One more for their private album. The reporter checked the dial of how much film they had left.

"Only one left," she said, putting the camera aside. "Why don't we make it an after-action shot?"

Blaze grinned, showing her teeth. "I warn you, I might have trouble controlling myself, fucking my pregnant girlfriend."

"Your pregnant girlfriend," Lois tossed back, "Is going to give you some trouble if you don't fuck her like you were going to knock her up all over again."

"Hmmf," Blaze said as she leaned forward, sliding her hips in and out. Her head hung low, eclipsing the light. Tilted so that their lips could meet.

No handcuffs this time, no blindfolds or toys. There would be time enough for that in the weeks and months to come. Time enough for many other things too—in the back of Lois Lane's mind she was already thinking of names, nurseries, maternity leave, a shotgun wedding—but right here and now, she was thinking about how she loved the way Blaze's cock slid over her g-spot, how she seemed to fill her pussy so full without it hurting, how wet and eager her kisses got as her thrusts sped up, the demon's whole body shaking as she was ready to cum but holding out, waiting for Lois to cum first...

Lois wasn't in the mood to wait. Her hands came up and grabbed those strawberry-colored nipples, pulled and twisted. Blaze moaned ever as her wet, sticky seed shot forward into the pregnant pussy, sperm headed toward her cervix, unaware that the reporter's baby room was already full.

Blaze took the camera as she pulled out, Lois spreading her pussy lips wide and raising her ass so that the photo could capture the full glory of her creampie. The first of many.

I really do think, Lois thought. That I like being pregnant. As long as I don't have to do it alone.

The film ran out. The night did not end there, nor did the story of Lois Lane and Blaze. Nine months is a long time for things to happen...but that is a story for another time.