End: Promise To Marry Her

The demon inside Lois Lane's body blushed. She looked away, as though trying to hide her eyes. Curious, Lois slid her cock in as deep into that ass as it could go, reached up and brushed back that black hair...

"Blaze, what is it? Tell me."

The pregnant woman turned her eyes on Lois. She was biting her lower lip in a fashion that Lois herself never would, face betraying some inner struggle—and Lois realized that this must be all so new, so frightening to her, trapped in a human body, impregnated, faced with emotions she had never known, sensations she had never felt, utterly powerless.

"You could...marry me," Blaze said. Her ass squeezed down for a moment on Lois Lane's cock, so hard that the reporter was momentarily afraid she was going to squeeze it off.

Lois smiled. "You sure you want that? To be mine forever and ever, in sickness and in health, 'til **** do us part and all that?" The reporter let her voice drop down to a confidential whisper. "I can be a real bitch. And I'm not sure I can keep away from you with this cock. I might wake up in the middle of the night with a hard on, roll over, and start fucking you even though you're asleep. Or catch you puking into the toilet with morning sickness, and come up behind you and slide down those panties and start fucking your cunt raw and hard. Hell, seeing you give birth is going to be so sexy, if the doctor leaes the room for a minute I might jam my cock up into your bloody hole and dump a fresh load of cum into your twat, just to get a leg up on making the next one..."

The demon chuckled. Lois felt a sense of relief that she could make her smile.

"I want that," Blaze said. "I want all of that. I want to give you secret handjobs at restaurants, and suck your cock in the morning before you go to work until you're just ready to cum, and then make you hold it in all day so that by the time you come home you're ready to just rip my clothes off and fuck my face. I want you to drink my breast milk as you fuck me in the ass and we pick out baby names together, I want...I want..."

"You want us to be a family," Lois finished, eerily sure of Blaze's next words.

"Yeah," the pregnant demon in a woman's body sniffed.

"Okay babe," Lois said. Her hand came to rest on that slim stomach which, until not too long ago, had been her own. "You got it. It'll take a little doing to get the IDs and all that sorted, but I promise. I'll marry you."

"You really mean it?" Blaze sniffed, her eyes tearing up immediately.

"You bet," Lois said, and began to move her hips, sliding in and out of that asshole a little faster. "But right now, I'm going to bust my first nut inside your ass."

A wicked grin crossed Blaze's face—and that was an expression that Lois knew very well, whenever she had gotten something she really wanted.

"Fucking come on then, daddy," Blaze said. "Let's see if you can make my ass pregnant."

Despite the demon's urging to go faster and harder, Lois kept her pace steady and gentle. Her right hand went down to play with Blaze's clit, her left mauled the demon's breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. Blaze still didn't know her own limits—but Lois did. She had a lifetime of experience in getting herself off, and she was bringing that all to play now as her cock pushed in and out, in and out, the pressure at the base of her cock building up...but she didn't want to cum, not until Blaze had.

And she did. The demon's eyes rolled up in her head, back arching, toes curling, nipples hard and Lois wondered what they would look darker and like swollen with milk, and even as Blaze was coming down Lois held that image in her head as she pumped a little faster, a little harder and...

"Uuuuugh!" Lois pumped her load into the asshole that had once been hers.

They caught they breath, the dick stoppering up the jizz, staring into each other's eyes. Lois had no idea how she was going to pull this off—they looked like twins, had the same fingerprints, and Blaze didn't have any ID cards—but she would make it work. She had to.

"That was...different," Blaze said. She squirmed a little. "Like I have to go to the bathroom now. And my asshole hurts a little. Not a sharp pain, but a soreness? I think we need to use more lube next time."

Lois nodded. "Practice makes perfect."

"Absolutely," Blaze agreed...and they laughed, woman and dickgirl.

Maybe it was love. Maybe it was just lust. Yet how many relationships have not started off with an unexpected pregnancy? Already, Lois Lane was thinking beyond the night, to the people she would have to talk to, the paperwork and legalities involved. Yet nothing was impossible...and Lois thought that Blaze Lane had a nice ring to it.