Epilogue: Magical Concealer

"I don't want to hide the pregnancy," Lois Lane explained. "Just...can we conceal the devil's mark?"

Ten weeks into the pregnancy, and the scarlet stain was spreading more each day. So was Lois Lane's waistline. She stared ruefully at the little dome of her belly. Eleven pounds ago, her stomach had been flat and smooth. Now, naked and lying down on the bed, the bulge in her lower abdomen was unmistakable. The scarlet patch of the devil's mark had crested her belly button.

"I can give you a talisman," the devil said. "In fact, I've been...meaning to do this for a while."

Blaze reached up above and behind the headboard, and when her hand came back, there was a small black jewelry box in it. The scarlet succubus turned onto her side to present it to Lois. The reporter didn't dare breathe as she laid it on her stomach, opened it...

Pale gold runes were set in a black band. Diamonds glittered in a pentagram shape.

"Oh...wow," Lois said breathlessly. "This is more than just a magical concealer, isn't it?"

"I was hoping," Angelica said, planting a kiss on the reporter's shoulder. "We could make it official."

Lois held up her left hand. Plucked the heavy ring out of the box. Slid it down her finger. A little tingle went up her spine, as it slid into place. The reporter lifted up the box and levered herself into a half-sitting position. The red skin was gone. She looked like a perfectly normal woman in the early stages of pregnancy. Relief ran through her, and she turned to press her mouth against Blaze.

"Yes," the reporter said. "I'll marry you."

They kissed, and broke apart. Sudden heat stirred in the reporter's pussy. She was engaged. Pregnant. And now that the devil's mark was concealed...

Lois gave her new fiance a wicked grin as she turned Angie onto her back and straddled those hard abs.

The demon's response was to slap her hands on the reporter's ass, to pull her hips up so that the tip of her cock was positioned at the entrance to the reporter's wet, warm tunnel...and then Lois pushed herself back, so that it slid in.

There was times in their relationship when Lois thought she would get tired of the fucking. That he cunt would be too sore, that Blaze thought of her only as a cumdump. Yet as the pregnancy had progressed these last few weeks, Lois found that more and more it was herself that was initiating the sexual encounters...with Angie never being less than enthusiastic, but Lois had felt the hesitancy.

"The more of your cum I get inside me, the more the mark will spread, right?"

Blaze nodded.

"You've been holding back. Because I was concerned about the mark showing."

The demon's smile twisted into an almost apologetic grin: she had been found out.

"Except now, I don't have to worry about that, do I?" Lois leaned down and whispered into her lover's ear: "Then why don't we see how far it can go?"

A part of Lois Lane's mind was already on her wardrobe. What she could wear. Now that she wasn't trying to hide the belly, a part of her wanted to flaunt it. To show the world that she was pregnant and sexy. Her hips rose and fell, pussy squeezing, **** and hungry for cum. It was like the weight of the world had been taken off of her shoulders...and she had a new secret, one she shared with just one other person. The person who was quickly becoming the most important person in her life.

"Cum in me, Angie," Lois said. "Let it go babe. Empty it all into me. I want it...I want all of it...everything you have to give..."

Blaze grunted and grabbed the reporter's hips. She pushed and pulled the pregnant reporter on her dick like a frat boy using an onahole. Lois laughed and bounced, letting her fiance fuck her like a personal sex toy, giddy with excitement at what was about to happen, all the dread and apprehension about sex of the last few weeks gone in an instant.

With a jerk of the hips that lifted Lois clean off the bed, Lois felt the sperm spatter against her cervix in a nasty, goopy wave. Pent-up sexual need unleashed at last, and the ring on her finger tingled slightly. Unseen, the devil's mark crept upwards, and Lois Lane didn't even see it thanks to her magical concealer.