End: Lois Gets Hard

As if on cue, Lois Lane's penis rose to the occasion. It still looked like Blaze's dick...the same shape, the same color...but where it pressed against Lois's body there was not a fine line of demarcation, but a slow fade that merged into the reporter's pale skin, with a few red blobs.

Blaze leaned back on the bed, legs spread. The reporter's pussy was pale against the red skin of the demon's crotch, with that same faded appearance.

"Did you make that up?" The reporter said. "Or am I just horny because you're presenting yourself to be fucked?"

"Does it matter?" Blaze lifted her legs and slid them against Lois's hips. "I'm here, begging to be fucked. You know sex is good for pregnant women."

The lashes fluttered over the pure white eyes.

Lois hesitated.

"I don't like the idea of you controlling my body. Any part of my body."

"But you like the idea of those big balls slapping against my ass, cock buried deep in this wet cunt as I moan like a bitch in heat," the demon countered.

Lois made a noise in her throat. The demon had a point.

"This is just all so sudden," the reporter sighed as she sank down onto the bed. She guided the tip of her dick down to Blaze's pussy—it was hard to think of it as Blaze's dick, or the pussy she was about to fuck as her own. "I mean, I started out this evening going to a club to find some missing women, and now I have a dick..."

"...and a pregnant girlfriend," Blaze added.

Lois made a face. "Girlfriend? I mean, we barely know each other."

"We can fix that," Blaze said. Her legs closed on the reporter's ass, and the dick drove back into the cum-slick cunt. Demon and dickgirl sighed in unison.

"Look, I know this is...unexpected for the both of us," Blaze said as she reached up to interlock her fingers behind Lois Lane's neck. The succubus drew the reporter down on top of her. "But think of the benefits: we both get a child...and sex..."

"I'm not 15 anymore," Lois sighed. "The prospect of endless free sex is...um..."

The reporter paused. She hadn't had anything between her legs that didn't run on batteries for at least six months now, maybe more. Her cock was so sensitive...and the pussy was so warm and wet and tight...and there was a kind of suction that seemed to suck her in...

"...what was I saying?" the reporter finished.

Blaze drew her down until their noses touched. Their eyes met.

"You were saying," she said. "That you wanted to get to know me better. And at some point we need to have boring conversations about the pregnancy, and what kind of relationship we want. For right now though...I think maybe you want to fuck me like you were going to put another baby in my belly."

Lois swallowed hard.

"Because I know that's what I want you to do," the demon added.

Somewhere, as dawn threatened to break over Metropolis, Superman saved the world. Batman returned from his patrol of the streets of Gotham. Maria closed up the club on her own, not sure where her boss had gone off to. A fertilized egg carefully attached itself to the uterus that had once belonged to Lois Lane.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter could still feel her cock...and the hand of the scarlet succubus who snored gently next to her, that held it protectively. Exhausted from her night out, Lois sighed and closed her eyes. Her life had changed suddenly, dramatically...and Lois couldn't tell if it was for the worse or for the better.