Quiet Delight

The Mona Lisa broadened. White teeth showed between the bright red lips. The pure white eyes opened wide and took on a luminescence.

"I'm...your girlfriend?" Blaze's voice was almost a whisper.

"Well, if we're going to be together...and you sounded like you wanted to be with me, help provide and care the pregnancy and the babies...those are things a girlfriend does," Lois squeezed her pussy. She reached up and booped the scarlet succubus' nose. "Assuming you want to be my girlfriend."

"I've just...I've never had a girlfriend before," Blaze said. Her hips moved on their own, the cock slid in and out of the reporter's cum-slick slit with slow, regular strokes. "I...I don't know what to do!"

Lois grinned. "Well, we'll start slow. Take me out for dinner. Remember my birthday and our anniversary. Eat my pussy out regularly. Go with me to doctor's appointments."

"I can do that!" Blaze said, puppy-eager. "I'm good at eating pussy! The best!"

"Then, m-maybe after we get...more acquainted," Lois huffed as the demon began to speed up. "You can stay over at my place...and we can talk about...moving in together. M-meet my family...holidays..."

The demon grabbed the reporter's ass and rolled...and Lois felt a blur of movement as if falling through empty space. The room blurred and shifted...Lois was aware of her clothes tumbling with her through the void...and when they landed, and the universe righted itself, they were on the reporter's bed in her apartment, Blaze beneath her, the reporter on-top. Lois Lane's hands almost instinctively came down on top of her lover's tits, the puffy pink nipples poking up between her fingers like unripe strawberries.

Blaze's grin was wide. "We don't have to take it so slow. I could move in right now...and fuck you every night..."

The reporter chewed that thought. It was a big step...and she had already taken several big steps tonight. She was pregnant, she had a girlfriend...did she really want to invite this demon she had barely known into her home? It was one thing to invite her into her life, given the circumstances, but the reporter knew she could get territorial about her time, her space...

On the other hand, the reporter could feel her hips grind, the demon's cock rubbed against just the right spot inside of her...and Lois Lane knew she could get used to having that dick on tap.