Epilogue: A Much Needed Conversation

The apartment rocked and rattled under the duress and **** it was put through, photos and pictures rattled within their frames.

Upturned furniture and shredded clothing littered the halls, a somewhat macabre if perverted trail leading to the apartment's bedroom.

How had it come to this? Lois Lane pondered inwardly to herself, she had quit the office and returned back home shortly after she had finished up with Clark. Fire in every step, driving her back with a near manic sort of energy. Angie, had thought her a weakling, a child to pulled around by primal urge and energy. Though perhaps she thought wryly there was some merit to the notion considering the current situation.

She had scarcely crossed the threshold into the apartment before Blaze made her apologetic appearance, likely to console her after her new found genital's were locked away by magical means. For her own good of course, for Angie's own good. She must have realized however that her appeal to Man of Steel to broach the subject had not been successful rather quickly though given the slight paling of her crimson skin given the storm cloud that made up Lane's face.

A red haze fell upon her vision, she was thought an unworthy partner, wife, protector. Someone to be shielded against this magnificent energy that flowed through her veins, the increasingly black veins of her body pulled taut against the skin of her throat as she shallowed down her immediate wrath. She would master this body, she would master this power, she would not longer be a damsel in distress to be saved. She refused, biting into her lip to still herself she let out a groan of frustration before the haze began to abate.

"You thought to involve him in our affairs." Lois could muster after a moment, all but spitting the words as the fury once more began pressing inward upon her mind.

"I thought you'd listen to him." Blaze offered weakly barely meeting Lois's charged glare with a rather saddened looking smile.

"So rather then coming to me with this, you know your wife!" Lois hissed, the pure audacity and outrage of this notion leaking through with every word. "You went and involved the man I formerly..." Lois trailed off, uncertain as the energy that pushed her forward suddenly abated in the wake of the confusing ball of emotion that made her feelings towards him.

"I am sorry." Angelica intoned once more. "Look at yourself." She continued. "Even now you have to fight it every step of the way, it will only grow worse as the concentrations of power intensify before you cease to be a human all together. " She intoned, almost pleadingly. "I know it seems demeaning, humiliating even but if I had come to you with this would you have listened?" She placed a single red hand upon Lane's shoulder as their eyes met.

"Its my decision." Lois all but spat. Her fury replaced by a forlorn obstinacy, as she undid her headscarf, revealing the pink nubs that erupted forth from her skull. The beginning of horns seemingly larger then they had been even this morning. The mixing of reddish infernal crimson and her natural skin beginning to blend further and further down the skull.

In that moment Angelica realized that she had failed utterly on all fronts of this conflict. She had hoped to entreat the Reporter with an appeal of loss of control, of what was best for her, their child and even Lois herself. In that instance she realized she should have taken more preventive steps much earlier in the process of...demonification. Even if she convinced Lois her and now to adopt temporary celibacy, the damage seemed done. She approaching the threshold where she would begin to become more demon then human.

Lois placed a hand upon Blaze's cheek, it was comforting, strong and an utter sincerity that the demon could scarce ever remembering feeling before even in her centuries of life seemed to permeate it. "I would never hurt you or our child." Lois offered softly, gently, so assuring yet soothing that Angelica couldn't help but believe her even though in her heart of hearts she knew that the possibility existed. That taking anyone or anything at its word was the path of fools but she had never felt what she felt for this mortal called Lois Lane before either.

An unasked question hung in the air. 'Would she blame for what she is going through now, would she hate me?'

A smoldering heat seemed to engulf Lois as she let out a soft, almost plaintive whine. To think she would have to forgo relations with her spouse, her beautiful, bewitching wife for a month had accepted the offer to wear that cage. It might've been worthwhile to forgo humanity just for that, say what you will of her past deeds, acts and crimes but...She was wed to the ruler of hell, a succubus essentially now that her male essence had been transferred.

Lois had her fingers slowly tracing down Angelica's skin from her face until they came to the pert uplift in her clothing that hid her breasts away.

"I think you are worth the loss of humanity love." Lois whispered with devious intent as she gently bit into the curve of the demon's ear.

Their bedroom, their bed, themselves they all reeked of the activity they had been engaged at least according to the nightstand mounted clock before it had been knocked aside as Angie was brought to another spasming orgasm for at least the last six hours.

"Apologize for your betrayal." Lois demanded in a low guttural moan. Breath gathered around her lips, she felt hot, powerful...primal. Her hips never seeming to stop with their impacts as she slammed into Angelica's dripping wet snatch with a intensity that would make professional actors in porn blush. Pools of her arousal littered the bed, the squelching of her hips meeting her lover only seemingly to cause the unceasing flow to intensify further.

Lois watched in a sort of displaced fascination as it seemed as the reddish skin that began at the points of her where her elongated nails began seemingly was spreading upward across her hands. The texture seemed unchanged, still smooth and blemish free but she could feel the difference within herself. She plunged back into Angelica with a renewed frenzy that caused the ruler of hell to actually jolt and spasm in almost seizure like fashion as she came once more upon Lois's cock.

"Babe I'm sorry!" Blaze groaned out under the ministrations of the demonically charged woman. Animal like gasps and moans continued to rock her frame as the Daily Planet's Greatest Journalist railed into her with increasingly inhuman ferocity.

Lois for her part was overcome by just how glorious she felt at this moment. Here and now sheathed within her wife, she felt like a goddess, a queen.

She felt it within herself, the weakening tattered shreds of her soul begging her to pull free from the honey trap of the succubus before her, the strengthening of her musculature with every thrust, her muscles seemingly less tired with every thrust as her stamina improved well beyond that of a normal human. She for her part was well beyond caring, it felt good to be within Angie. It felt right to be within Angie and considering what was growing within that womb of hers. To stay at her side throughout the centuries, making more with her...it was enough to bring to climax once again she let out a groan of relief.

It wasn't enough though, the fires of lust within her were intensifying not lessening. She felt herself grow hard within Blaze once more. Seconds later the thrusting resumed, every bump of her hips forward brought her joy, she was meant to reject this? To retain what? Her powerless former existence? Hah, it was a joke and a not very funny one to boot.

"You went behind my back!" Lois all but growled. The betrayal against her had been forgiven but not forgotten as she pressed her demonic lover deeper into the mattress, the frame of the bed rattling with every thrust. The noise of their bodies coiling together, more frenzied animalistic rutting then anything soft or tender. Lois had learned from their first coupling that Blaze enjoyed the rougher aspects of sex, to be dominated and fucked into the mattress with the intensity to crack concrete.

The only difference now was...she felt like she actually could do that.