Epilogue: A Visit From An Old Friend

Metropolis. Two weeks later.

Periods do not follow the niceties of clocks. They come on when they are ready. Sometimes that meant Lois woke up with a pair of panties that looked like a crime scene, and sometimes, like today, that meant in the middle of the day her cramps would start, and Lois would have to grimace and power through it until the end of the day when she could go home and lay down with a glass of wine and a hot water bottle.

It wasn't just the fact that Lois could feel the stickiness around her thighs that meant she had to toss these panties that gnawed at her though, as she took the long, lonely elevator ride down to ground level. It was what it represented. That night in Cancun...a part of Lois had really hoped that would be it. The moment. That she was pregnant. For the next couple of weeks the reporter had taken care to steer clear of ****, exercise moderately, eat right...she'd binged websites on pregnancy, price-compared prenatal vitamins, stared at her flat abs in the mirror every day as if she could see it growing already.

Now, all for nothing.

Lois Lane knew she shouldn't be surprised. Real life wasn't like those high school sex ed movies where a girl has sex once and ends up with a baby on the way. In real life, couples could take months, years to get pregnant. And Lois was over thirty. Grim thoughts hounded the reporter's steps as the sun set over the city, wondering if she had missed her fertility window. If there was something wrong with her.

She wasn't prepared for the six feet of Satanic sex squeezed into a pair of leather pants and a black sleeveless wifebeater waiting at the door to her apartment.

"Hey, sweetmeat," Blaze gave her infamous Mona Lisa smile. Even in her human guise, there was something devilish about her features, now that Lois knew to look for it. The way the cheeks were so prominent, how the broad forehead was just made for the horns that were currently hidden beneath the glamour. The canine teeth just a little too long and sharp.

"Angie," Lois said. "What are you doing he—Great Caesar's ghost, is that chocolate?"

The succubus had produced a box of brownies from behind her back. Lois quickly opened the door and ushered the demon across her threshold. She popped the top on the assortment and quickly grabbed at a thick, fudgy square. Her teeth bit into it. Some sort of filling she wasn't familiar with, but it was good chocolate...and despite what some women would claim was an unrealistic stereotype, the reporter had always found chocolate helped her get through a rough period.

"Might want to go easy on those, sweetmeat," Blaze said with a chuckle. "They're edibles."

Lois looked up. She had hoovered four of the small, fudge-like brownies and was in the act of biting into a fifth when the meaning of the demon's words came through to her.

"They're marijuana brownies?" Lois asked.

"Yeah. I decided to buy a dispensary. Legalized **** are where it's at these days," the demon looked around the reporter's apartment with interest. "Sorry for dropping in unannounced, I was just curious about the state of our little...project."

Lois sighed. She chewed the half-eaten brownie slowly as she went about the process of fetching a glass and pouring herself some milk. The reporter didn't want to sit down, at least not until she'd had a chance to peel off these pants and deal with the mess she knew lurked there.

"Well, I just started my period," Lois said. "So our 'project' went nowhere."

"Ah," Blaze said. She frowned.

They stood in silence. Lois, even though she knew she shouldn't, reached for another piece of cannabis fudge. She didn't have much experience with marijuana, but she had heard they helped with period cramps, and right now she would take what help she could get.

"Look, I've got a pair of bloody panties I need to strip off, can you..entertain yourself for a bit while I take a shower and get cleaned up?"

The demon blinked. Lois wasn't sure why, but she seemed 'off' somehow. Maybe it was just because Lois was treating her appearance so very casually. In truth, the reporter didn't feel afraid of her. It was hard to find much mystique when she'd already ridden the Satanic succubus' cock.

Yet Cancun was ever so far away and long ago.

In the bathroom, Lois peeled off the panties. The flow was worse than she'd thought. She didn't even try to save the panties, just tossed them in the wastebasket and climbed into the shower. Dried menses washed down her legs in dilute red rivers. The cramping had subsided to a general low ache...and Lois wondered if it was really a period, of if she had been pregnant and had miscarried. Either was possible, and she didn't know how to tell the difference.

The thought saddened her as she toweled off. Naked, she strode back out to the bedroom—it was nothing Angie hadn't seen anyway—to grab an old pair of panties and a pad—and stepped into a darkened room lit only by black candles. The sheets on her bed had been changed, replaced with a dark sea of black silk, and Blaze sat naked at the edge of the bed, hard and ready for her, horns visible above her head, white eyes a-glow.

"Angie..." Lois blinked, shook her head. "I'm on my period."

"So?" The demon said, voice pitched low and sultry.

"I can't get pregnant tonight."

"So?"

"So, I—don't you want to get me pregnant?" Lois asked.

"Absolutely," the scarlet succubus said.

Lois frowned. "But you want to have sex now?"

"You don't?" Blaze asked. Her cock bobbed a little, as if making a come-hither gesture.

"Even though I'm on my period?" Lois felt she was belaboring the point, but in truth she hadn't imagined sex would be on the menu tonight, if ever.

"Sweetmeat, come sit on my face and I'll tell you exactly how sweet your blood is," the demon challenged.

Lois hesitated—although she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she was used to it being so taboo. None of her other lovers had ever wanted to touch her during her period, and given how heavy the reporter's flow was sometimes she hadn't really blamed them. It felt supremely weird to be in a position of actually being wanted while she was on her period.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," the reporter said as she turned off the light in the bathroom and stepped toward the demon.

"Think of it this way," Blaze said dryly, as she extended her arms. "On the beach, we thought of it as a race against time. Now, there's no pressure. We can go as fast or slow as we want. Enjoy ourselves a little. Have fun."

The demon's smile widened into that toothy grin that few people saw. "There's no harm in trying, is there?"

Lois gripped Blaze's arms as she crawled into the demon's lap. Blindly she angled her pussy down toward the stiff prick. It took a few tries to get the head and the entrance to her pussy to line up right...and Blaze's cock was hot, hotter than her hot water bottle, and as Lois sank down on it she felt the heat radiate out through her, so that some of the sore muscles relaxed, a little.

Blaze's arms closed around her. Hugged and supported Lois as she started to move. Slowly, achingly slowly at times. In truth, the reporter found herself comfortable back in those arms...and Blaze's hands slid down to grab her ass, and it was...there was no word for it, in English. For the feel of an old and familiar lover who held you in their arms once again. Yet that was what Lois Lane experienced right now.

And if she couldn't get pregnant tonight? Well, there were other nights to come.