Epilogue: Afterbirth

After the baby came the placenta. The demon dealt with that, quietly and efficiently, while mother and child lay back against the pillows in the bed. The exhausted reporter watched the scarlet succubus pick up the book and place it out of the way on a bookshelf, before crawling back into the bed.

"What do you think we should name her?" Blaze whispered, staring down at the small pink form that was dozing at its mother's breast. "Perhaps Lilith, after my mother."

Lois frowned...she tried to think, but it was like her head was in a fog...and then she closed her eyes and sighed.

"Lily," she said finally. "Lily Lane. I suppose I have to go to the hospital...fill out a birth certificate...no idea how I'm going to explain this to anyoNNNN..."

The reporter seized up as four of the demon's fingers slid up into her sore pussy.

"Look how stretched you are!" the scarlet succubus chuckled.

"S-stop that!" Lois hissed. "You'll wake the baby!"

With her free hand, her demon lover snapped her fingers. A black wooden crib appeared beside the bed...not in a cloud of brimstone or a flash of lightning, but just a thickening of the shadows, like an optical illusion, and then it was there and present. Blaze waggled a finger, and the pink demon baby floated out of her mother's arms, dropping down into its depths.

Lois Lane's arms trailed after her daughter, some immeasurable sense of emptiness filling the space the baby had in her arms. Then Blaze grabbed the reporter and moved her onto her back, four fingers twisting and turning inside Lois's cunt.

"Ow! Careful! I'm still sore down there!" Lois looked achingly at the crib. She wanted to hold Lily again.

Abruptly the fingers pulled out...only for Lois to feel something else taking its place.

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" The exhausted reporter said. "I just gave birth!"

"And healed up nicely. Tell me...don't you feel a sense of...loss? Tiredness? Maybe a bit of sadness?"

Lois stared down at her stomach. There were stretch marks there, and a sort of deflated look. her head still felt like it was in a fog...whether from when she was reading the book, or from giving birth, or just for being up all night...and she knew that she should resist, or argue, or call for help, but feeling the utter sadness at the sight of her empty stomach, all she could manage was: "Yes."

"That's postpartum depression," Blaze said. With one hand, she brushed the hair out of the sweat-slick face of her lover. "You know the best cure for that?"

The reporter crinkled her forehead and shook her head.

"Making another one!"

The demon's crimson cock slid home, and Lois Lane almost screamed. Compared to the baby she had just squeezed out, the dick was nothing, but her birth canal, even slick with the afterbirth, had been stretched to its limits and the cock pushing into her poor pussy felt like getting punched in a bruise. The reporter wasn't even sure her cervix had ceased dilating yet...and in her exhausted delirium, Lois wondered if the demonic dick might not punch straight through to her womb.

"I'm...not...even...ovulating!" Lois managed to hiss out as Blaze humped her. The demon had grabbed her wrists to pin her arms back to the bed, and though Lois turned her face away she felt the hot kisses planted against her face and neck.

"You say that," Blaze hissed, "but why are your legs closed around my ass, drawing me in?"

"I'm not! I'm..." Lois blinked and realized that her ankles were crossed tight around the demon's buttocks. She couldn't remember doing that, but as Blaze paused, the reporter's thighs instinctively clenched, pulling that cock deep inside her...where it hurt so good...

"Aaaaah!" The reporter moaned. She knew this was impossible. Most women took weeks to heal from birth. They didn't go home and get fucked by a fat cock and knocked up again right away.

Then the head of Blaze's dick pushed deep and touched her cervix—and Lois did scream, loud enough to wake the baby, who began to cry. Immediately, Lois wanted to push up out from under the demon and cradle her baby, but the demon held her down. Then one hand released the reporter's wrist and reached over and behind that scarlet ass...and Lois felt the whole length of the demon's cock inside her overstretched pussy, but she felt something else too. Something pushing at the entrance of her pussy, and they both grunted as two hard, round objects pushed their way in, stretching Lois Lane's cunt even wider.

_Her balls, _Lois realized. She's shoved her whole cock AND balls into me!

Instinctively, Lois squeezed her aching muscles...and Blaze grunted. The reporter couldn't know how that felt, but to her it seemed like the cock was drawn in even deeper, right to the mouth of her still-dilated cervix.

"You want it. Your need called for me. You want me to knock you up again and again..."

"No!" Lois thrashed, trying to throw the demon off, but her traitor body kept grinding against that dick. Even through the pain, it felt like the head of the dick was almost threatening to go inside her cervix.

"You want to be my barefoot and pregnant bitch, constantly knocked up, tits dripping with milk, pushing out babies until your womb drops out..."

"No!" Lois said, weaker this time. The baby was howling and her heart was racing. Her aching tits began to leak, white drops budding at the dark nipples, which were erect and bigger than they had ever been before in Lois Lane's life.

"Not that I would let that happen. I want you to be pregnant for the rest of your life, my baby-making ****-cunt..."

"No-o..." Lois Lane's voice was almost a whisper. The ache inside her mind was worse than the pain stabbing into her cunt. She needed to hold her baby, to offer it her breast to suck, to see that smiling little pink face with its nubby horns...she had only known her for an hour or less, and still Lois knew she would do anything for Lily.

Even give her a sibling.

"Just say it," Blaze cooed, kissing Lois Lane's mouth. "Tell me what you want. I'll keep you fat and happy with my demonspawn."

"Please..." Lois closed her eyes, tears flowing out the corners. "Give me another baby. Fuck me pregnant, please..."

The fog seemed to roll into Lois Lane's mind. It was like before, when she had read from the book. Not that she couldn't think, but it was like thinking through cotton candy. The screaming baby floated over, to latch onto her mother's breast. Blaze pulled the reporter's legs open and pushed them back, her hands locked around the reporter's ankles as her crimson cock pistoned in and out of the overworked cunt...and Lois hardly felt the flood of hot sperm shooting into her cervix.

She really did need to figure out what she was going to tell everyone about Lily...and being pregnant again so soon after giving birth.