Epilogue: Alternative Gratuitous Pregnant Sex

"The doctor said we could have anal sex," Lois said.

"She said, nothing rigorous," Angelica sighed as she tightened the straps. "I don't know how I let you talk me into this."

"Talk," Lois scoffed. "You're a horny old devil. Your balls would explode if I didn't drain them on the regular. I've been drinking your cum four times a day for four weeks."

"And I've been eating your pussy and ass," Blaze shot back. She cinched the last strap in place. "Is that too tight?"

"Perfect. Lift me up."

The dickgirl demon pulled on the rope.

A naked woman, twenty-four weeks pregnant, with two broken arms and on complete bedrest by doctor's orders, does not normally like to show her naked body to anyone. Now Lois hung suspended from the hooks in the ceiling, ropes tied very carefully around her body. Beneath her shoulders and breasts, wrapped in a kind of harness around hips and thighs...which showed off her burgeoning belly.

This moment had been weeks in planning. Videos on knot tying, researching the right kinds of rope. Convincing her wife to go through with it. With her arms in casts, Lois could do nothing. She felt like a big, fat, pregnant lump...and cuntlicking wasn't enough. Not anymore. So, after Angie had shaved her pussy, and helped her with the enema...then the rope. Lois had been quivering with excitement at that point. Her cunny ran like a faucet.

A part of her wished that she could see the muscles in Angie's arms and back bulge as she lifted Lois up, higher and higher. The reporter's dead weight caused the rope to bite into her skin.

Angie held her suspended like that, halfway to heaven, as she scooted underneath Lois.

Mirrors. That's what this setup needs, Lois thought to herself. Next time, I'll have a big mirror set up, right in front of me, so that I can see myself as she lowers me down, to impale me on her cock.

The rope lowered. Lois bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt the warm, swollen tip of the lubed-up cock press against her ass. Blaze would be holding the rope with one hand, just to make sure that everything was lined up correctly. This was the dangerous moment, as she let the rope slip just a little...one hand only...the reporter's well-trained ass stretching, and it had been so long since she had anything up there.

Inch my inch, millimeter by millimeter, the pregnant woman was lowered down onto the stiff prick. Anything could go wrong now. The hooks in the ceiling could give out. The ropes could break. Blaze could lose her grip...if her hand got sweaty...Lois knew it had been a long, hard four weeks for her wife as well. Even with regular opportunities to fuck Lois's throat, there was nothing wuite like a hot, tight asshole...

The danger moment passed. Lois's butt settled into the demonic dickgirl's ass...and Blaze let loose a little sigh.

"Don't tease me, darling," Lois said, wiggling just a little. "Please, you know how much I need this."

"Of course, sweetmeat," Angie said, and Lois could hear the little tension in her voice. Well, anyone would, with their cock squeezed into a tight hole.

The ropes cinched tight. Lois felt the tug as she was lifted up. Let a little sigh of pleasure escape as she felt herself lifted off the cock...until only the head was buried still in her backside. Then she was lowered back down.

Up and down. In and out. Over and over. Until the sweat ran down her body, the pregnant belly almost glowing with a fine sheen. At first Angie was going slow, but now she was moving faster now. Lois felt the familiar burn in her asshole as she began to piston up and down on the cock. Now, Blaze was lifting her up and letting gravity take over to drive her back down on the dick. The pregnant reporter gasped with each almost-impact, and the burning in her ass began to spread...that great, familiar warmth that Lois had learned to crave.

"God, I love it in the ass," Lois said out loud.

"I'm not God," Blaze said, her voice strained. Lois knew she must be near her limit.

"You're a god to me," Lois said, feeling deliciously blasphemous. "You're the lord and master of my ass. Your cock is how I worship. How I receive your blessing."

Her breasts were flopping now, stomach lurching as she rose and fell, rose and fell fast and hard. This is what she had been missing, this is what she needed!

And right when Lois thought she could take no more, she felt it. The black spew of liquid gold erupting inside of her, like an oil derrick going off...and then the rope settled down, and Lois sat impaled on the demon's dick. It felt so good to be full.

"Next time," Lois said, as she hung limp in the ropes. "We'll need to position a mirror."

"What about a camera?" Blaze suggested. "We could set one up with a flatscreen...and maybe a vibrator..."

The pregnant woman smiled. Their minds were always racing ahead. Just because they couldn't have sex normally right now, didn't mean there weren't alternatives...