Epilogue: Anal Isn't 100% Safe

"Double vodka," Power Girl ordered. "Tito's if you have it."

"Pink gin," Wonder Woman told the server. They sat closer than before, hips touching, elbow to elbow. Clingy as any couple in the early stages of a relationship.

"Bourbon and coke," Lana Lang said with a smile.

"Can I get a Coca Cola?" Supergirl asked when it was her turn.

"Shirley Temple," Lois Lane said.

Four sets of eyes focused on the reporter as the server went away. It was early in the afternoon, and the bar wasn't busy yet. They had managed to secure a booth.

Each of them sat in their civilian clothes. Wonder Woman in a dark grey pencil skirt and jacket that emphasized her shoulders; hair drawn back in a dark bun, a stray blonde hair here and there evident against the dark fabric. Power Girl with a blonde bang over one eye, her blouse and push-up bra showing a lot of cleavage, tight pants that hugged her long legs and muscular thighs. Lana Lang in a slim-cut blue pinstripe suit over a salmon-colored blouse, her long red hair in a ponytail. Supergirl in leggings under a flouncy skirt-dress, nervously fiddling with the engagement band on her finger.

And Lois Lane, in a black jeans and a business jacket that didn't quiet close over the small pooch of her stomach.

"I thought you were sticking to anal sex?" Supergirl asked, putting into words what they were all thinking.

"Anal," Lois Lane said with a sigh. "Isn't 100% safe."

"Harder," Lois Lane groaned. Bent over the edge of the bed, the reporter spread her ass-cheeks apart. A vibrating egg buzzed in her pussy. Her girlfriend's cock pumped in and out of her ass. Blaze grunted her acquiescence and slammed her hips forward. The reporter pushed bit her lip, eyes closed. Her cunny burned with need. Pined for dick. The egg helped, but when Blaze went hard, the pounding prick that tore up her ass helped Lois forget for a while.

It didn't help that the demonic dickgirl's balls spanked the reporter's labia with each thrust. Blaze's hands dug into Lois Lane's shoulders as she mounted the reporter's ass. The reporter gasped for breath as the cock sawed in and out of her. Even with the lube, even with all the practice of the last week or two, the change to anal sex only had been hard on Lois. It wasn't that it wasn't intense, but it never quite scratched the itch.

"Just...just fucking cum in me!" Lois said, a moment before she buried her face into the pillow. Blaze was happy to oblige. Once, twice, three times those swollen testes slapped into Lois Lane's ass, and then she buried herself deep into the reporter's anus, and Lois gasped as a white heat burst deep inside of her.

They panted there for a minute...and then Angie leaned forward and kissed the reporter's naked back as she withdrew. Planted kisses all the way down the reporter's spine. Until the crimson cock popped out, and Lois Lane's asshole gaped and closed. Spunk bubbled and oozed out of the raw pink asshole.

"You want me to finish you off with my tongue?" Blaze offered, but Lois shook her head. "I have to get to work. Tonight, though..."

"Any time, sweetmeat," Blaze promised, as Lois grabbed her panties, pulled out the vibrating egg, and slid them on. The jizz soaked into the white fabric, and Lois didn't even think about having that potent cum pressed against her labia.

"I just go...sloppy about it," Lois admitted. "I liked having Blaze's cum in me. I didn't care about the mess. Sometimes, afterward, I'd just have my ass in the air, my anus gaping, and push the cum out and it would dribble over my pussy and...I just didn't think about it. And sometimes Angie would creampie me, and then geat my ass, then eat my pussy..."

The reporter laid one hand on her abdomen, and sipped her non-alcoholic cocktail.

"So yeah. Been gaining weight. Nauseous at odd hours. Boobs have been oddly sore. I lost track of my period, but it's been weeks. I've bought a test, but I haven't taken it yet. I think I know what the result is going to be."

The other women sipped their drinks quietly. Supergirl's cheeks burned. The young woman looked like she was about to explode with questions. Lana Lang just shook her head and stared into her drink.

"This is like something out of a high school sex ed class," the redhead said over her bourbon and coke. "Like, 'splash conception.' You hear about those things, but it's an internet meme, not something that happens in real life. Like a lesbian pornstar that gets pregnant during a bukkake shoot or something."

"Well, I think it's hot," Power Girl said.

"You should take the test," Wonder Woman observed. "But what are you going to do if you are pregnant? Are you prepared for a pregnancy? To raise a child? With Blaze?"

Lois Lane sighed. Her shoulders sagged.

"I don't know. Fuck. I just...I might not even be pregnant. But what if I am?" Lois Lane looked at them all.

"I...I could check," Supergirl said softly. All eyes turned toward her. "X-ray vision. It's, um, not really x-rays. Won't hurt anything."

Like a game of tennis, the conversational ball had been tossed back to Lois, and the eyes on the table followed it.

Lois sighed again. She straightened up, and tugged at her shirt. it wasn't clear to any of the women if Lois had the beginnings of a pot belly, or was just bloated. Some women bloated quiet badly, depending on what they ate. The reporter stared at the newly-engaged blonde with the sky-blue eyes.

"Yes, please."

Supergirl's eyes dropped. Zeroed in on the reporter's abdomen. The eyes narrowed a little...and then widened. Her hand went to her mouth.

"It's twins."

The reporter sank back into the booth. Elbows on the table. Head into her hands.

"I'm, like, still learning, but I can see two embryos. Maybe six weeks along?" Supergirl said. "Clark and I, we've been discussing it. After the wedding, I mean. So I've been reading up on pregnancy."

Power Girl tossed back the rest of her double vodka, and signaled the server for a refill.

"Well, at least you don't have to worry about having vaginal sex, if you're tired of anal," the busty blonde said.

"Kara!" Wonder Woman said, her face a scowl of disapproval. Power Girl smirked at her and then leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said. "I'm going to have Blaze's babies. Fuck me."

"There are...options," Wonder Woman said. "You're not that far along. The Amazonian embassy funds a number of women's clinics..."

Lois Lane let her hands fall and stared at Diana. The Amazon weathered that glare, but she spoke no more of abortion.

"It's early," Lana said as she laid a hand on Lois Lane's arm. "Miscarriages are common. If you think you do want to carry the pregnancy to term, you should make an appointment with your doctor."

The reporter nodded numbly. Then she took a deep breath. Found a resolve. She knew what she had to do now.

"I have to tell Angie. I don't know how she'll take it. But I have to tell her."

"Hey babe!" Angie said as Lois Lane opened to the door to what was still technically her apartment. Though Angelica Blaze had been surreptitiously slipping the reporter some rent money, and seemed to spend most of her hours, waking or sleeping, in Lois Lane's place. The demonic dickgirl had moved in like a cat. Extra clothes in the closet. Extra toothbrush on the sink. Dishes and clothes inexplicably clean when Lois came home. The scarlet succubus had carved out a space for herself in Lois Lane's life.

Right now, that meant Angie was cleaning the reporter's sex toy collection.

The reporter licked her lips.

"Angie...have you ever thought...about the future?" Lois asked.

The demon looked up and blinked. For an ancient creature of unutterable evil, there were times when her face could look utterly innocent. She stood there, naked except for an apron, as a selection of glass dildos and silicone butt plugs dried on a towel on the counter, and she might as well have had her dark hair in pigtails and picking flowers in some mountain meadow for how utterly devoid of malice she looked.

"If this is about those websites on your laptop, I was going to make you a mold of my cock for your birthday gift," Angie said.

Lois Lane shook her head. "I mean about us. Our relationship."

Slowly, the pure white eyes blinked. "Are you...breaking up with me?"

The reporter sighed.

"No, babe. I'm pregnant. Six weeks. Twins," Lois said. Her hand went to her slightly protuberant abdomen. "The buns are in the oven."

"Oh," Blaze said.

The demon said nothing. Yet the front of her apron instantly tented. Lois raised an eyebrow as she saw the wet spot form where the demon's pre-cum began to soak through the fabric.

"Do you always think with your dick?" Lois asked.

"I am a creature of lust," Angie said, as her face twisted into one of those half-smiles that only Lois ever saw. The real ones, the embarrassed-that-she-actually-felt-good smiles. "And pregnant women are, you know...sexy."

Lois Lane shook her head. When she had first met Angie, it had all been a game. Centuries of experience in seduction distilled into one sexy, intelligent package. Yet the longer they had stayed together, the more Lois had gotten beyond that sauve outer shell. It was like being in love with a perpetually horny creature of myth with the emotional core of an 18-year-old with a 24-hour erection.

"Let's go to bed," Lois suggested.

"Okay!" Angie said, as she reached back and took off her apron. "You want to get started in the bathroom, and I'll..."

"Angie, I'm pregnant," Lois said. Then, she gathered her courage and said what she really wanted to say. "And I want you to plow my aching, needy, ****, slutty little cunt until it takes the shape of your cock. I want to feel your pump your jizz into me until my pussy can't hold any more. And I want to fall asleep with your dick still plugging my cocksocket and you spoon me until dawn's early light."

Lois took a deep breath, and let it out. "And I might, just might, want you to keep doing that every night as I grow bigger and bigger, until I finally give birth and then the two of us won't have any time to make love because we'll be dealing with two half-demonic newborns that won't sleep through the night."

Angie licked her lips. Lois Lane stared down at the stiff cock. It looked bigger than normally. Flushed an absurd violet, the veins stood out. The heavy sack beneath pumped up and down like a bellows, and the precum dribbled freely from the demon's piss-slit.

"As you wish," Blaze said wickedly.