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Chapter 22 by Zeebop Zeebop

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Epilogue: Blaze, Demon Maid

Blaze was Queen of Hell.

Ruler of legions of demons, devils, and dark spirits. The damned of centuries gibbered in fear at her name. Her mere presence sent a shiver down the spines of the greatest heroes this world had to offer. For millennia, she had been a **** for evil and corruption, chaos and...

"Urrggh..." Lois Lane didn't quite make it to the bowl in time. Even in her eighteenth week, the pregnant reporter-cum-sorceress was still in the grips of morning sickness. The scarlet succubus frowned in dismay at the yellow and brown bile that slid down the outside of the porcelain bowl and formed a puddle on the tile floor.

"Clean that up," the reporter ordered as she moved to the sink to wash out her mouth.

Magical compulsion bound the demon to comply. She dropped on her knees careful to keep her black skirt and white apron out of the puddle of puke.

It was the uniform that irked her.

In all of her centuries on this world and in the underworld, Blaze had never quite understood the French maid fetish. Oh, certainly, she understood the desire to subjugate one's slaves, to glory in the power one held over another being...but for the most part Lois simply wanted her to...cook, clean, massage her feet. The demon's days were now set in a strict schedule, the apartment never less than spotless. Lois would always come home to a fresh-cooked, healthy meal and a backrub, clean clothes and clean sheets, and Blaze would stand there attentively as her pregnant mistress went on about her day...and it was strange to the demon how little pleasure Lois took in it all. She treated Blaze like the help.

Thank Lilith for all the sexual harassment, the demon said, as she felt a familiar hand flip up the back of her skirt to expose Blaze's bare ass. Lois had long ago specified a garter belt and stockings, but no other underwear. Lust struck the pregnant woman at odd moments, and she liked to have Blaze available for whatever whim of wantonness struck her.

Like now, as the reporter bent the cock backwards, the balls squeezing tight against the demon's buttocks as Lois played with the scarlet head with her tongue.

Wordlessly, Blaze scrubbed and cleaned. The vomit was wiped up in moments, but she could tell that Lois was in no hurry...and producing a toothbrush, the demon began to scour at the grout between the tiles.

Lois sucked at the hardening cock. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, the reporter called it her favorite lolly...and Blaze had found that there was something comforting to Lois, about being able to suck the cock whenever she wished. There were times when Lois would order her to sit on the couch, and the pregnant woman would just lay there on her side, head almost in the demon maid's lap, licking and slurping on the crimson erection as Blaze read to her from a book or newspaper...

Now, however, was not one of those quiet times. Blaze felt a wet, pre-lubed thumb press against her asshole, and squirmed as her once-tight back-passage yielded to the finger of her mistress. The crimson cock was hard now, and Lois was pressing her head forward, nose bumping into the taut testicles as she sought to take as much of the cock into her mouth as possible, right to the opening of her throat...and then the thumb, squirming around inside the hot, squishy bunghole, found its target...and Blaze gave a little gasp as she came, black seed spurting into Lois Lane's throat, a little more of Blaze's magic power sucked out of her.

The demon hadn't even known that was what Lois was doing, the first few weeks...but as she felt the tremor of weakness in her limbs, now she was sure. Oh, she was still a fearsome enough being...but slowly and surely, the pregnant woman was sucking her dry.

Lois released the cock, letting it swing toward the floor, and pulled her thumb out of the asshole with a wet pop.

"When you're done, come to bed," Lois said. "I want to cuddle."

"Yes, mistress." Blaze said.

"Good girl," Lois said back, in one of those rare words of praise that made the demon's heart leap and flutter. "We'll make a proper wife of you yet."

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