Epilogue: Blaze Has Made A Horrible Mistake

The days were long. The scarlet succubus found it difficult to acclimate to mortal life. Meeting Lois Lane's friends, her family...planning the wedding...going with Lois to her gynecologist appointments. She had to wear mortal clothes, be nice to people. Clark Kent had looked at Blaze as though he wanted to kill her, but **** a smile on his face. Blaze hadn't recognized the Kryptonian until she felt the strength of his grip and saw his eyes glow red. A very quiet message was conveyed, to the extant that he knew where she lived now, and that if Lois was ever unhappy he would send Blaze into the Abyss.

She could tell he meant it too. For the first time in long centuries, the demon felt a bit of cold sweat trickle down her ribs.

The nights...

Blaze sighed as she looked at her penis. Barb wire had been wrapped around the shaft...and the balls, which throbbed painfully. Chains tied her hand and foot to the four-poster bed they shared. The spikes could not pierce the scarlet skin, but they weren't exactly pleasant. Lois Lane wore a see-through nightie, which was rather pleasant to look at—it was the entire reason the demonic dickgirl was hard, the tantalizing sight of her girlfriend's body—and Blaze could not wait until the pregnancy started showing.

Lois was dipping what at the foot of the bed, slathering lube onto what looked like a gerbil. It wasn't a real gerbil. They had compromised with some sort of robotic cat toy. the demon sighed again as the love of her immortal life gently lifted up Blaze's testes, cold fingers moving past the hidden pussy to press the slimy, furry robot against her anus.

"The things I do for love," Blaze whispered to herself, as the robotic mouse was squeezed into her colon. Just before Lois pressed the button which set the mouse-bot to vibrating and trying to escape into the depths of the demon's anus.

"What was that, babe?" Lois said, as she picked up a knife.

"I said, I love you!" Blaze lied smoothly.

Lois kissed the air and used the knife to slice a grapefruit in half.

The pregnant reporter took the dripping fruit and brought it down on the crimson cock, bedecked as it was with barbed wire, as the robo-mouse vibrated against the demon's prostate.

There was, the demon reflected, probably someone for whom this was their precise kink. Lois Lane herself seemed utterly fascinated as she crushed the sour fruit down on her fiance's dick, pink juice dripping down the shaft. It was strangely tingly on Blaze's cockhead, and sticky. Not at all like Lois Lane's pussy or mouth...but Blaze was willing to put up with these little episodes.

It made Lois Lane happy.

"What's next on your bucket list?" Blaze asked, as Lois used both hands to crush the fruit around her dick. The demon hoped she wasn't expected to cum from this, but if she was supposed to, they'd have to use the other half of the grapefruit.

"You're balls deep in me, your balls are tied up, and I spank you until you cum inside me or they turn black, whichever comes first."

Blaze stuck out her lip and nodded. That one she might actually be okay...

"But first, I want you to cum in your grapefruit and eat it!" Lois Lane's violet eyes were wide with excitement, her lips twisted in a rictus grin...and Blaze **** herself to smile.

"Okay, sweetmeat," she said. "If that makes you happy..."

Lois nodded, and reached for the other half of the grapefruit. The demon's prostate throbbed under the vibration of the mouse-toy. Her flesh bulged against the barb wire, which made the barbs press harder into the skin of her cock and balls. It wasn't a question of whether or not Blaze could cum. It was a question of how much dignity she would have left after eating her own nut out of the crushed and ruined grapefruit in her pregnant girlfriend's hands.

Not for the first time, the demon told herself that she had made a terrible mistake. Then Lois smiled at her, sweet as an angel that just discovered that anal sex doesn't count...and Blaze reflected that maybe, just maybe, it was worth it.