Epilogue: Caged

It became their little ritual. Lois Lane would get out of bed in the morning, relieve herself—and Angelica Blaze would often insert herself into the proceedings at this point, holding the cock from behind to guide it into the bowl, and then dropping down on her knees to "clean" it with her mouth—and she would not stop until Lois was grunting and her hips were bucking, and her first load of the day was pouring salty and thick into that mouth. It was so weird to the reporter to basically be face-fucking herself...and that Blaze would swallow her "breakfast" so happily. She said it was good for the baby, but Lois was convinced that her new girlfriend was just a cum-addicted little slut...

Then the cage would come out, and Blaze would fit it on, locking it tight so that the runes glowed red, and Lois would look at the clock and realize she would have to hurry to make it to work on time.

Four weeks is the honeymoon time for any relationship. Both of you are still trying to be on your best behavior with each other, to get used to having someone else to live with. Blaze was...territorial. She began wearing Lois Lane's clothes almost immediately, hogged the blankets when they were in bed, and had a negative sense of personal space. Lois had forgotten the number of times she had been in the shower and Blaze had wandered in, grabbing at the dick as though she owned it; or had woken up to feel Blaze's lips locked around her glans. "Sleep-sucking," the succubus had called it...and somehow, Lois felt that was less of a personal violation than the way Blaze kept using her toothbrush, long after she had bought the pregnant demon her own.

Lots of other things she did grated on Lois too. Blaze refused to work, spending her days at the apartment, ordering things online and watching streaming how-to videos or editing the Satanism pages on wikipedia. She couldn't cook and loafed around the house, eating absolute crap, getting crumbs everywhere... Lois had ordered her prenatal vitamins and just to be stubborn, the little bitch had ground one up and snorted it right in front of her! It drove Lois mad that at the same time she was reading everything she could about pregnancy, Angie seemed to be doing everything she could short of illegal **** to just be a slob...

...then there was the cage.

Lois thought it wouldn't be a big deal at first. Men went all day without jerking off, so certainly it couldn't be so hard to just be locked away for nine or ten hours. Except it wasn't like that. Every time she moved, she could feel it rubbing against or constricting her dick and balls...and if it got too bad, then her cock would start to swell, and then it would be absolute ****, the cage biting into her flesh, the glans so damn sensitive with the little urethral tube absolutely irritating her, even with the lube...and then there was going to the bathroom.

She still sat down to pee, which wasn't so bad, but she also had to aim it, which wasn't easy and required...touching. Worse than that, Lois had become very self-conscious about her "package" and of the other women in the restroom with her. Not that she would ever cheat on Angie, but...sometimes when she heard the tinkle of them pissing in the other stalls, Lois would think about their pussies...and how Angie liked to piss with the bathroom door open, or while Lois was brushing her teeth...and then she would start to get hard, and she'd have to grit her teeth as the cock swelled in its cage until the flesh was bulging out between the bars, and...

Well, it made dressing interesting too. Nothing too obvious, but tight pants were out. Lois wore looser jeans, and more skirts. If anyone noticed, nobody said anything...but she had caught a few quizzical glances from Clark Kent, and Jimmy Olsen had given her a couple knowing smirks which had made Lois die a little inside.

Put it all together, and Lois felt...trapped. Caged, in more ways than one. By the time she got home, her prostate was usually throbbing, and her dick hurt it was so swollen. It was all the worse when she knew that she would come home and find that Blaze had pigged out on pizza and left trash everywhere and the baby...

...Lois sighed to herself, shoulders sagging on the elevator ride up to her apartment. The baby was the thing that bound them together, more than anything else. It wasn't just that Lois felt responsible, but the idea of having a kid...fathering a kid, weirdly enough...she wanted to be a good parent. Wanted to do the right thing, whatever that meant. Right now that meant putting up with Angie's shit...

...the dickgirl reporter squared her shoulders as she approached the door. This was it, she was going to have to lay down the law. She stuck her key in the door...and it opened for her. A grinning, naked version of herself smiled at her. Something smelled...good. Angie grabbed the reporter and dragged her inside.

Lois blinked as she saw the candle on the kitchen table, two covered dishes. A cold beer, Aztec's A.B.C., her favorite, on the table, dew condensing on the glass. Angie pulled Lois toward the table and sat her down, lifted the plate...

"Veal Milanese," Angie said. "With roast asparagus. I learned it from my kitchen shows. But that's not all."

Angie removed the cover from the second dish. Underneath was a check...and on top of that a pregnancy test. A positive one.

"My share of the rent," the demon said as she reached down and unbuttoned Lois Lane's pants. "And...it's official. You knocked me up good."

"Angie...I don't know what to say," Lois said, her stomach rumbling.

Except Blaze was already crawling under the table, her clever little hands unlocking the cage and sliding it off. Lois moaned as her half-stiff monster shuddered with its sudden release.

"Eat your dinner," Angie said. "Before it gets cold."

Before Lois could say anything else, she felt that warm mouth surround her glans.....and all the stress of the day seemed to melt right out of Lois. She leaned over and breathed in the fumes of the hot food, mouth watering. Her hands found the knife and fork, and she began to dig in...

There are worse prisons than a hot meal and an eager blowjob...but there were few so strong and sure. Lois Lane washed down the first bite of veal with an ice-cold swig of beer...and felt Blaze deep throating her, that familiar little tongue sliding to the base of her dick. She thought of their little baby, deep within, and hoped that it's mother's steady diet of cum would help it grow up big and strong...because Lois didn't want to leave this cage anytime soon.