Epilogue: Can't Stop

"Are you pregnant again!?"

Aria and Leda were outside playing with Angelica. Aiden was at his mother's breast, sucking hungrily on a nipple. All around Lois Lane and her sister Lucy were the unpacked boxes of their new home, out in the suburbs of Metropolis. A big home. Lots of room for a growing family.

Lois smiled sheepishly as she moved her son over to the next nipple. He was a greedy little demonspawn.

The reporter had opted for an old sweatshirt, with the sleeves cut off and the midriff ripped away, and no bra. It kept her reasonably decent and gave quick access to her breasts when her nine-month old son needed to feed. Unfortunately, it also let her stomach show...and even though she had rebounded well from her last pregnancy, there was a distinctive bulge there that wasn't residual bellyfat.

"Eight weeks," Lois told her sister.

"But you're already showing." The blonde-haired Lane looked mortified that she was about to be an aunt. Again.

"The doctor thinks multiples this time. Triplets, maybe more."

Lucy's mouth fell open. Closed. Opened again. Then, finally, she said. "How? I mean, I thought you were done with babymaking after Aiden!"

"We were! Blaze and I talked about it. We even looked into getting her a vasectomy. Then...um," Lois blushed. "Do you remember that time you came over to babysit a couple months ago?"

"Oh fuck," Lucy sat down on a box, holding her head in her hands.

It was their anniversary. Three years and three beautiful children. It hadn't always been easy. Lois had been determined to keep up with her career, and Angelica had settled into being a house-spouse immediately. So the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had scarcely missed a beat, despite three maternity leaves in as many years. She could still run down sources, write Pulitzer-winning prose, and keep up with all the crazy shenanigans of superheroes and supervillains in Metropolis.

Not that having three kids in as many years didn't take a toll on her body. Lois grinned to see the stretch marks on her belly; no matter how much cocoa butter Blaze had rubbed on there, it hadn't been enough to keep up with the stretching skin. Her breasts had started to sag a little bit too—but that was because they'd never really shrunk back down to her pre-pregnancy size, something that Angie had also appreciated. The reporter's dickgirl bride had been tireless in seeing to the babies, waking up in the middle of the night to feed them or rock them, changing diapers, taking them out for playdates...and thanks to her demonic metabolism, she didn't look the tiniest bit different than she had that night when Lois and Blaze had first met.

Which might have been why Lois had started to feel...unattractive. They'd had such an active sex life, even during her pregnancies. Just put the babies to bed and Blaze would bend her over and bury her face into the reporter's cunt, until Lois had begged for her wife to fuck her...which Blaze would always do, anywhere and anytime. But once Aiden was born...Lois had been the one to say that maybe three was enough. That they needed to be careful from then on. Except they couldn't find condoms for Angie's size, and they found out that any vasectomy would regenerate within minutes. So it was down to blowjobs and pussy-licking and...

Lois had squeezed into a dress for their date night, kissed her sister goodbye and told her not to wait up.

She missed Angie. Had missed having her cock inside of her..and she had woken up every morning for a week, feeling that throbbing erection stabbing her in the back, and Lois knew that Angie missed her too. Maybe that was why the reporter was determined to make it up to her on their date night...or maybe, in the back of her head, Lois had really missed the bulging belly, the swelling tits, the way she could reach over at night when the mood was on her and just stick that fat shaft into her unprotected cunt whenever she wanted to. The jealous stares of the women and open leers of the men when they wished that they had been the one to knock her up.

They had gone for a picnic someplace that Blaze had found out about. Out under the stars, a bottle of champagne, cold roast duck. No one else for miles. They had looked up and Blaze had pointed out Mars...the Justice League Space Station...Thanagar and Rann, Oa and Apokalips... Far distant worlds, full of aliens and heroes and cosmic villains that were so far away.

"Do you miss it?" Lois asked.

"No, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and she let herself relax into her full demon form. "I wouldn't give up my life with you and the kids for anything in the world."

"I'm glad to hear that," Lois said as she pulled her dress off, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. The naked reporter rolled over to straddle Blaze's hips, and began to unzip her pants.

Blaze grinned...and then sniffed. Her smile died into a frown. "Sweetmeat...you're ovulating."

"I know," Lois said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she freed the rigid red prick from its prison.

"But you said three..."

"It is a woman's prerogative to change her mind," Lois said, and then her mouth closed over the head of that fat prick. She slobbered and drooled, just like Angie liked, exaggerating the obscene schluck-schluck-schluck noise as her head bobbed up and down, a line of saliva dribbling down to the balls that seemed even more swollen and heavy than normal.

Lois pulled her head up, and brought her hot cunt against the shaft. She was already wet and ready, like she used to be, back when they were first living and fucking together in her apartment.

"You do want to impregnate me," Lois said, batting her eyes, "Don't you?"

Blaze had growled, grabbed Lois by the hips, lifted her up and slammed her down on that rigid red dick. Lois had screamed loud enough to spook the cows in the nearby fields as she finally felt once again that utter fulfillment, that solid scarlet shaft sliding deep into her slit, where her womb waited the return of its master. The one thing in all this world, or any world, that could fulfill her.

It had been like the old times, but not. Three years together, and they knew their bodies too well. Lois could tell what Angie was thinking when she ran her red thumbs over the stretch-marks on the reporter's stomach, and Lois grinned and stuck out her belly as far as it would go and told her.

"Please...I want to feel it. I want you to fuck a baby into me! Knock me up! I want a baby, I want your baby!"

With each word, Blaze bucked her hips, the white eyes glowing in the darkness. Heat began emanate from her skin, but Lois knew that she wouldn't burn her, no matter how inflamed she got with lust. The reporter squeezed her cunt, still tight after giving birth three times, and slammed her ass down to meet every thrust, eager to feel the tip of that dick push deep inside her, threatening to hit her cervix but never quite meeting it...and finally Lois grabbed those horns and pulled Blaze close so that they could kiss. It was like sticking her tongue in an oven, tasting the blast of flame from a smithy's forge; the hot breath of hell sucked into the reporter's lungs until she thought her lips would be scalded...

...and then Blaze had cum. Weeks of pent up jizz exploded into the reporter's cunt, and her cervix spasmed immediately, and electric thrill running up her spine, ass-cheeks aching as they flexed so hard, cunt trying to milk every unholy drop, toes curling so that her shoes popped off her feet, knees clenching against Blaze's hips...

...and just as Lois could take no more, as she pulled her mouth away, sucking in the cool, sweet air, Blaze had rolled her over onto her back and began to bend her legs backward, so that she could pump that familiar cunt harder and faster.

"As you wish," the demonic dickgirl had said, and Lois had felt a little flutter in her belly that was half fear and half hope.

"...so anyway," Lois said as she put Aiden over her shoulder to burp. "I just wanted to let you know, you're going to be an aunt again, if everything goes well. How are things with you?"

Lucy Lane stared at her sister. Her legs were pressed together, so that hopefully Lois wouldn't see the wet spot.

"No, great, I'm great, um." Lucy blinked. She bit her bottom lip. "Um, you remember Clark Kent?"

"Smallville?" Lois raised an eyebrow. She hadn't thought much about him in the last few years, busy as she had been about the family. "What about him?"

Lucy gave a sheepish grin. "Well...I might have some news of my own."

Out in the yard, Angelica Blaze's instinctively covered tried to cover her daughter's ears. It wasn't good for them to hear mommy say a swear word. She would have made it too, if she didn't have four ears to try and cover with two hands.