Epilogue: Coming Apart

"Just so you know, we wouldn't be having this problem if you weren't so damn sexy," Lois Lane said, pouring the lube over her demonic dick.

They had made it back to the reporter's apartment with only minor embarrassment and one more nearly involuntary ejaculation on Lois' part; she wasn't sure if Lana Lang had orgasmed again, but the redhead had been discreetly rubbing herself at every opportunity.

"Sorry to make life so hard on you, Lois," Lana said mockingly. She leaned forward over the tub as Lois rubbed the lube into the skin, trying to slide her finger into the dark blue folds of Lana's pussy. It was hard work; the blueberry-colored cunt held her cock like a vise.

"Just don't know when to let it go, do you?" The raven-haired reporter shot back. Despite the predicament, it was clear that both women were enjoying the battle of wits.

"I know that you obviously didn't appreciate what you were getting into," Lana squeezed her pussy for emphasis, trapping one of Lois' fingers for a moment.

"Ow! Hey, I'm working here!" The reporter slapped the pale ass hard with the flat of her hand, hard enough to leave her fingers tingling and a red handprint on Lana's buttocks. The redhead shivered in response.

"Do that again," Lana gasped. "And you might have to work it all not long."

Lois shook her head and resumed her lubing. When Lana relaxed, she could just squeeze the tip of one finger in around the edge of the pussy, weakening the seal just a little. The problem was, Lois's probing finger could feel her dick actually bulge out once past the gates of Lana's pussy. It was the swelling, as much as anything, which was keeping them locked together.

"I don't know if this is going to work," Lois said, explaining the problem.

"I knew you couldn't bear to let me go," Lana said with a smirk, and then more soberly: "So we either wait for this to go down naturally...which could take hours...or we get the ice." They paused for a moment. "Ever done any ice-play, Lois?"

"Can't say I have." The reporter admitted."But it's either that or we put on a movie and hope the swelling goes down before either of us have to go to the bathroom. And I don't know about you, but I'm not into watersports."

"Let's get the ice," Lana said.

It was weird, how quickly they had gotten used to moving together. Shuffling through the kitchenette, fetching out the old-fashioned ice cube tray—Lois' refrigerator was on the no-frills side—and shuffling back to the bathroom. A part of the reporter admitted she would kind of miss it when they were separated...but that was, if she was honest, the part of her that was currently buried inside of the redhead's pussy.

"So...I'm going to try and put the ice as close to the bulge as I can," Lois said as she cracked the tray. "I doubt it's going to be exactly pleasant for either of us. Not that this hasn't been fun."

"We will have to do it again sometime," Lana told her. "But for now, I think we need to spend a little time apaaa-aaah!"

Lois winced as she pressed the slippery ice-cube at the meeting point of Lana's pussy and her own cock. She couldn't imagine what the sudden, intense cold must feel like on her lover's sensitive snatch. As it was, she could barely believe what it was doing to her own genitals, gasping at the effects of the ice on her own sensitive junk.

Barely had a cock a couple of hours and already I'm attached to it, she thought, trying to work the rapidly-melting cube in deeper as it shrank. The cold against her cock-skin was so intense it was almost painful. Holding that one in place, Lois reached for another cube.

"H-how long are we supposed to do this?" Lana's voice was pained. "Y-you're not supposed to have ice against your skin for more than a few minutes, you know?"

"I know it," Lois told her. She pressed the second ice cube up against her cock. "It definitely feels like I'm getting smaller. Let's just...try to pull again..."

Lana grabbed the bar over the bath. Lois grabbed Lana's hips...and they pushed and pulled. The redhead gasped, and Lois couldn't tell if it was in pain or something else, but between the lube and the ice, she felt...something...start to give. Holding on with one hand, Lois moved the melting ice cube over her crimson cock, seeing a little more scarlet shaft emerge...and a little more...

The knot, when it came out, did so slowly, stretching Lana out wide. Lois had a brilliant view of the crimson bulge spreading the dark blue lips, and all she could think about were those videos of women being fisted. Lana cried out again, pulling on the bar for dear life...and then, with a sudden swiftness, Lois fell backwards, the full length of her prick slipping out of Lana's cunt.

Lana sank to her knees, gasping, pussy shaking. Lois landed on her ass, slowly wilting prick cold and sore...but she had a great view.

"Oh wow," the reporter managed, as the demonic cunt spasmed, emptying a milky load onto the floor. "That's a lot of cum."