Epilogue: Crime Rate Is Down

"...in the last four weeks, rates of violent crime in Metropolis have fallen precipitously. Police experts are unable to explain the sudden drop in..."

Lois Lane turned off the television. She didn't want to hear it.

The reporter had awoken to find Blaze in her bed. Again. Lois had never given Blaze a key, the demon just appeared whenever she wished. One minute Lois Lane would be making dinner...or in a sound sleep...or, as now, laying in bed watching the news...and the next thing the reporter knew she'd feel a hot pair of hands tearing her panties, pushing her ass-cheeks apart, and pressing a burning tongue in the reporter's raw twat.

Lois let out a theatrical sigh and spread her thighs a little wider. All her life she'd heard the phrase "grin & bear it," but she had never known what it meant until now. Over the last four weeks, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had been made love more times than in her entire sexual life. The reporter couldn't even clean up between bouts when at work, and had resigned herself to constantly having streams of spunk dripping down her legs, pussy a nasty, gooey mess. Not that Blaze minded at all.

Nor, increasingly, did Lois.

If anything, after months of effective celibacy, Lois had at first enjoyed the attention. Then, as it felt like her pussy was growing calluses and the novelty of waking up to feel Blaze on top of and in her quickly wore off, Lois had endured the demon's attentions. After that...

The reporter sighed to herself as she felt Blaze's tongue run up the crack of her ass. It wasn't love, but Lois didn't know what it was. The scarlet succubus sighed in contentment as she slid the her crimson cock into Lois Lane's cunt. Instinctively, once the demonic dickgirl was all the way in, Lois squeezed her muscles with all her might.

"You taste different today," Blaze said, her hands grasping and massaging the muscles right above the reporter's ass. "Change in diet?"

"I'm going to be going through quite a few changes, thanks to you," Lois said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I haven't had my period in a month," the reporter said.

The demon, balls deep inside of her favorite fucktoy, paused.

"Have you taken a test yet?"

"No. They're not very reliable before six weeks," the reporter said. "But do I really need to? I mean, we've never used condoms..."

"Of course we need to!" Blaze said, and she leaned over the reporter, pinning Lois Lane's body to the bed with her weight as she hungrily kissed the reporter's neck. "We need to know...if I knocked you up."

"Hmm," Lois hummed. She turned her neck so that they could share a little kiss. The cock was already hard inside of her, but Lois swore she could feel it grow. her pussy felt tight. "Does that turn you on?"

"Unbelievably," the demon replied.

"Well," Lois said as she pushed against the bed, her ass grinding into the demon's crotch. "I guess you better cum inside me a couple more times...just to make sure I take."

With that, the demon began to move. Raising and lowering her hips, pistoning her cock slowly in and out of the reporter's hot, wet fuckhole, not just drilling for oil but pushing in deep, her hands running over the reporter's arms, finding her hands, their fingers entwining.

Somewhere in Metropolis, Superman rescued a kitten from a tree. He smiled as he handed the cat to the little girl. There was so little crime in Metropolis these days, he had the time to do little things like this...and while that might have been the only pussy he was getting that night, he told himself he really didn't mind.

Yet even he couldn't block out Lois Lane's screams of pleasure as Blaze began to drill her pussy hard, the balls slapping into the reporter's labia, mattress bouncing and springs protesting as she jackhammered her cock into the tight fuckbox, **** to pour a new river of spunk into the pussy that she had, unbeknownst to them both, impregnated weeks ago.

No, Superman couldn't avoid it, no matter how hard he tried...and he was almost certain, if it went on much longer, that he would either have to get over losing Lois, or it would drive him mad.