Epilogue: Demon Sex Ever After

The phone rang. Lois Lane picked it up.

"Hey babe," she said, knowing who it would be. "What time are you going to be over tonight? Okay. How about Thai? And beer! Fantastic. See you then. Love you."

The reporter had hung up before she realized the last two words had slipped out of her mouth. She froze, face blushing furiously. Lois had only been dating Blaze for a month, after their adventure together below the club, and it had been a weird mix of typical getting-to-know-you romance and learning about her new demonic body. After that first night, Blaze had given her a little amulet that maintained the glamour of the now half-demon reporter's normal human form—but in all those four weeks, she had never uttered those two little words. They had just slipped out, somehow, without her even thinking about it.

Clark Kent rapped his knuckles on his desk. She looked up to see him smiling. At first the fact that she was dating someone seemed to make him sad...but he had gotten over it. In fact, Lois was pretty sure that Clark himself was seeing someone these days. He was standing a little straighter, dressing a little better, smiling in quiet moments.

"Getting serious?" he said.

Lois stood up and picked a long blonde hair off of his dark jacket.

"I could ask you the same thing, Smallville," she said, raising an eyebrow.

He looked a little sheepish, pushing the black plastic frames up the bridge of his nose.

"To tell the truth," he said. "I think I am. I've been spending more time with her lately and...thinking about the future."

"Clark Kent, you dog!" Lois punched him playfully in the shoulder, wincing as her knuckles hit his hard muscle. "Who is she?"

"That's...the tricky part," he gnawed his lip for a moment. "I introduced you to my cousin Kara?"

Oh ho, Lois thought to herself. The plot thickens.

"She's over eighteen, right?"

He nodded. "Twenty-one. Going to college."

"First cousin?"

He winced, nodded.

"You know no one cares about that anymore, right? It's not like she's your sister or aunt or something. Not real ****."

"I know, I just think..."

Lois leaned over and straightened his tie for him. It gave her an excuse to whisper.

"Clark, if you love her, ask her. Let her decide whether you're meant to be together. Don't worry about what anybody else has to say."

Clark Kent smiled. "Thank you, Lois."

Six o'clock. In her apartment. Lois had barely stepped through the door when she took off the amulet. Although she couldn't see her skin change from pale white to an unnatural rose pink, or see the little stubby horns that now grew from her forehead, somehow it always felt good to drop the illusions and just be herself.

More than that, she smelled Thai food, and her stomach rumbled. A flash of scarlet skin showed Blaze in the kitchen, wearing an apron and nothing else, that tight red ass teasing the reporter as she passed by.

Giving Angie Blaze a key had been a formality; the demonic dickgirl was over at Lois Lane's apartment most nights. They greeted each other with a kiss, then Lois went into the bedroom as Blaze set the table. As the reporter stripped out of her work clothes, she began to notice all of Angie's stuff that had accumulated here over the time they had known each other—there was a space for Angie's clothes in the closet, a spare pair of shoes by the door, an extra toothbrush at the sink. Last Thursday was laundry day, and Lois had found her lover's boxers mixed into the wash...and just washed them.

She came back, dressed in nothing more than t-shirt and panties, and found plates of hot food and cold beer. Lois dished about Clark Kent's little drama, and Blaze listened, not saying much. It felt like there was something on her mind, and Lois could feel it. They had been so open with each other over the last month, that she could tell when the scarlet succubus was being cagey. Finishing her beer, Lois set the empty bottle down on the table and patted her full stomach.

"So, what's tonight's lesson plan? Magic? Shapeshifting?"

Blaze licked her lips. "Did you mean it?"

Lois felt the blush came back. She wondered what it looked like, in her true form. The pink skin deepening until it was almost purple, sliding right across her cheeks and up to her ears.

"It just sort of slipped out," the demon reporter said.

"But did you mean it?"

"Of course I did!" Lois smiled...because she didn't know what else to do. Her heart was pounding in her chest, palms sweaty, her claws sliding in and out of her fingertips nervously.

Angie Blaze smiled. "I love you too, sweetmeat. Tonight I want to show you something...special. Something only two demons can do..."

Clothes came off. One the bed, Angie spread her legs and lifted her great crimson cock...so much longer and thicker than Lois Lane's...and then lifted the balls beneath them to reveal her scarlet slit.

"Okay, now this is going to sound weird...but believe it or not, there's space inside the body for the testicles. They normally hang down for cooling, but if you're careful you can tuck them in..."

Blaze demonstrated. Two red thumbs pressed on one of her big balls...and with a slight grimace on the demon's face, it slipped inside her body, leaving behind an empty red sack. With equal care, she repeated the process with the other testicle, so that it looked for all the world like just the fat crimson dick hanging over the pussy, with what looked like a bit of moisture on the very bottom.

"Now you try. Don't go too hard, you don't want to hurt yourself."

Spreading her own legs, Lois self-consciously looked down at her own much small dick. Not that it was small, exactly. Like Blaze, she was more of a shower than a grower; five inches soft became six inches hard, which was well within the range for an average human. It just felt inadequate when your dickgirlfriend was packing at least eight or nine inches, and twice as thick when hard. There were times when Lois thought it wouldn't fit...and then she discovered that demonic holes were a bit more elastic than human ones.

Putting her pink thumbs down on one of her hairless testicles, Lois bit her lip as she strove to mimic was her lover had done. At first it felt uncomfortable...she was still getting used to just having balls...and then, with a suddenness that surprised her, the testicle slipped in...and Lois paused to appreciate the new sensation. It didn't hurt...it was just...a weird kind of pressure. She could actually feel the ball inside of her, squeezed inside her flesh.

"Do the other one," Blaze said, as she stroked her cock with one hand and fingered her slit with the other.

The second one was easier, now that Lois knew how to do it. Something about the process...or maybe just seeing Angie playing with herself...was getting Lois turned on too. She felt her shaft swell and harden, sticking up and pressing against her wrist as she slid the second testicle into place. Could actually smell her own dick.

"Now...here's the fun part," Angie said, using her heels to skootch her butt closer. "Without our balls in the way, I can stick it in you...while you stick it in me. It's like a double-dildo...except we're the dildoes."

Lois got the point immediately. She turned on her side, and Blaze on hers, and they worked to line up their bits and pieces, threading their legs together...it was a bit like tribbing, or what Lois had heard of tribbing, among lesbians. Angie's cock was longer, so it slid into Lois first, but that didn't stop the reporter from pressing forward...and Angie was wet and ready for her pink cock as Lois fed it into the tight red hole.

"Oh fuck," Lois muttered as they grabbed each other's thighs to pull themselves in deep. She had always enjoyed it both ways—fucking and getting fucked—but doing both at once was making her head feel dizzy. She could actually feel the throb of Blaze's dick against her buried balls, and it was so deep inside of her the reporter was amazed that there was any room left in her cunny at all.

"You like it?" Angie said as they began to move, slowly flexing their legs, their cocks moving in and out of each other at the same time.

"I love it...Angie...fuck, I think I'm going to cum already..."

"Go ahead," the demon said. "Cum as much as you want. That's what I'm here for."

Lois Lane opened her eyes. She couldn't stop her hips, but she saw a purple flush across her lover's features, the demon panting with need and desire as she took the reporter's pink cock deep inside her cunny.

"Is...is it safe?"

"Not...at all..." Angie grinned. "This position...they call it...Lilith's mating dance..."

Their crotches were pounding into each other, and Lois hissed as her testicles throbbed. The pressure was building up...she needed to cum so badly.

"...traditional position...for when two demons...want to impregnate each other!"

Lois couldn't stop. Her hips were moving of her own accord, her pussy squeezing tight, her balls felt fit to burst and her dick...she swore the tip of her dick was melting, the tip scraping against something deep inside of Blaze, and her lover's own cock was stretching her out so much...so good!

"B-babe...I...I don't know if I'm ready..." Lois desperately tried to hold on.

"Don't you want to put a baby in me?"

There was something about the way Blaze said it, so quiet, sad, and ****...and Lois opened her eyes and stared at Angie, their bodies entwined, cock in cunt and cunt over cunt...and the image came to her suddenly of that flat red plain of a stomach swelling with life...a baby...their baby...and Lois Lane shuddered and cried, grasping at she sheets as she arched her back and thrust her cock as deep as it could go, and something hot and wet flowed into her and out of her at the same time and the orgasm just seemed to last...for a long time.

Until they lay there, panting, still connected, cocks throbbing, pussies milking the black jizz that dribbled out of their double-creampie.

"It's...not often...demons manage to cum together. But that position...does make it more likely." Angie said.

Lois sighed. Post-coital clarity was piercing through her brain.

"You really want to...I mean both of us at the same time..." The reporter started, swallowed. "It'll be hard."

"A worthy challenge," Blaze reached over and tickled one of her mate's feet. "To be honest, I've wanted to...for a long time. But I didn't want to push it on you. Not unless I knew...you felt about me...the way I felt about you."

Lois had to smile at that. With a bit of effort, she disengaged. Pussies leaking, she crawled over to lay beside her girlfriend. To stare into her eyes, their horns almost touching.

"Are we really pregnant?" she asked.

"We will be," Blaze said. "If we keep it up. It's rare for just one creampie to do the trick..."

"Well then," Lois drew closer, until their horns pressed against each other. Her tongue slid out and licked Blaze's mouth. "I guess we'd better keep trying..."