Epilogue: Demons Are Hard To Domesticate

"She is quite literally a demon from hell," Clark Kent said.

"I can change her!" Lois Lane insisted. "I mean, it's only been a month and I've got her to apply for a license for her bar, get actual furniture for her flat, and when she spends the night over at my place, she doesn't answer the door nude or jerk off into my panties!"

"Does she still use your toothbrush to clean her cock?" he asked.

"Ugh, that was one time, I should never have told you that, Smallville." Lois said and pushed herself back.

Clark Kent sipped his coffee. Getting a demonic dickgirlfriend and being impregnated in all of one night, Lois Lane had felt the need to confide in somebody—and that somebody was the one guy at work she could trust. Which meant that they took time out of their respective schedules for a heart-to-heart talk over coffee.

He had been surprised, at first. Concerned...and she thought, a little sad. Lois realized that Clark must have been carrying a torch for her, and was a bit bitter that someone else had gotten to her first. Yet he was a true friend and a good man, and a solid sounding-board for her trials and tribulations with domesticating her demonic dickgirl.

"This will work, Clark," Lois said. She fidgeted with her coffee. "It has to. I missed my period. I mean, I already know, and it's too early for a pregnancy test to work, but..."

Clark pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Lois had the disconcerting sensation he had been staring at her stomach, as if he could see her uterus—although she knew she was weeks or months away from showing.

"You're pregnant, I know. Which reminds me, I did that thing you asked me to do."

He took a fat manila envelope from out of his briefcase and set it on the table.

"Social security card, birth certificate, US passport, tax ID number—Angelica Blaze is now officially a citizen of the United States. Which does also mean she can be arrested, needs to pay taxes, etcetera."

Lois made a happy squirrel noise. "Smallville, you're the best! What do I owe you?"

He drummed his fingers on the table. For one terrifying moment, Lois wondered how deep his crush went...and whether he would ask her for a blowjob, or more. Another, deeper part of Lois wondered whether she was willing to pay such a price...

"Promise me," he said at last. "If anything goes wrong—if she gets violent, or threatens you in any way, that you'll let me know. Don't stay in a bad situation, not for the baby, not for anything. You don't know what she's capable of, Lois."

Lois reached out and touched his hand, relieved. He was such a boy scout.

"I promise, Clark. But you'll see. She's already changed so much!"

"She keeps trying to change me!" Blaze said.

"She's better than you deserve," Superman said.

"I know, I know!" Blaze grumbled. "It's just...she keeps trying to...to fucking domesticate me! All these rules! 'Don't fuck the barmaid,' 'don't cum in my panties without permission,' 'wear pants'...I don't know how much more I can take."

"You agreed when you impregnated her that this was for the long haul," Superman reminded the demon. "You are bound to your word."

"I know it," Blaze said. The pot whistled, and she poured tea for herself and her guest. The weekly status reports were part of her truce with Superman and the other heroes. They agreed that as long as she showed progress, they would not harass her...or her beloved. "I just never thought a relationship would be this hard."

"All relationships are about compromise," Superman said as he brought the teacup to his nostrils and drank in the aroma. His blue eyes bore into hers. "How is Lois doing?"

"She's..." the demon tossed back her cup of tea at a gulp, the bitter liquid burning down her gullet. "By Lilith's tits, she's the best piece of ass I've ever had. I mean, I know it's still early in the relationship, but every time I stay over at her place, in the morning I can just roll over and she's already wet and ready to go...I just slide it in and she wakes up when my cock hits the back of her pussy...and some nights she can't sleep and just plays with my cock and...do you know what it's like when you're dreaming of fucking a woman and then you wake up and she's already riding your cock, and for a moment you don't know what is dream and what is reality?"

Superman sipped his tea. "No. But I mean physically. Emotionally. With the pregnancy."

"Oh," Blaze said and poured herself some more tea. "Well, she's excited, of course. It's too early for the test, but she's already worried about gaining weight, and while she hasn't said anything yet I think she's started to feel a bit of nausea...I noticed she's been stocking up on saltines lately, and carrying toothpaste and mouthwash in her purse."

"And how do you feel about it?" Superman asked.

"I...fuck. I need this to work out," Blaze said. "Like, more than anything. I can't go back to fucking random bitches, I just can't. You have no idea, once I made love to her, it was like...like...everyone else is just so...the flame of her soul is so bright. I don't want anything to diminish that." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Not even me."

Superman set his teacup down.

"Well, for what it's worth...I think you're making progress," he said. "Oh, and I got what you asked for."

He placed a small jewelry box on the table. She leaned forward and opened it. Black gold bands, a black pearl surrounded by black diamonds.

"What do I owe you?" She asked.

He drummed his fingers on the table...and Blaze paled, a little, her scarlet cheeks turning pink as she considered what promises he could extract from her.

"Promise me," he said. "That you won't hurt her. Ever."

Blaze blinked, slowly. Licked her lips.

"If we consider...spanking...or rough sex..."

His blue eyes grew hard as chips of glacial ice.

She raised her right hand. "May the Abyss take me, if I ever strike a blow unasked for. By my name, I swear it."

He nodded. "Good enough."