Epilogue: Double Fucked

Lois Lane didn't remember when the sickness came on. Sleep deprivation had made the days foggy. Demon and sorceress gave her little rest, filling her ass and pussy every night and most days. She needed caffeine to get through the working day, and the coffee and cola ate at her stomach lining and combined with the regular enemas, sent her to the bathroom so often that she wouldn't have noticed when the nausea started to come on. In her rare few spare minutes, the reporter read up about the dangers of excessive enemas, of electrolyte imbalances and losing critical gut bacteria...but it finally came to a head one day when, in the middle of the afternoon, she found herself feverishly typing the same sentence three times in a row, unable to get the spelling right...

"Lane," Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet knocked on her cubicle. He was wearing a mask, and a faceshield. Taking no chances of catching whatever bug was going around the office. She swiveled around, guts still churning. Blaze had spunked her asshole in the bathroom, and her ass still felt loose as hell. "Go home."

"Chief?" She said.

"You're sick, Lois," he said simply. "Take the rest of the week off. Come back Monday, if you're well. You're not doing any good to us here, and I don't want you passing whatever you've got around. Go home."

The smile she gave was weak and wan. "Thanks, Chief. I am feeling a little under the weather."

He snorted and left.

Lois dragged herself home. Put her key in the lock...and her heart sank as the door opened.

Blaze and Circe stood there. Naked. Cocks rock hard.

"Please," Lois said as she staggered in. "I'm really not feeling well. I think I'm sick..."

The dickgirls smiled.

"What you're feeling is no pathogen or poison, Lois Lane," Blaze said. "It is your body responding to the new life within."

The reporter's eyes widened at the demon's words. Circe stepped forward and took Lois Lane's purse, and began to pull off the reporter's clothes.

"I'm...I'm pregnant?" she said.

"No," Circe said as she pulled the jacket off, and Blaze moved to unbutton the reporter's blouse. "You're doubly pregnant. I impregnated your pussy, and the demon impregnated your ass. That's why the morning sickness is so acute."

"My ass?" Lois Lane's brow furrowed. She had a headache, and her guts were seriously stirred up. The reporter had to clench her ass to hold in what was either Blaze's cum, watery stool, or both.

"Demons do not reproduce like mortals," the demon said. "My magic has formed a secondary uterus, connected to your colon. You might have noticed some blood on the toilet paper?"

"I thought that was all the anal sex," Lois stood topless as the demon unhooked her bra. Circe was already pulling the reporter's pants down.

"A bit. But it was also your new period."

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said. She shook her head in disbelief. The reporter could almost believe that Circe had knocked her up...the dickgirl sorceress took particular pleasure in pumping her cum into the reporter's pussy...but the idea of actually getting knocked up through anal sex was just too fantastic for her mind to readily accept. Even though she had a living, breathing, beautiful bitch of a demon in front of her, pulling the reporter's panties down, smiling at the creamy mess the drooled out of her holes.

Now totally naked, the two women frog-marched the weakened reporter into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

There was a pregnancy test.

Lois was too tired to feel ashamed. Both of these diabolic dickgirls had seen her naked before. It made little more difference that they would see her pee. Still, there was something weird about them all huddled together, the reporter holding the plastic stick in front of her pussy, still desperately needing to do something with her ass...and the reporter was weirdly hyperaware of their twin pricks, standing stiff and leaking a little from the urethra. She could actually smell them...

Finally, after far too long of alternately attempting to strain and relax, the piss came forward in a clear stream. Lois angled the strip into the splashing urine, making sure to get it thoroughly covered...and then sat it aside on the edge of the sink.

"It'll take ten minutes," Lois said. "Why don't you give me a break and let me clean myself out?"

"No need for that," Circe said. "We know you're feeling unwell..."

"...so we've decided to share." Blaze finished.

Lois stared at the raging erections, too tired to get what they were talking about. "Share what?"

Circe's hand clamped on the reporter's left ear. Blaze's on her right. The tips of their dicks kissed as they **** her face forward toward their dicks...and Lois, in alarm, opened her mouth as wide as possible. The twin cocks **** their way into the reporter's mouth, sliding against each other as they jostled for space and distorted her cheeks obscenely.

"Everything," Circe said. "I still own your pussy...but I'm willing to see what it feels like, to have Blaze's cock stuffed in there at the same time."

"And when your nausea subsides," Blaze said, thrusting her hips to fuck the reporter's mouth. "We'll see if your ass can take us both as well!"

The reporter was too tired to cry. She could offer no resistance as demon and sorceress thrust their cocks into her mouth, the hard pricks jostling for space, moving against each other, squishing her tongue between the rubbery cockheads. Saliva drooled out of Lois Lane's mouth, and her stomach gurgled and fizzed, her anus quivering as it threatened to give way...but she held it together. Let them have their fun. And when, several minutes later, the two dickgirls came, Lois did what she could to close her lips around the two cocks and swallow the seed...but her eyes were on the pregnancy test, where two blue lines were slowly fading into view...

...and Lois Lane knew that she was really, truly, doubly fucked.