Epilogue: Frisky

Lois Lane Blaze watched as Angie lifted the last of the babies up into her arms and carried her into the house. The reporter limped after her wife. Body and brain were both struggling to come to terms with the aftermath of the reporter's massive retrocausal pregnancy. Married. Big house in the suburbs. Six beautiful daughters.

An ass that was much wider than Lois remembered. Breasts like a pair of soccer balls, already leaking through her bra. Without the belly, Lois was off-balance...and the doctors hadn't wanted to do a tummytuck to take care of the excess skin until after she had healed more from the birth.

Once inside the house—her house, their house—Lois set the cane the hospital had provided aside. Her hip was still in bad shape, but now she could lean on the walls, crawl up the stairs...Angie was tucking the last bundle of joy into bed in the nursery when Lois managed to obtain the second story.

By which point the new mother was sweaty and exhausted. Giving birth to one baby could test a woman to her limits. Six...Lois eyed the master bedroom at the end of the hall, and began to crawl toward it. Her bones ached. On hands and knees she moved forward, past the nursery...the babies were asleep, they wouldn't mind her taking a little nap.

"I hate to see you leave," Blaze said from the doorway. "But I love to see you go."

The reporter turned her head and raised an eyebrow at her wife. She waggled her big ass, just to taunt her a little...but when the dickgirl stepped forward, Lois couldn't crawl away fast enough. The demon grabbed the zipper that ran down the back of the reporter's dress, and as Lois inched forward, it came undone...and the sleeves and top came loose, falling around the reporter's arms and breasts.

"Very funny, Angie," Lois said dryly.

The demon didn't answer her...she was too busy undoing the strap of the reporter's bra.

With a quiet whoomph, Lois Lane's breasts, unsupported, hit the carpet. Lois paused and sighed.

"You really want me to drag my milkers around on the floor?" The reporter said.

Except Blaze was already breathing heavy. Pawing at her wife's dress, peeling down the panties...and Lois became aware that the dickgirl was utterly serious.

"Uh...honey? I know you're feeling frisky, but the doctor said..."

Lois hadn't been able to shave since giving birth, and her cunny was covered with stubble. Angie's fingers sank into her wife's ass, tongue stretching to inhuman lengths as it ran over her wife's cunny.

"...th-then again, she did s-say we c-could resume normal marital relations wh-whenever I felt ready..." Lois huffed.

The tongue swirled over her. Fresh from the hospital, Lois knew she had to stink. She needed a shower, or a nice long bubble bath, a cup of coffee. Never in her life did she feel less sexy than she did right now...and yet Blaze's tongue was slurping at her cunny like she was some barely-legal teenaged hottie...and Lois sank down onto her fat, aching tits, shuddering as she leaned into her wife's face.

All too soon, playtime was over. Lois sighed as the tongue slipped out of her. Yet she knew that with six kids, it was going to be hard enough as parents. There wouldn't be as much time for sex as...

The reporter's eyes shot open as she felt the head of Blaze's dick rub against her pussy. A raw, unprotected dick.

"Angie, I'm not on birth control," Lois said, trying to pull away...but Blaze was already slipping inside, almost pushing Lois along with the **** of her thrust. "The doctor said it would be really easy...we should...use protection..."

It was like talking to a dog in heat. Blaze was squatting over her wife, already balls deep, her hands reaching down to grab handfuls of the sagging tits. Milk spurted out between her fingers.

"We already have six," the dickgirl murmured. "What's one or two more?"

"Angie!" Lois said...but her traitorous body was already humping back, meeting the thrusts, shivering at the first real sex in days. "...mind my hip."

Her wife kissed Lois's neck...but she didn't pull out. Not until one of the babies started to cry...and then Lois Lane Blaze pulled her body forward, spunk dripping out of her cunny as she crawled toward the bed. It would be time to feed the babies soon.