Epilogue: Fun & Games

Butterflies fluttered in Lois Lane's belly in the bathroom as she and Angie got ready for their little performance. The last few days had been a whirlwind of magic, games, sex, and now...now she was married to an angel. A well-hung, virile angel. And though it was too early to tell, she was insistent that Lois was already pregnant and now...now Zatanna Zatara was waiting in one of the chairs facing their bed, in a Vegas hotel room, ready and waiting to watch the happy married couple fuck.

It should have been insane. These things didn't happen in real life. Yet at the same time, Lois thought:

Why not? Why can't I get freaky and weird, and get dicked like no woman has gotten dicked before, all while Zatanna watches? There's nothing wrong with it. Lois and Angie were married, they were together, sex was a beautiful, natural thing...

"Lois?" Blaze asked. The dark-haired angel was carefully moving a disposable razor around her wife's asshole. "I...I was wondering if...we could do something special. Since this is..."

The reporter was struck by how strangely different Blaze was as an angel than she had been as a demon...yet she knew that underneath the coquettishness, the same drives moved her. Staring down between her own legs, Lois could see the former demon's cock was already hard.

"What's that babe?" Lois said. She held up cheeks apart as the angel carefully finished her delicate work.

"I, um. I've never..." The angel took a deep breath. "You're going to think it's silly."

"Babe, no," Lois said, as her wife splashed some aftershave over the reporter's fresh-shaved bunghole. "Whatever you want. Let's do it."

Which is how they ended up, a few minutes later, naked on the bed. Angie sat with her back against the head of the bed, her legs and wings spread wide. Lois sat opposite her, hair still wet from the shower. She leaned back against a pillow, spreading her pussy with both fingers, the soles of her feet pressed against the fat cock that stood out from the former demon's body at a 45° angle.

"Okay...so, I was sort of expecting to see you two fall into bed and hump like bunnies," Zatanna said from her chair. The magician still work her full get-up, with the white gloves and the blacktop hat, the fishnets and heels, the black frock coat and the white bustier that showed off her cleavage to such advantage.

"It's...it's kind of this thing I've wanted to do for a while," Angie said, guilt in her voice. "I mean, like, I used to write my name in the snow and sands of hell, and I got so good at it that I thought...you know, if I had enough pressure, maybe..."

"Yeah, no, I get it," Zatanna coughed, and couldn't resist a smile. "You uh, go right ahead. Pretend I'm not even here."

"Actually," Lois said. "I think you need to give Angie a hand."

Zatanna blinked. "Say what now?"

The reporter's bare feet clutched at the base of the dick, until her toes and heels nearly met. Lois Lane's abdomen's flexed a little as she lifted her legs, knees still at full akimbo. The distance between the head of the cock and her pussy wasn't far...maybe half the reach of an arm. But Zatanna could immediately see that the angle was wrong. Provided Blaze could manage to shoot cum the right distance, at that angle it would overshoot her wife's pussy completely, and land on the reporter's breasts...or maybe her stomach.

"If you could, um, grab my penis and...aim it..." Blaze squirmed a bit, her cock tensing between her wife's feet. "That's not cheating, is it? I don't want to be unfaithful!"

"No, no, it's cool, it's cool it's...okay, I can do this," Zatanna shook her head and pulled herself off the chair. She took a step toward the bed. She looked down at Lois. "Wait, aren't you already pregnant?"

Lois gave a shrug. "Won't do any harm if she gets a bulls-eye then."

Zatanna nodded...and then came over and sat down on the bed next to Angie, their asses almost touching. The magician peeled off the white glove on her left hand.

The reporter kept masturbating her wife's cock with her feet. In truth, just giving Blaze a footjob wasn't doing much for her...but the moment the magician's bare fingers touched her wife's erect cock, Lois felt a little erotic thrill shiver down her spine...and knew that if Zatanna looked over at her target, the pink diamond the of the reporter's exposed pussy would be wet.

For her part, Zatanna seemed engrossed in the game. She eyed the angle of the cock, and pressed it downward. The stiff prick wanted to rise and resisted her, but the magician's elegant fingers pressed and held it firmly down, until it was just a little ways above level with the bed.

"Okay," Zatanna said, maintaining her position. "Now what?"

Lois grinned. She began to rub her feet harder and faster, thick, rough souls scraping along the length of the cock, and Lois could see her wife's nostrils flare, her nipples hard, face beginning to flush.

"Fire at will!" the reporter answered, in the barking command tone her father used to use.

Moments later, Blaze grunted. A pearly white stream burst out of the end of her swollen cock. Zatanna was so shocked that she momentarily let go of the dick, which rose. The semen arced, went wide, and splattered against the reporter's abs, droplets hitting her underboobs. The white jizz began to run down the gutters of the reporter's abs...but they had missed.

Zatanna stared at her fingers in something like horror. White pearly drops hung off of her fingertips, backsplash from the sudden movement of the cock. The magician stared at it, and Lois just saw a pink tongue come up between her parted lips...

"I'll take that, if you please," Lois said.

The magician blinked, shaken out of her reverie.

"What?"

"Bring your hand over here," Lois said. "I'll lick them clean."

Mechanically, Zatanna stood up and went over to the reporter's side of the bed. She lowered her fingers toward the reporter's head...and Lois Lane's mouth closed on the two sticky fingers, lips sealed. Her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked the salty seed off the witch's fingers, her tongue playing around the tips.

After a moment, Zatanna pulled her hand back.

"Okay, well that was...a fun couple of moments..."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "As you were, gunner. You missed the target."

The witch blinked again, then turned to look at Angie...whose cock was still standing, tall and proud and stiff, a little jizz oozing from the angel's piss-slit.

"I...how many times can she...?" Zatanna asked.

"All night long," Lois said smugly. "Now come on. Mommy wants to feel that hot jizz hit her cunt!"

"Language, darling," Angie said. She smiled at Zatanna. "Zee, if you would, I think this time if you hold your fingers steady, we'll get her."

"Right," Zatanna said, shaking her head. She laughed then, an honest laugh. "You know I honestly thought this was going to be something a little more...hardcore. You really have changed."

"Well, we can still do hardcore games later," Lois said, as she tried to pull her pussy wider, to make a better target. "After all, the night is long...and we're all having fun."