Epilogue: Gilded Cage

"...one month since the disappearance of Daily Planet reporter Lois Lane. Sightings of Superman around the globe as he scours the Earth for the missing reporter. The Man of Steel has been fixated on this task nearly to the exclusion of all else, only intervening to prevent major disasters in the last few weeks..."

Lois stared at the screen, no longer listening to the words. Superman looked haggard, his face covered with stubble, eyes somewhat sunken, like a man that hadn't slept. She could only imagine him flying over the planet, eyes boring through earth and stone, ears tense for the merest peep from her. Despite what Blaze had said that night, she had never allowed Lois to leave; the reporter had been carried into her personal suite...and then the door had vanished.

Blaze squeezed the sponge and ran it down her back. The tub was big enough for both of them, and the demon hummed as she ran the lavender-scented sponge over her ****'s shoulders, combed fingers through the black hair that was growing long from the reporter's confinement. The reporter could feel the cock pressing against her back, warm and stiff.

Each night, she slept between silk sheets atop feather mattresses. Exquisite meals appeared when she was hungry, catering to every pregnant craving. Blaze herself attended her nearly every waking moment, save for when she wanted to be alone. She had only to think of a book or newspaper, and it would be provided; the television got every channel and streaming service. When she wanted to exercise, a room of equipment would be there for her, and hot baths and massages afterwards. Even when she vomited, nauseous and sick from the eggs she carried, Lois blew her chunks into a solid gold toilet, and rinsed her mouth was pure glacier water.

Yet it was a prison. She had not seen the sun in four weeks, had not felt the kiss of air. Lois could not even say that she was on Earth at all, and when she slept there were no dreams, as if she was cut off even from that little hope of escape.

The demon's sponge slipped over her breasts to her growing belly.

There were clothes, when Lois wanted them...but there was no one to see, and Lois had slowly outgrown the will to get dressed every morning. The only thing that got her out of bed some days was her habitual exercise, where she couldn't help but notice the slight swelling of her midsection, as yet small but unmistakable. She had read quite a bit about eggs the last few weeks, and asked Blaze some very pointed questions about demon anatomy...and knew that she would only get bigger.

All of this was for them. Her womb the perfect environment to carry the fertilized demon eggs to term. Her body, thinking it a normal albeit excessive pregnancy, was responding in all the ways it should—hunger, swelling, hormones—Lois fully expected to be lactating in a few months, if she didn't escape by then.

Yet for all the entertainments, too often Lois found herself meekly submitting whenever Blaze slid into bed with her. Offering no resistance when the demon would spread her thighs, and let her cock press against pussy or ass. At first Lois had told herself that she had ****, that Blaze had all the power here, that she was lulling the demon into a false sense of security so that when the opportunity came the reporter might escape.

Deep down in her heart, however, Lois knew the truth.

She had started to fuck Blaze back.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or that same psychological quirk in her nature that had drawn her to getting stuffed with the demon's eggs in the first place. Yet there were times of the day when Lois would sit there and feel the agitation of being alone, and wish for some pornographic novel or film. She would start to play with herself, rubbing her pussy, letting the moans fill the rooms of her prison...and yet it was never enough to get off, not really. Something was missing, some contact or connection with another person that mere masturbation couldn't supply. And when she couldn't stand it any more...

...Blaze would be there, cock hard, scarlet fingers sliding around the reporter's sides to come together over her little growing belly. The hot lips would brush Lois's shoulder, and the cock would press against the cleft of her ass, her small soft tits pressing into the reporter's back, and the succubus would just hug Lois until the reporter told her what she wanted, forcing Lois into making the little admission, eroding her dignity that tiny bit further.

In the bath, Lois gripped the sides of the tub and **** herself up and back. With an act of will, the screen changed; a pregnant woman was settling her fat ass on a hard cock, the bitch moaning with pretend pleasure. Blaze's hands came up over her shoulders, helping to steady Lois and settle her down gently...the dick spreading the pregnant pussy, soapy water invading...and Lois gasped, glad at least that she didn't have to watch Superman's face as she betrayed him once again.

There was little else to do, in this gilded cage.