Epilogue: High Risk Pregnancy

"As you know, it's very rare for women with multiples to go the full forty weeks of a normal pregnancy, and the babies often have to be delivered early and underweight," the doctor said, and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Our estimates put you at about the thirty-eighth week of pregnancy, and all eight fetuses all seem to be of relatively healthy size and weight. Frankly, waiting for natural delivery with all of its potential complications would be very inadvisable. I'd like to schedule you for a Caesarian as soon as possible."

Angelica Blaze Lane was in her demon form, seated on the hospital bed. Lois Lane held her wife's hand. Normally, the appearance of a six-foot demon ready to drop with octuplets would have shocked any normal doctor...but that was why they had come to S.T.A.R. Labs in the first place. Their new Metahuman Maternity facility was state-of-the-art, capable of everything from xenomorph extraction to Atlantean waterbirths.

"How will you pierce my skin?" Blaze said. "I can withstand the hottest fires of hell!"

"Our medical lasers go up to 1.2 Terawatts, and we have a selection of enchanted lenses," the doctor assured her. "And in extremis, we've got a scalpel that incorporates a piece of the Lance of Longinus. We haven't had occasion to test it on a demon pregnancy yet, but it worked when we performed an appendectomy on Blue Devil."

"I suppose," the pregnant demon grumbled. She looked unhappily at her stomach. Sitting up as she was, the bottom of her scarlet belly lay on her thighs, all the way to her knees. A great oblong shape, the navel stretched almost to formlessness. A dark black line ran up from her crotch, and there were purple streaks where the skin had stretched too far, too fast. Lois called them her "battle scars," but to the demon they were terrible imperfections on her once lean and graceful form...

...and they weren't the only ones. Her ass and hips and expanded over the months of **** inactivity and food; if she could have gotten into any pants, Blaze knew she'd see love handles and muffin-tops. Except any clothing at all had turned impractical months ago. Now, in those rare instances like today when Blaze had to go out, Lois had to tent her in a giant black moo-moo that draped her from neck to heel, her red feet in slippers.

Her once petite breasts had ballooned and then sagged; the nipples and areolae now huge black blotches on tits the size of bowling balls on either side of her massive gravid belly. Even her arms and face had filled out and softened, though so far the demon had managed to avoid the dreaded bingo flaps or second chin.

"I have to pee again," she announced, dourly. It was still embarrassing to say that out loud, even though there was now so much pressure on her bladder that it seemed she had to pee constantly.

The doctor stood up. "I'm going to schedule the surgery for the morning. Try to get some rest."

As she left the room, closing the door behind her, Lois helped her wife in the delicate maneuver of turning onto her side...it was the only way they had to gain access to the gravid succubus's genitals. By the time they finished the maneuver, Blaze was panting, short of breath even from that slight exertion, and almost ready to burst.

"Not to worry," Lois said as she guided the tip of Blaze's cock into the bedpan. "All set!"

The room was silent then, except for the steady drizzle of urine hitting the back of the plastic container.

In her heart, Blaze was grateful for her wife's constant assistance, offered without comment. Few beings, human or demon, could have wished for so dutiful a mate and companion. Yet it pained Blaze to be so helpless. She could not imagine what her old enemies would say, to see her like a great bloated tick, her superhuman strength and stamina barely keeping her mobile with the sheer weight of her pregnancy...she wasn't sure how mortal women did this.

Well, except that most of them didn't. Even Blaze was sure she couldn't have managed it without magic, and she was fairly certain that the fetuses were draining most of her powers at the moment; it was the only explanation for why they were all so big and healthy, despite a few of them having been conceived so relatively late. Lost in such thoughts, she finished. Lois took the pan away and emptied it in the toilet. Soon, the demon knew, she would be back with a wet-wipe to clean her dick.

Then the pure white eyes opened wide. The wet, warm sensation against the tip of her cock was most definitely not a wet-wipe.

She turned her head, not able to see over her shoulder, and thought of conjuring a mirror...and then Lois laid a hand on the pregnant dickgirl's hip, and Blaze knew that Lois was down there sucking her cock.

As Blaze had gotten larger, and both of them had gotten more conscious about the dangers of unprotected sexual contact, they had to adapt their lovemaking to suit...something that neither of them was entirely happy about, really. Not that Lois minded sucking cock or playing with Blaze's pussy, but the demon knew that her wife was frustrated not being able to get her own cunny stuffed, and the positions in which Blaze could eat her wife's cunt were now so limited that they rarely managed it. In fact, it must have been two weeks since the scarlet succubus had gotten her wife off, she realized.

Now, Lois was getting herself off. The reporter was panting as she pulled her mouth off Blaze's hard dick. Let it slap against the underside of her wife's belly as Lois quickly shucked pants and panties.

"Wait," Blaze said, as Lois squeezed onto the bed. The back of their thighs touched, and Lois drew back the cock between the demon's legs...an unnatural angle, but probably the only one that allowed penetration at this point. "I don't...a condom...you know what'll happen!"

"You're giving birth tomorrow anyway," Lois Lane said, a hint of madness in her voice. "And it feels better raw."

Whatever else Blaze had to say was cut off as, for the first time in months, her unprotected cock slid into her wife's tight, unprotected cunt. The hospital bed creaked under their combined weight, and Blaze grabbed her wobbling belly as the babies were awoken by the sudden stimulation. She whispered cantrips of sleep, crooned a dark lullaby her own bitch of a mother had used to sing over her when she was newly born...

It was an awkward position for both of them, and only an inch or two of the demon's dick could even squeeze into the reporter's cunny...but it did...and Blaze felt Lois Lane's desperation. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of the reporter's fingers on her clitoris, the heavy breathing, the thighs rubbing against her own...and it was only a matter of minutes when Blaze felt Lois squeeze her tight, shudder and gasp as the long-denied climax she had needed was finally upon her...and then, she felt her wife's hand reach down and stroke the part of the shaft that wasn't inside her pussy.

"C'mon honey...I know you need this too..." Lois panted. "Once we have all the babies out, there won't hardly be time for sex. Got to get it out of our systems while we can..."

Minutes passed, and Blaze quivered in barely repressed lust. She wished that she had her old body back, so that she could plunge her fat cock deep inside Lois where it belonged, and paint the mouth of her womb black with her unholy seed. But Blaze couldn't. She held back, even as Lois's rutting grew more frenzied and frantic, the bed shaking. It was dangerous...it was...

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Blaze moaned, her wife's favorite exclamation bursting from her lips as the pent-up seed from weeks without were finally released. Black sludge as thick as tar burned a line down her swollen shaft and exploded into the reporter's cunny.

They stayed like that for several minutes, panting and sweaty. Blaze slowly deflated inside of Lois. They might pay for that later, she knew. At this point, the demon knew her wife's cycles as well as Lois herself did, and it had been ten days since the reporter's last period...dangerous days. Still, the Caesarian was scheduled for tomorrow, and it wasn't likely that Lois was going to conceive this very night. It took time for sperm to meet with egg, for the fertilized egg to implant on the cell wall, and...

Lois moved off of Blaze's cock, but she didn't immediately leave the bed. Instead, she pressed her ass against Blaze's now much more capacious backside. The demon shifted, almost instinctively, not sure what her wife was doing.

"Getting us lined up," Lois explained, in that weird way she had of almost seeming to read the demon's mind.

"For what?" The massively pregnant demon replied.

"You know for what," Lois said.

"But that's...it can take days to fertilize an egg!" Blaze said.

"Or as little as half an hour," Lois reminded her. "And, I've been taking fertility **** to stimulate ovulation."

"You what?" Blaze said, her jaw dropping onto her chest. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

"I, um, wanted it to be a surprise?" Lois said weakly.

The demon wanted to be furious. She was furious. But whatever anger and hurt flared in her heart at this abject betrayal was quelled as she felt something like a magnetic **** that stuck their cunts together.

"Oh no," Blaze said as she felt the familiar sensation.

"Oh yes!" Lois said, unable to contain her excitement...and Blaze wondered then at the perversity of her wife, at how far she had gone into whatever fantasy world that had led her to this moment, this situation...and somehow the demon knew that she herself was to blame for this new and terrible kink that the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter had developed.

Fluid pressure filled the channel as human and demon pussies opened. Cervixes briefly dilated, and though Blaze could not feel it, she knew that something had passed into her when she felt a tremble of weakness...more of her magic was being drained from her. A lot more. Her already massive stomach groaned as the shiny, nearly translucent scarlet skin began to expand outward, the volume increasing as the new addition...no, it had to be additions...found space and raced through their growth cycles, taking their places with their brothers and sisters.

Blaze clawed at the belly, and the scarlet skin was in some places a vibrant, deep pink, so thin she could swear that it was about to tear...and when the strange, magical suction ended, a great, deep pain rippled through the gravid form, and liquid gushed out of her gaping slit.

"Call the doctor," Blaze said, her voice already tired. "I don't think the babies are going to wait until morning."

Nor did they resort to a Caesarian at the end. Though she felt weak as a kitten, and unable even to muster a bolt of hellfire, the demon's body was still superhumanly strong and flexible, and her innate regeneration allowed her to cope with traumatic birth injuries that would have killed or crippled a merely human woman. Lois was there, holding Blaze's hand through it all, mopping the sweat from between the laboring demon's horns...and then, at last, after many hours of terrible labor and work, an exhausted doctor sat back as the last of the placentas was pushed through the gaping birth canal.

The demon's stomach looked like a deflated beachball, though Blaze had hopes her body would recover in time.

"Well done, Mrs. Lane," the doctor said. "I'm not sure where those extra two babies were hiding, but you're now the mother of ten children!"

Lois Lane leaned down and kissed Blaze tenderly on the side of her face. She breathed a few words, so soft that only her wife could hear them, and the exhausted demon felt her heart quicken.

"For now."