Epilogue: Home Alone

"It'll only be a week in Gotham," Lois Lane assured her. "I'll call you when I get to the hotel. All you have to do is go to work and not burn the place down while I'm gone, okay?"

Angelica Blaze's pregnant fiancé had left her with a kiss as she boarded the plane. A week in Gotham, to investigate some scandal with Wayne Enterprises. Nothing weird about that. The demonic dickgirl caught a bus home from the airport. She still owed eleven payments on the engagement ring and needed to save money.

The doorman smiled as she walked up. Lois had long ago gotten Angie her own key to their apartment, though it was still just Lois on the lease. The demon closed and locked the door out of habit and, with a shudder, let her human form go. She stripped, baring her blood-red skin, scratching at the base of her horns, cock heavy and balls aching...which is when it struck her.

"I'm...all alone." The demonic dickgirl blinked. She hadn't exactly been attached to Lois Lane by the hip for the last twelve weeks, but this was going to be the longest they had been apart since they had got together that night twelve weeks ago.

Blaze went in and laid on the bed. After thousands of years of life, twelve weeks of living with Lois Lane and now Blaze didn't know what to actually do with herself. By this time, normally, they would be having their pre-dinner quickie. Then after dinner Blaze would watch her soaps, or get a head-start on the calculations for the next astrology blogpost while Lois did her reporter thing, and eventually, Lois would start wiggling in her chair and Blaze would be hard and the demon would sneak up behind her fiancé and slip her hands up to grasp those slightly swollen tits and ask if the twins were lonely and...well, they'd make love. At least once, sometimes twice. Sex was the punctuation for their relationship.

Now Blaze stared at the ceiling, in the cold and lonely bed, and her cock was starting to throb...

"This is stupid," she said to herself. "I could just teleport to her hotel room. Or..."

The phone rang. Lois Lane's ringtone. Meredith Brooks' plaintive ballad about hurting and suffering.

Blaze fairly levitated off the bed in her eagerness to pick it up.

"Hey babe," Lois said. "You miss me yet?"

"What? Pffft, no." Blaze lied smoothly.

"You're not jerking off into my panties already, are you?"

Blaze looked at the underwear drawer. In truth, she hadn't thought about that yet.

"I left you a little surprise there. Go take a look."

Almost skipping, Blaze opened the drawer...and forgot to breathe as she stared at the stainless steel contraption.

It was a cock cage. A big one. A custom job, with a little clear tube that slid into the urethra so that the prisoner could still pee with it on. There was no key.

"I want you to sterilize it, lube up the tube, and put it on." Lois said. "And keep it on the whole week while I'm gone."

"Why should I do that?" Blaze said, trying to sound gruff. "You've left me all to my own devices. You'll be lucky if the apartment doesn't look like a Jackson Pollack painting by the time you get back."

"You're going to put it on, Angie," Lois said. "Because when you do, I'll tell you what the doctor said about the pregnancy."

The demonic dickgirl hesitated. In truth, it was a pretty empty threat; and a part of her knew that she could probably just fake it... She sighed, and dragged the metal cage over to the stove to boil it. Blaze had to admit she was completely pussy whipped.

They chatted as Blaze sterilized the device. With gloves on, she rubbed the tube with surgilube and carefully fed it into her urethra. There was a metal ring around the base which snapped into place. It wasn't tight...didn't cut into the flesh...but it also didn't permit the demon to take it off, at least not without breaking the cage or shapeshifting. Blaze wondered when and how Lois had gotten her measurements.

She snapped a picture.

"There, happy now?"

"Very," Lois said. "I want you to keep it on all week. I'll know if you don't."

"A week? Babe, I love you, but I need to empty my balls into three times a day just to keep sane..."

"Think of it as good practice. We're not going to have as much time to fuck when taking care of quadruplets, after all."

"Qu..." Blaze's eyes grew wide. "Four?"

"That's what the doctor said. Although he won't be able to tell exactly how many...it's kind of cramped in my womb," Lois said. "Which is why I want you to wear it for a week. I want you to save it all up for when I came home. Can you do that for me, Angie?"

Blaze's heart thundered in her chest. She closed her eyes. If any of the other demons ever heard about this... By the Dark Gods, she was so pussy-whipped it wasn't funny.

"Sure babe. I love you."

"I love you too."

They talked, but then Lois got hungry and had to go eat. She was eating for five, after all. They said their goodbyes...and then Blaze was all alone. Again.

The dickgirl stared down at her encaged cock. The things she did for love...