Epilogue: Home on the Range

For the last thirty minutes, she had smelled the bacon fry and eggs and potato hash sizzle. There was coffee in the kitchen, and she needed that caffeine to work on her book...it was going strong, and she itched to get another chapter out...but there was one big problem.

At thirty-two weeks pregnant with quads, Lois knew she shouldn't sleep on her back. In truth, it was hard to find any position that was comfortable to sleep in. The belly stretched out in front of her like an obscene globe, the tips of her fingers just able to meet around the popped navel. Yet here she was, on her back, pinned to the pillow-top mattress by the weight of her gravid gut.

The time had come. She was utterly immobile.

Blaze, dressed in overalls and nothing else, wandered in with a tray.

"How's my novelist?" the demon cooed. "Hungry?"

"Help," Lois said in reply.

With superhuman strength the demon shifted Lois into a sitting position on the bed. The tray on its legs sat next to Lois, and she brought the plate up to rest on her breasts so that she could shovel scrambled eggs and toast and hash into her mouth. Lois didn't like to think what her ass would look like when these babies were finally out of her. Probably her body would never be the same again...

Blaze pulled up a chair near the bed, a cup of coffee in her hand. Without asking permission, the demon reached over, aimed one swollen teat at her mug, and squeezed. Lois stared daggers at her wife as the milk squeezed out into the dark liquid...then her eyes softened.

"Being good," Blaze said between sips. "Is fucking boring. You really can't get out of bed on your own?"

"Nope," Lois said, in between bites. She had swiftly demolished the farmhouse breakfast, a number of calories that would have been obscene if she wasn't so immensely, ridiculously pregnant. "I tried as soon as I smelled the coffee, but..."

"So," Blaze said, as she set her coffee down, those pure white eyes narrowed. "There's nothing to stop me from rolling you over and having my way with you."

Lois blinked. "Babe, no, I've got work..."

"I'll bring your laptop over here," the demon said as she unhooked the straps of her overalls and let them fall off to the floor. The scarlet cock was already hard. "I need this."

Which is how Lois Lane ended up on her side, the ruins of breakfast set aside the laptop resting on the bed next to her as her perpetually horny spouse ate her pussy, groped the immense belly and swollen, sagging, leaky tits, and finally shoved that magnificent crimson cock back into Lois' cunt.

It made it very difficult to type.

The strangest part was after she had finished—at least, Lois thought that Angie had finished, sometimes it was hard to tell when the demon was spent and when she was just taking a break before her superhuman stamina allowed her to recover and bust one more nut inside the reporter's overflowing pussy—the taut, crimson body lay pressed close against her wife's massively gravid form, the sticky dick pressed against Lois' thigh, and one red hand rubbed the distended abdomen over and over.

"I'm going to miss it, a little," Blaze said quietly. "When the kids come."

Lois said nothing. She knew what Blaze was getting at, but as much as she quietly loved the idea of being a mom, the thought of going through another pregnancy like this one...

"You don't have to answer right now," the demon went on. "But if you did want a...big family..."

"It's easy for you to say," Lois shot back. "You don't have to carry them. I couldn't even get out of bed this morning, Angie. You're going to have to help me up to get to the bathroom! I'm fat..."

"You're beautiful," Blaze said earnestly. "Like a fertility goddess of old."

As if to prove the demon's point, the cock grew hard again. It hit the underside of the reporter's swollen midsection with a wet slap. Lois sighed, but didn't try to close her legs as Angie guided the prick back to its warm holster.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes, okay?" Lois said. "No promises. I don't think I want to be pregnant...forever."

Lois wished she could put more **** into her voice when she said that...but Blaze kissed her neck, and the cock slammed in hard and deep, and inside her immense abdomen the babies shifted and kicked, as though aware that their sire knocked at their door.