Epilogue: Hospital Sex

Night at the hospital. Lois lay awake in the dark. Restless. Her eyes felt burned out from staring at the screen all day, the internet her only relief from the tedium. Physical therapy had been limited to a few arm and leg exercises, in bed. They'd let Blaze give her a sponge bath, but getting up and walking wasn't happening. Even getting into a wheelchair was out of the question. The doctor was afraid for Lois and the baby.

Twenty weeks pregnant, and Lois Lane was going to be bed-bound nearly until birth. Maybe longer, if infections set in.

Angie was sitting slumped against her wife. Lois recognized the cadence of her breathing. The demonic dickgirl wasn't asleep, not yet. She'd told Lois once that in this state her supernatural senses could be attuned to fluctuations in magic throughout the city, that no spirit, demon, or sorcerer could enter the hospital without her knowing.

Yet Lois also knew that meant her focus on her physical body was...less.

The injured reporter let her good hand slide down the collar of Blaze's t-shirt. Lois closed her eyes, thanking her lucky stars that Blaze still hadn't learned how to wear a bra. Her hand settled on the small, soft breast, fingers searching for a nipple...

"Ah," Lois sighed. She bit her lip and gave a little squeeze. Fingers played with the nipple, letting it harden as her fingertip rubbed it back and forth. Some women, Lois knew, had hair around their nipples, but her wife's breasts were smooth as a baby's bottom...

Shouldn't start anything I can't finish, Lane, Lois told herself...and sighed, looking at the small mound of her stomach, more prominent with the blankets piled on top of it. Lois Lane had gone from getting fucked in the ass every day to nothing, and Blaze treated the reporter like she was made of glass. Their sex life had been placed on hold...and Lois felt terrible about it, for more than just her own thwarted libido. She knew how badly Blaze had needed to get off every day...how well she had been doing, when she had been fucking Lois regularly...and the reporter's fears had been racing through her mind lately.

Will she go back to being evil, if I don't fuck her? Lois wondered. Or worse...what if she finds somebody else? Some sweet young nurse, or some slutty heroine. The Justice League still sends people to guard me when she isn't here...

Lois rook her hand out of her wife's shirt. Ran her hand down to where that thick cock was already hard, the swollen cockhead sticking out the top of the waistband. Licked her lips as her fingers squeezed around the rubbery tip. Her thumb ran over the urethra, feeling the first dribble of precum...wanting so badly to taste it.

In the dark, she slowly began to shuffle her fingers. It was an awkward angle, but Angie was hard, the cock was hot in her hands...and Lois felt her cheeks flush as she heard her wife's breathing grow more intense. The drizzle of precum wet over her fingers. Lois could actually smell that dick, and wondered if that was because she was pregnant. A part of her wished she could touch herself at the same time as...

Sooner than she expected, Lois felt the hot, sticky goo spurt out over her hand. It oozed out like lava, and Lois shivered as she kept stroking, her pent-up wife spurting a nasty, messy, thick load all over her fingers. When Lois couldn't take it anymore, she brought her hand up to her face and stuffed the gooey fingers into her mouth. Her tongue licked at the salty goo...and her whole body shivered. She gulped it off every finger, heart hammering in her chest...and when she was done, Lois laid back, not sated at all.

They had to find a way around this. They had to find a way to fuck. Lois didn't care how. If she didn't get a dick in her soon, she was going to go insane.