Epilogue: Interview With The Demon

"So," Lois clicked her chopsticks. "You were Queen of Hell?"

"For a season, until the next cosmic timeline reboot bullshit," Blaze grumbled. The scarlet succubus had shown up, in human guise, tall and elegant, in black jeans and black boots and black t-shirt, like a teenager who had learned the first rule of fashion that black when with anything. Her wide mouth had smiled, showing perfect white teeth against the olive skin, and Lois knew there were more than a few women who would have fallen for that smile right then and there.

At the reporter's assistance, Blaze had assumed her actual form as soon as Lois had invited her into her home.

On the slightly misshapen body, the clothes were less elegant, and Blaze pulled off the t-shirt to sit at the table topless, her small breasts with the tiny supernumerary teats hanging beneath them. In proper light, Lois could appreciate what a hybrid Blaze was. Her fingers were stubby, the nails large and hard and half-way to claws or hooves, and as she wiggled out of her boots, she stretched her toes and let the big nails click against the kitchen's linoleum floor.

Not for the first time, Lois wondered if this really was Blaze's true form, or if the demon was simply taking it to play on the reporter's sympathies—a long con, for this was their fourth date night, but perhaps not so long for a being who measured their lifetime in millennia. Subtly, the reporter had tested the demon's story, her memory, but she hadn't caught the scarlet succubus in another lie. Not yet.

"How do you remember these things, if they change the whole timeline?"

"It's...hmm," Blaze wrinkled her nose and flapped her ears, a gesture she made when thinking that Lois found impossibly cute. "It's not always a complete reset. It's not like I'm immune to the events that cause things, but sometimes I'm aware that things are changing...just like I'm aware of other Blazes, other iterations of myself throughout the multiverse. You've heard the expression 'someone walked across my grave?'"

"Of course," Lois said, as she dug into her moo goo gai pan.

"That actually happens with me, or us I should say. When a version of myself dies, in one of those alternate timelines, we all feel it, or a faint echo of it. Usually, that's the limit of it. A slight moment of panic, followed by a flicker of emptiness and loss...and then the moment passes. We can't do anything for each other, you know. It's just that we can sort of feel things...sometimes bits of information filter through, when we meditate or sleep. Secrets, spells, news...not always applicable. Last night, one of us defeated a Green Lantern with an apple pie, and I remembered the recipe."

Lois chewed and swallowed. "How do you defeat a Green Lantern with an apple pie?"

"Use yellow apples."

The reporter groaned and shook her head, not sure if the demon was being serious or making a terrible joke. Either was entirely possible.

"So these thoughts...feelings," Lois reached out to snag a bottle of beer and take a swig. "Do they include sexual feelings?"

The demon's cheeks burned deep purple, right across the bridge of her nose. Lois grinned. She still wasn't sure if that was for show or not, but it was still cute.

"Sometimes," she murmured.

"So when I'm sucking your cock," Lois went on, enjoying the demon's unease. "Am I sucking all the cocks of all the Blazes in the multiverse?"

"Not...I mean, it doesn't work like that. I can't just piggyback their sensorium or anything. We just get these flashes. Probably they...probably they've gotten a glimpse of us. Together, I mean." The demon licked her lips. "Not that that's much of a surprise."

Something about the way Blaze said that caught Lois's attention.

"Oh? Getting your cock sucked by me doesn't move the needle?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean..." the demon stirred her chow mein with her chopsticks, not meeting the reporter's eyes. "Well, lately...a lot of my...other selves. They've been having relationships with versions of you. Since that night. In the other timelines, I mean. I've gotten bits and pieces here and there."

Lois set down her chopsticks. "So...you're telling me. There's a bunch of other Blazes and Lois Lanes that are in sexual relationships with each other?"

"Yeah?"

The reporter sat back from the table. She wasn't sure how to process that. It was one thing to think that in an infinite multiverse anything could happen, that maybe somewhere out there Lois had made a different decision, gone down a different path, and ended up somewhere else, doing something completely different. Lois had always sort of imagined that in another world she might be editor of the Daily Planet, or a freedom fighter battling the invading forces of Apokalips, or had married Superman. The idea that she was in another world, fucking Blaze...

The reporter's brow furrowed. "Are we fucking in another world? Like, right this minute? Can you tell?"

Blaze slurped her noodles and looked pensive for a moment.

"I don't...think so? I mean, keep in mind of all my countless other selves, I can't usually zero in on one. It's pretty random...etheric interference, or dimensional frequencies shifting, that kind of thing. I just get these bits and pieces here and there, and ever since that night a lot of them we're...intimate."

"Huh," Lois said. She took another swig of the beer, which was sticky, warm, and too sweet; she preferred them dry and cold. "Are they...are we...happy?"

The big white eyes blinked. "I think so? I mean...I'm not...a good person. I'm evil. Some of them I'm sure I've got you tied up in a basement somewhere, **** you over and over with my huge cock, trying to put a baby into you."

"Oh really," Lois raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "So you and your fat cock are laying some pipe, huh? Trying to knock me up?"

The reporter's leg stretched out beneath the table and touched Blaze's pants. In her normal form, the shape of the hips and legs was different, and what were perfectly sized skinny jeans turned baggy and loose at the waspish waist. The reporter's big toe touched the warm hardness of Blaze's erection. The demon froze, scarcely able to breathe.

"I think...I think in some of them you're already pregnant," Blaze said quietly.

Lois let her toe slide up the sensitive underside of the shaft. There were little fleshy nubs and bumps along its length, which the reporter knew from experience felt really fucking great as they scraped along the walls of her cunny...and something about all this talk, or the beer, was getting her excited. She took another swig.

"Yeah? Well, if my other selves have taken that fat fucking cock in their pussies bareback, unprotected...maybe some of them were trying to get pregnant."

It was a terrible tease, and Lois knew it. She'd been lucky that first night not to get knocked up when she had let Blaze cum inside of her, and by the time of their second date Lois had restarted her birth control prescription. So she felt safe...perfectly safe...taking Blaze's cock inside her puss. Which added sense of danger seemed to really spur the demonic dickgirl on to new heights of passion.

The reporter's big toe and second toe clamped around the base of the swollen, rubbery head. Something warm and wet leaked down between Lois's toes.

"Would you like to impregnate me?"

Like a matador, teasing a bull. Blaze's nostrils flared, and she overturned the table. Ripped her black jeans in one violent motion as she stumbled toward the reporter, the cock painfully erect. Lois Lane laughed and spread her legs wide, glad she's worn a skirt and no panties beneath, ready to meet her lover head on...and a moment later she was pushed up against the fridge, the cunt-splitting cock buried inside of her, shirt pushed up so that Blaze could suck at her breasts, and Lois moaned as her ass ground into the cold door of the fridge, and something warm and hot was already trickling out of her pussy...

...and Lois Lane wondered if, somewhere out there across the universe, a hundred versions of Blaze felt some distant echo of that primal rutting fury as the cute misshapen demonic dickgirl balled her lover with **** need.