Epilogue: It's Good To Be The Queen

Lois Lane woke on a feather mattress on silken sheets, to the sound of servants drawing her a hot bath. The pregnant reporter could smell bacon frying and bread baking, and knew that the cooks were hand-squeezing Valencia oranges, and her nutritionist would have laid out the vitamins and supplements to ensure a healthy pregnancy. Her personal assistant would be laying out the day's wardrobe, the chauffeur would be waiting to take her to work.

It had taken Lois less than a month to get used to being waited on, hand and foot. Oh, she still kept up her job at the Daily Planet—being a journalist was an avocation, not just a job—but the reporter had found that luxury agreed with her. There was really no downside to being rich, married, expecting a baby...

Blaze snored. Lois turned onto her side to look at her spouse. The silk sheets were tented, and the reporter pulled it off, revealing the stiff morning wood. The ring on Lois's finger began to pulse. It was time to go to work.

She began with a kiss, at the very tip of the dick. Like an act of worship, her eyes closed, and she said a little wordless prayer. Let her tongue peek out from between her lips to tease the urethra, the precum weeping from the demon's piss-slit tingling the tip of her tongue. Then her lips parted, and Lois tilted her head, to rn her tongue down the sensitive underside of that cock...her half-lidded eyes watching as the little pink spines puffed up, and the middle of the cock swelled.

Her head dipped down between the demon's legs, seeking out the testicles, so big that she could scarcely fit one in her mouth at a time, slurping and sucking, mentally saying hello to her little friends who would, one day, have their chance at fertilizing her legs.

But not for another thirty-six weeks or so.

Blaze stirred, cock rigid and leaking now, hot splashes of pre-cum falling on the reporter's face. With a sigh she released the ball she had been sucking and drew herself up, facing her spouse.

Evil did sleep. It was her job to see that it woke up with a smile on its face. The reporter allowed herself a grin as she teased the tip of Blaze's dick with her pussy...the demon had got her horns caught in the pillowcase again, and was drooling a little out of the corner of her mouth. Sometimes, Lois wondered what the scarlet succubus dreamt of...she looked almost innocent at night, after a long, hard, final fuck session...perhaps Lois would ask her one day.

There was a little clatter as the chambermaid noticed her employers. She was new...a chubby young thing, barely twenty. Dark of skin and hair and eye, well-fed with swinging hips and meaty calves. Loise pretended she didn't know that the maid was there as she sank down on her spouse's scarlet schlong...but did nothing to contain the moan that erupted from her throat as the familiar prick slid back into its home.

Intellectually, Lois knew that no amount of fucking made a woman's pussy take the shape of any particular dick. Yet she remembered how it had felt those first few times, when she struggled to accept Blaze's girth, and new it slid in easily and snugly, muscles clenching as Lois eased her pussy over the wide hump in the middle, to feel the tip push against the back of her cunt...and Lois squeezed her pussy as tight as she dared, thighs trembling as she sat aside that demonic dick, and wondered if any other woman had ever felt this right taking a cock.

Wet schluck-schluck-schluck sounds filled the room as the blushing maid hurried about, picking up the discarded clothes from last night. The reporter's stomach rumbled, and she was eager for a nice big breakfast, glad at least that morning sickness hadn't started yet. She began to put her back into the morning fuck, ass rising and falling, baring her stuffed pussy again and again to her employee's sight as if daring her to say a damn thing about it.

Of course, she wouldn't. It wasn't sexual harassment, exactly. All of their employees were made well aware that Blazemight fuck her wife at any time, in any circumstance...and often enjoyed and exercised that privilege. There was rarely a weekend when Lois wouldn't be found bent over on the stairs of their new house, that crimson cock stuffed into her ass, and the reporter would have to limp to the bathroom, leaving a trail of ebony jism for the maids to clean up. Or on the toilet, having a piss, when her lady and mistress strolled in, cock gripped in both hands, wanting Lois to suck her cock.

Which Lois did. Every time.

A mere month ago, if Lois could have seen herself dropping to her knees during dinner, because Blaze wanted to cum inside her mouth...while all the waiters and butlers stared on...and guzzling that dark cum like the most precious wine, she would not have believed it.

Blaze woke with a start, her hips rising, cock stabbing deep as the first ejaculation of the day gushed into Lois Lane's cunt. The reporter rode that first wave of bucking, stabbing motions...and then they settled down as Blaze opened her eyes and caught her breath, hands gently grasping the reporter's ankles.

"Good morning, wife," Blaze said.

Lois rubbed her stomach. She could still feel the cock inside of her.

"It's early yet...I think we have time for one more before breakfast."

Blaze grinned. She caught the chambermaid's eye. "Please tell the kitchen, the lady of the house and I will have breakfast in bed. Also, the sheets will need to be changed and washed."

"Yes'm," the maid said, no doubt glad to have an opportunity to scurry off.

Lois smiled as Blaze lurched forward, pinning the reporter onto her back, her hot mouth latching onto the reporter's neck, sucking hard. The reporter wrapped her legs around her spouse's backside. A typical morning in their household.

It was good to be the queen.