Epilogue: Lois Is Late

Lois Lane's periods were regular as clockwork. She had the date on the calendar, marked in red, for when Aunt Flo was scheduled to come for a visit.

Was regular. Past tense. Now, the reporter knew how a broken typewriter felt.

She stared at the pregnancy test accusingly, but inside all of her recrimination was for herself. For the last month, she had been working by day and "studying" the book by night. The work had uncovered that the missing women had joined a cult, packed up and left to some janky retreat over in Bludhaven. One mystery solved.

The "studying" began with practicing the spells in the book and usually ended up with her teasing the pussy page and then humping the demon dick that emerged. It was worse than when she had her first apartment all to herself and could masturbate whenever she wanted. After a few weeks of work, Lois was growing more confident in her spellcasting—but that wasn't the only positive result.

All those nights, all that demon jizz letting loose inside of her. Lois had never given any thought to the consequences. Until now. Staring at the little blue cross, the reporter knew she couldn't put off thinking about it anymore.

"Mother fuck," she said aloud. "I'm going to be a fucking mother."

She couldn't even believe she'd been that stupid—or careless. Unless...

"Oh you bitch," Lois muttered accusingly, eyes narrowing as she stared at the book. "You put the whammy on me, didn't you? Little hypnotic trap, get the reader to spread their legs for you? Well, it worked."

It was then, contemplating the nine months that lay ahead of her, that Lois' thoughts turned to ****. She steeled her will, focusing her mind on a single goal as she turned past the familiar page that was a portal to the infernal pussy that had been her plaything for the last month—on to one of the stranger spells she had read about, but never dared experiment with.

She read the instructions carefully and then turned the page to read the warnings. It was deceptively simple...old magic, potent and dangerous. Lois smiled. Worth the risk.

A hand mirror was fetched from the bathroom and placed on the floor. The pregnant reporter disrobed, trying not to stare at her flat stomach. Not showing yet...wouldn't be showing for weeks...and stared down past that. She stood with feet shoulder-width apart, the mirror between them, right hand twisted in the sign of Koth. In the mirror, she could see the line of her pussy, the slightly darker labia just protruding past the outer lips.

Lois focused on her breathing. Felt the air enter and leave her lungs, in a calm, controlled cycle. Her anger and lust still boiled within her, but Lois found her center. The balance point from which she could direct those energies, instead of letting them direct her. She spoke the incantation, focusing her will on shaping each syllable, giving sound to the thoughts within.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos...Azarath, Azarath!

The light in the room flickered. A terrible emptiness seemed to fill Lois' head, all her emotions drained out of her, leaving her oddly clear-headed...and a heat built in her loins. She could feel it there, struggling to break free. A part of her wanted to fight it, deny it—but Lois hushed that voice. Her conscience had grown weak over the last few weeks.

Something shifted within her. A pressure, moving along her vaginal canal. Not painful...almost familiar. Lois stared down at the mirror, watching it emerge.

I wonder if this is what it'll feel like when I give birth?

The mass moved through her. In the mirror, she saw her pussy bulge...the lips brushed apart from within...and a cock began to emerge. Smoothly, swiftly, the length of pink flesh seemed to pour out of her, hardening as it went, the soft worm growing erect, the foreskin peeling back to reveal a bright pink, spongy dome, a little pointed and narrow.

Lois shifted her stance, looking down at the hard cock that had emerged from her pussy. It was a great deal like the one that emerged from the book—but this one was hers. Human. And the reporter smiled nastily as she thought of what she was going to do with it.

She flipped the pages, the book falling open once more to the familiar page. The great red stain from which, with practiced ease, Lois could now call forth the puffy red pudenda almost effortlessly. The reporter took a deep breath, her aching hard-on wobbling before her.

Never tried this while maintaining a spell before... Lois had to focus to maintain the cock's existence. It was harder than she thought...but weeks of spell-training had done wonders for her powers of concentration. Gradually, the familiar flesh bulged forth from the paid. The reporter considered the soft, warm, quivering mound before her.

How many times have I traced that slit with my fingers? My tongue? Squeezed and probed, petted and fucked... It was responsive, Lois knew. She had seen it squeeze tight, squirting when it came. I shared my toys with you. The reporter remembered the vibrators and dildos she had used. And this is how you repay me?

Lois set the book at the edge of the bed and half-knelt to line her cock up with it. The demonic cunt was wet and ready, as it always ways. The reporter wondered if the infernal being this was attached to could feel the difference, as she set the warm head against those hot lips. Whether somehow, in whatever hell she inhabited, this "Blaze" knew what was going to happen. The reporter's heart fluttered.

I hope so.

The human woman drove the cock home, sliding it into the warm, tight hole before her in one sudden thrust, not stopping until her hips slammed into the vellum page. The muscles of the pussy squeezed tight around her, and Lois almost lost hold of the spell, overwhelmed by the new sensations running through her mind and body.

Yet she set her teeth and drew her cock back, back out of that sweet fuckhole into the cruel world—and slammed it back in.

It was not a long or skillful fuck. Lois humped the book-pussy as hard as she dared, feeling the boiling pressure within her, the unaccustomed tightness that threatened to squeeze off her new-grown cock. Only days ago she had toyed with the idea of a nice, lingering lovemaking...of making the trapped, demonic cunny feel good, as she had with her fingers, her tongue, her toys. Now...

Lois grunted like a teen as she slammed her dick home, again and again, heedless of any pleasure. She was a woman on a mission...and as the fevered humping hit a crescendo, the pleasure peaking, her mind almost dissolving as she desperately tried to hold the spell together...Lois came.

The reporter groaned aloud as she buried her "manhood" into the book, emptying her first load into its waiting depths. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. She could feel every part of it as the fluid traveled the length of her magical cock, and exploded out of the tip in a moment of burning ecstasy that had Lois clenching her buttocks, thighs aching.

Gasping for breath, Lois squeezed unfamiliar muscles, trying to expel the last drop of seed. Finally, feeling herself soften, she withdrew. Her cock, wet with the demon's juices, hung flaccid from her pussy. The demon's cunt was a mess, a violated red rose, a pool of white cream at the center.

Lois released the spell, feeling the cock withdraw back along its course inside of her. She laid a hand on her stomach, trying to catch her breath. Hoping, rather guiltily, that none of what she had just done would affect the baby. Then she said out loud, though there was no way for the demon to hear it:

"Now, let's see how you like it."