Epilogue: Lois Lane Has Loved Well, But Not Wisely

It started with an itch. Lois Lane ignored it. Grown women don't scratch their pussies at work. By the time she could saunter to the bathroom in a socially acceptable manner, the itching had become a burning. It was all she could do to restrain herself until she could lock the stall door behind her, pull down her pants...and stare in horror at the black stain on her panties.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter's heart stopped for a moment, sure that she had somehow shit herself...except it didn't look or smell like fecal matter. Nor was it all over her butt. The reporter started unrolling a handful of toilet tissue and dabbed at the stain. It was definitely liquid...

Then she looked at her pussy. It was smeared with the black, oily goop. And the smell...it was sour.

Lois tossed the mess of tissue into the bowl and flushed, then grabbed another handful. She gently wiped her pussy, biting her tongue to avoid moaning. The rough tissue helped ease the burning a little, but the itch she wanted to scratch was deeper inside. Using two fingers, the reporter spread her labia...and dark crude liquid dripped out of her cunny into the toilet below.

With a grunt of disbelief, Lois started to dab and wipe...and it felt good, stuffing that handful of tissue into her pussy, though it didn't quite soothe the fire, so to speak. In fact, it was only making things worse, fingers scrabbling around in her itchy insides. She felt like she wanted to fuck a wire brush or something...and then Lois peeled her pussy as wide as she dared...and fetched out her smartphone.

Holding the phone in one hand, and her vagina open on the other, Lois quickly engaged the mirror function on the camera. Two pale fingers, smeared with grey-black ooze, were holding open her vagina...but where the insides of Lois Lane's pussy should have been a healthy pink, now it was black as an inky void.

The reporter cursed and took a picture. Sat back down on the toilet and sent it to Blaze, typing one-handed because she didn't want to smear the screen of the smartphone with her discharge.

LL: WTF IS GOING ON W/MY PUSSY!!!!

BL: Oh shit. The curse of Lilith. It's...um. Kind of an STD?

The reporter stared at the phone. She'd begged to be fucked by the demon, to get impregnated, to have her cunt scraped raw. Like some horny fucking cheerleader **** to get laid by the linebacker after prom. It had never even occurred to her to ask about sexually transmitted diseases.

LL: Is there a cure? It's not permanent, is it?

BL: Not while you're pregnant. Exorcism might be bad for the baby. During Stage 1 it flares up according to the tides of magic; during the full moon you should expect regular discharges...wear some pads and you'll be fine.

LL: How many stages are there!?!

BL: Like, three? Don't worry, you're totally fine. Only spreads by sexual contact, and we're both positive.

The reporter hung her head. This was karma. This was her comeuppance. And her pussy still burned, deep inside, as whatever demonic herpes virus or whatever colonized her birth canal, urinary tract, and Lilith alone knows what else.

LL: Can we fuck? I need something in me. Like, right now.

There was a discreet knock at the door of the stall. Lois recognized the bare red feet. She quickly opened the door, and Blaze—naked and mostly human-looking, except for the red skin and horns—waltzed in. Lois noticed that her crimson cock was hard, throbbing, and that the veins had a distinctly dark color, and the head was oozing black goo. The first time Lois had seen that, she had taken it for demonic cum, but now the reporter wondered if that was just a sign of the disease.

Agitated, pants still around her knees, Lois twisted around, balancing herself on the toilet seat, hoping nobody would catch them.

"Can't fucking believe this...hurry up and stick it in!" Lois hissed.

The demon grabbed her ass and pushed her drooling, diseased dick into the dark snatch. Lois had to bring her hand up to her mouth and bite into it to keep from moaning. It actually hurt. She was wet as anything, but she was so swollen and sensitive inside, it felt like...like that one time she sex while she had a urinary infection, her pisshole burning and her cunny itchy and achey, except about a million times more intense. Her pussy actually felt like it was on fire.

"This...curse...doesn't hurt the baby, does it?" Lois asked.

"Shouldn't. There might be a few other side effects," Blaze said as her cock threatened to tickle the reporter's cervix.

"Like...what?" Lois huffed, grateful for something to scratch the itch deep within.

"Um. Well, for human women, you're going to start lactating. Like, even if you weren't pregnant. That's stage two. Animals are going to start avoiding you—that's because your smell is changing—and when you hit stage three, you might start to notice some swelling, hot flashes, supernumerary nipples..."

"Wait, what?" Lois said, barely able to concentrated as the fat dick that had infected her scraped at her black insides, stirring up her oily cunt.

"Well, you know how some people have extra nipples along the milkline? Like dogs and cats? Same general thing."

"I'm going to grow extra tits?"

"Lactating tits. Lilith crafted the curse to facilitate human women being able to bear and wean demonspawn. So after the baby is born, we have to be really careful because you're going to be super fertile..."

"Gkch," Lois bit back a moan. It felt like she was literally dripping, her wet cunt squeezing hard on the demonic dong sawing away at her burning quim, and she couldn't tell if Blaze had just cum or if she had just lost control of her bladder, but something hot and wet was bubbling out of her and leaving a mess on the bathroom floor.

"Can you get us out of here?" Lois said. "I'll call in from home and tell them I'm sick..."

"Sure thing, sweetmeat," Blaze gave the reporter's cunny a little squeeze. "Look on the bright side..."

Lois Lane didn't want to hear about the bright side. The world twisted around them, and she found herself at home, perched precariously on her own toilet. Her demon lover's crimson cock was still buried in her pussy, black goo like crude oil slowly dripping out of the burning gash between her legs.

"...the more we fuck, the faster you should get to stage three!"

The reporter groaned. Blaze mistook her meaning and began to move again, cock sliding easily in and out of the dripping puss, entirely ignoring the black discharge that now thoroughly coated her cock. Lois Lane tapped an apology to her editor, telling him she'd be out sick today as the scarlet succubus plowed her polluted pussy.