Epilogue: Lois Lane vs. Brother Blood

Within the circle of blood, the naked demon stared out at her captor. The pale young man wore a red and black costume that hugged a fit and muscular body, the only strange element the white cloth shawl wrapped about his shoulders like a cape. He had the pink eyes and silky white hair of an albino.

"You won't get away with this, Brother Blood!" Blaze said.

The scarlet succubus was splayed on her back against the complex sigil that had summoned and bound her. White candles had been placed at wrist and ankle, the dripping wax of the tapers had sealed her to the floor. If they had been normal candles, a child might have broken free...but against the occult knowledge at the cult-leader's command, for Blaze they might as well be made of adamantine.

The albino smiled. "You have no friends, demon. No allies to come rescue you. It was foolish of you to live so openly. With the lore of Solomon at my command, you are entirely at my power...and by the authority vested in me by Almighty God, I will use your powers to purge this world of unbelievers..."

A woman, dressed in a red robe, stood behind him. Reverently, she intoned: "We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you."

Blaze raised her horned head. She sneered.

"I have a wife."

Brother Blood gave an evil smile. Even Blaze, who had known the leers of the legions of hell, felt a slight queasiness in the pit of her stomach. There was madness in that smile. Religious mania. A sickness of faith that went deeper than the normal fanatic.

"If she comes within range of Mother Blood's mind control, she will serve me as a broodmare, to bare the next generation of Brother Blood!"

The demon could not keep a look off her face—rage, concern, disgust—and Brother Blood laughed at the demon's dismay.

Mother Blood, her eyes alight with her own fanatical faith, which swelled his power, recited: "Go out, O daughters of Zion, and look upon King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother crowned him..."

Against her mystical bonds, Blaze struggled...but the cultist had worked his blood-magic too well. He had Blaze's sigil, had recited the words that worked the invisible levers of the universe against her. Against those laws, she had no power...and bitterly she hoped only that Lois did stay away. Anyone she might recruit from the heroes of this world to send against Brother Blood and his church could fall under his power, especially once he added her own to them. He waited only for the stars to be right for the ritual.

For a moment, regret filled the demon's soul. She had been looking forward to seeing her children with Lois. Now that future seemed so distant...

Then Brother Blood fell to his knees, clutching his crotch. The demon shifted her head to look at him, the pink eyes wide, the already pale face now sheet white.

"They're...they're gone...how..." He said.

"My lord?" Mother Blood hurried to his side. "What....aaagh!"

The woman in red reeled and collapsed. Blaze watched with interest as her costume began to swell...and saw, with interest, that something similar was happening with Brother Blood.

Cold sweat poured down his face...no, not "him." Not anymore. Blaze watched as th features shifted, became more androgynous. The hard pectoral muscles softened and pushed out as little mounds, obvious through the tight fabric. The demon's white eyes shone and a Mona Lisa smile graced her lips as she realized what was happening...and what it meant.

"What's...happening..." Brother Blood leaned over and retched. The gloved hands moved from the crotch, the costume now noticeably looser than before, to the abdomen, which as with Mother Blood was suddenly taut and swelling. Stitches began to pop, seems coming apart, revealing the white flesh of his growing abdomen.

"Morning sickness, I'd say," Blaze said, unable to keep a note of triumph from her voice.

"But...how...where..." Brother Blood said. Or perhaps it would have been more accurate to say that there would soon be two Mother Bloods...seeing as both of the cultists were swiftly growing through the first trimester.

"We never did find out the full range of my wife's powers," Blaze said, as the albino was sick again. A red stream of half-digested blood vomited forth and washed across the edges of the circle. Like that, the spell was broken. With a full-body shrug the candles toppled and fell away. One burning taper rolled to a nearby hanging. Blaze stood up and gave it the extra little nudge so that the flame could lick at the bottom-most strands.

The albino, if she heard the demon, gave no sign. She was curled up in herself, hands pressed against her growing stomach, well past the second trimester and speeding along the way to delivery. The naked demon stooped and pulled the white shawl off the albino.

Something like understanding returned to the albino. Behind Blaze, the wall-hanging had begun to smoke, flame licking up the surface. The other cultist gave out a scream as her first contraction hit. The former Brother Blood reached out for the mystic artifact...

Blaze would not kick a pregnant woman in the stomach. But one foot caught the albino full in the face, scattering teeth across the circle that had been the demon's prison. She left them both there, as the flames spread.

The Church of Blood numbered in the thousands. Yet as Blaze walked through the halls, she noted that they were about to experience a tremendous population explosion. Every cultist between 18 and 80 was on their knees or back, screaming, moaning, robes pulled up to bare swollen bellies, red stains dripping down pews as they pulled their squalling newborns into the world, many of them through new, gaping cunts.

It was, the demon reflected, probably the largest immaculate conception event in history.

She wondered where Lois had gotten that kind of power.

As the demon stepped outside the front doors of the church, she found out.

Even though it had been scarcely a few days since she had seen her wife, the demon noticed that Lois Lane was arrestingly larger. Her pregnant gut loomed out in front of her like one of those award-winning giant pumpkins, large enough that a grown man could easily have fit inside, with room to spare. The former reporter's breasts, now each larger than that of most women full-term with twins, leaked milk constantly. The swollen thighs and arms, taut and thigh, were almost an afterthought.

Yet what struck Blaze most about her wife was that she was now floating about three feet off the ground...and glowing. Golden light cascaded out of her, and in her spiritual vision the aura of Lois Lane looked less like a mortal and more like some ancient, primitive goddess of fertility, a brilliant sun whose mere presence twisted flesh and instilled new life.

"How...?" Blaze asked as she drew closer.

<<The artifact vault>>, Lois Lane's mouth moved, but it was more than sound that came to the demon. She felt the words echo in her head, and carried with it emotions of love, relief, undertones of lust...and even visions.

Once they had determined the cause of Lois Lane's powers, they had sequestered all of ther feritlity artifacts they could find in a vault, warded and sealed so that she could not drain their powers. In her mind's eye, Blaze saw her greatly gravid wife tear open the warded door and push her bulk inside...the fertility magic of a hundred generations and dozens of pantheons entering the former reporter's body and soul at once, the gifts and blessings layering one atop the other, until now...

"You are a goddess," Blaze said as understanding dawned on her. "A New God. They're probably got prophesies about you..."

Lois Lane floated closer. One chubby hand came down on the shawl...and the white artifact burst into dust as the ancient enchantment was absorbed.

The reporter smiled.

<<You didn't think I was going to go through this pregnancy all on my own, did you?>>

The sun shone bright. Around them, plants began to blossom. Bees buzzed. The Church of Blood abandoned their burning cathedral, new mothers too concerned with saving their own flesh and blood to bother with relics or weapons as they poured out of the building...and none paid any attention to the strange couple, divine and infernal, that moved together in the grove.

Lois Lane rode on top, her great glowing gut eclipsing the demon as she squatted on her beloved's crimson cock. From beneath her, clutching the belly that teamed with their children, Blaze carressed the now nigh-invulnerable skin and felt the flickering of lives within. Their souls burned bright...but not as bright as their parent's lust.

The former reporter reached out as far as she could, hugging her tremendous tits to her as she rose up and down on that long, girthy prick...in a slow, steady rhythm, letting her holy juices drip down the length of the shaft, the scarlet testes swelling in sympathy with her unspoken need to be seeded again. It didn't matter now how many times Blaze came inside of her...for Lois could feel the absolute control she had over her pregnancy, the size and shape and number...the potentially millions of new livs she could irth in an endless stream if she so desired.

Perhaps she would. Her mind was still adjusting to her new senses, the new possibilities...and it was so much easier to ground herself in the here and now when she was pistoning slowly up and down on Blaze's prick.

The reporter opened her mouth wide and stuffed her own nipples into her gaping maw. Tasted the thick, warm milk. The flow of it through her tits, her own lips suckling at her sensitive nips...it was a kind of heaven. One she hadn't known she wanted...and as Blaze grunted beneath her, warm jizz splashing at the mouth of her greedy womb, Lois knew that it would take more than this quick bout of lovemaking to satisfy the needs of a goddess.

Unseen, two women pulled themselves from the ashes as the roof of the burning Cathedral of Blood collapsed. Their children wailed...one pale, like its albino mother, its eyes a stark and vivid violet.

"We will rebuild," the albino, the new Supreme Mother Blood said, voice raspy and eyes burning. "And we will have our **** on them both for this sacrilege!"