Epilogue: Lovers

Fish tacos at the little Mexican place near S.T.A.R. Labs. Lois greeted her girlfriend with a kiss that raised a blush on Angelica Blaze's cheek. Their little "dates" had gone from once every couple of days to once a day over the last few weeks. Lois hadn't been surprised when the divination spell announced their pregnancies, though she had more faith in what the regular pregnancy test would tell her soon.

"So," Lois said, as Angie was in mid-bite. "Tell me. You never tried to fuck yourself with your cock before?"

For a succubus who had been seducing mortals for untold centuries, Angie had zero chill about such a question. Her teeth crashed through the taco loudly, eyes momentarily turned pure white as she glanced back and forth to see who had heard the question. The demon swallowed her mouthful hastily. Lois sucked on a wedge of lime.

"That's...an unseemly question," Blaze said. "How would you like it if I asked about your history of masturbation?"

"I'd answer," Lois said. Beneath the table, she slipped off her shoe and ran a toe up the demon's inseam. "Good girlfriends don't keep secrets from each other."

Blaze gnawed her lips. "We're not...it's looked down upon. Sex is about domination in Hell. Power plays. Masturbation for its own pleasure is seen as a weakness, something for the other demons to exploit, a waste of energy and seed. Even the weakest demon grows up having damned souls to sate their sexual urges upon, so it's not like there's a lack of partners..."

"But did you ever do it before?" Lois pressed, her journalistic instincts alight. Her foot pressed against her lover's crotch. There was the soft squishiness of pussy there, and the mass of that cock.

"No. Not until you made me." The blush spread to the demon's ears. "You were the first to make me fuck myself."

There was no bitterness in Blaze's tone, no regret, only a sort of shameful admission of defeat.

Lois leaned over the table. Her blouse was generous, low-cut—and Lois hoped that maybe with the pregnancy, her breasts would finally fill out and she could finally have some cleavage worth talking about.

"Well. You know what today is?" Lois asked.

Blaze's brow furrowed. "Taco Tuesday?"

Lois smiled. "It's our one-month anniversary as a couple. Normally, humans mark the occasion by giving each other small gifts."

The demon blinked, and Lois could tell she was suddenly nervous.

"I was thinking...when we get back to my apartment...I could let you do to me, what I did to you." Lois sucked on the lime. She was really developing a craving for bitter things, lately.

The reporter had never seen anyone devour their tacos so quickly.

Back in her apartment. They made the preparations, Lois taking her time, Blaze nearly pacing in her haste. By the time Lois had finished the enema and emerged naked and freshly showered from the bathroom, the demon was rock-hard.

Blaze's hand came to rest at the back of Lois's neck.

"This binding," the demon said, "is temporary. But while it is in place, you will do what I command."

There was the pop and hiss, as though an electrical circuit had brokem. Lois smelled ozone, and her entire body stiffened for a moment, as thought a current ran through it. Blaze let her go.

"Get on the bed. All fours. Ass toward me."

No sooner had the words come out, but the naked reporter complied. There was no hesitancy, and no volition. It was like Lois was a passenger in her own body...and she wondered if this is what it had felt like for Blaze, subject to her own magic, **** to violate one of the few taboos that demonkind held. Lois would be lying if she didn't admit to a bit of excitement. She had come to trust Blaze over the last few weeks...and, she hoped that trust was not misplaced.

Cold wetness against her pussy. Blaze rubbed it...was rubbing something into it.

"Give me your right hand."

Lois reached back. Cold ooze puddled into her palm. A water-based lubricant that Lois kept in the bedside, just in case she wasn't wet enough when it was time to fuck Blaze.

"Reach down, under your body. Up between your legs." There was an edge to the demon's voice. "I want you to fist yourself."

Shock ran through Lois. She had a feeling that was where Angie would go, when she offered to do this, but a part of the reporter had imagined that the demon would work up to it...a finger or two...not all at once! For a moment, the thought of resistance entered Lois Lane's mind...but her arm already moved in accordance to Blaze's will, the fingers steepled together into a blunt point, and pressed against the entrance to her pussy.

Lois had never fisted herself before. Had never tried to take anything that big, unless it was Blaze's cock. Normally she would go slow, take her time, let her body adapt...but the spell didn't allow that. The naked reporter simply pressed forward...and forward...fingers dipping deeper and deeper into her cunny, her little hole stretching more and more, and Lois hissed in discomfort as it went too deep, too fast, but she couldn't stop, couldn't even slow down, her knuckles distending her labia.

It felt like her pussy would break. That she had reached her limit. Lois had a terrible vision of her pussy torn, blood gushing from her cunt. Staggering into the emergency room with red streamers down her legs.

Then the fist plunged in, and the labia closed about her wrist....and Lois realized she could breathe again. Her heart hammered in her chest, her whole body shook. It had been, she knew, one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life...and she almost laughed to realize that she had not broken. Dim pride came to Lois as she realized she had successfully fisted herself...and maybe, in the future, she would again.

You're capable of so much more than you thought, Lane, Lois thought to herself. And you have Angie to thank for it. Would you have ever gotten the courage to try that on your own? I don't think so...

Hands spread the reporter's ass. A drizzle of cold lube rained on the reporter's freshly-cleaned asshole.

"Now," Blaze said. "For my present to you. You may fuck yourself, but you cannot take your fist out of your pussy. Not until I permit it."

The demon's cock felt very big against the reporter's pucker. Blaze's hands spread her ass-cheeks uncomfortably wide...and Lois gulped. She wasn't sure what it would feel like, having the demon's cock in her butt and her own hand in her pussy at the same time...but Lois knew she was about to find out.

Lois Lane grunted as the scarlet spear slowly spread her asshole. They say a cock always feels bigger against your ass, and maybe that was true, because for Lois it seemed like a tree-trunk was being gently shoved up her rectum. Try as she might to relax, it was the indomitable strength and stiffness of the prick that caused it to pierce her, and once Lois was penetrated her eyes went wide and she gagged at the sudden discomfort...but it was a well-lubed cock, and a well-lubed hole, and once the tip was in, there was nothing Lois Lane could do to get it out again.

The cock poured into her ass. It was tighter than normal. Lois could actually feel the shafter press through the thin skein of flesh between pussy and colon, so that it slid against her fingers. Every inch of travel seemed to spread her aching asshole just a bit wider...and wider...and it was so alike yet so different from fisting herself. There was that terrible sense of fullness, as the demon's balls came to rest on the back of Lois Lane's wrist. She had never had so much inside of her.

"Fuck yourself," Blaze ordered. "Fuck yourself until you cum, my love."

The L-word. Blaze had never said it before. Lois hadn't said it before. All this time, dating, fucking, teasing, getting to know each other, and yet...and yet...

Her hand moved inside of. Every time she pulled, she was afraid her whole guts would come out, and then she would push them back in. Blaze's lubricated cock moved more easily, sliding in and out of the reporter's distended asshole on a greasy coat, the balls slapping against the reporter's wrist whenever she bottomed out. It was too much for Lois; penetration rarely was enough to get her off, but now...taken like this...Lois could feel the edge of her climax rise inside of her like Old Faithful preparing to burst.

She began to move her hips, to time the weak thrusts of her hand with the demon's cock-strokes, and Blaze began to slap and massage her ass, not so hard to leave bruises, but enough that Lois knew her buttocks would be red and nearly glowing. Each smart smack seemed to drive her on and upwards, like a train barreling down a track without breaks, and Lois gasped and anted and moaned like a bitch in heat as she moved faster and faster, unsure now whether it was from Blaze's command or her own lust that drove her over that cliff of desire...

"GRAAAGH!" Lois shouted as her whole body contracted, pussy and ass clamping tight until she feared her hand would break, pussy squirting onto the bed uncontrollably.

Lois sank down onto her left arm, ass still in the air as Blaze pounded away, her right hand still buried in her cunt.

"Did I say you could finish, lover?" Blaze said. "You need to realize your capacity for multiple orgasms."

Tired as she was, Lois's right hand began to mechanically churn her cunny...and Lois knew that she and her lover were in for a very long night.