Epilogue: Lust

When the doorbell rang, Maisie Douglass was dressed as a French maid...if French maids didn't have panties, skirts that didn't quite cover their ass, and a push-up bra that nudged her darkening areola just over the edge so that Lois could clearly see the top of her nipples. When she bent over...as she was bent over now...Lois could see the butt plug. Just a small one. Lois wanted to work her up until their former neighbor could take a fist up her ass without flinching.

Lucy was on her knee, licking her sister's twat, the blonde's pussies pulled out of the way so that she could finger her own pregnant pussy. Angie was upstairs with the children.

"Maisie," Lois said. "Answer the door please."

The blonde straightened. At only two months pregnant, she wasn't really starting to show much yet, but Lois Lane had been "rewarding" the woman by forcing her to eat sweets, and her waist was already starting to thicken, those hard-won abs already buried on a thin layer of soft flab.

"But..." She hesitated, embarrassed to be seen as the slut she was.

"Now," Lois ordered. "Or I'll make you a cake tonight."

The maid blanched. The last time Lois had made a cake, she hadn't let Maisie leave the table until she had eaten every bite.

Maisie flit over to the door, opened it...and then Lois heard the door slam shut. She turned her head, just in time to see a fist break through the wood, and Maisie started to scream.

Blaze was already shedding her human form as she ran down the stairs, black hair streaming, a bloody streak enshrouded with black lightning as an arm, dressed in a red sleeve, groped for the door handle, opened it...and the demon paused as she saw the square-jawed chin, the red uniform with the golden bolt of lighting, the white cape trimmed with gold that hung off one shoulder...

"Gee, I'm sorry about the door...I was just trying to knock when she slammed it in my face..."

"Captain Marvel!" Lois gasped.

"Wizard's pupil!" Blaze hissed.

"Shazam!" Lucy said, looking up for a moment from her sister's pussy.

Maisie just kept screaming, until everyone looked at her...and eventually, the blonde's voice died off to a halt.

"What do you here?" Blaze hissed. She stood with her feet shoulder-length apart, black lighting forming a halo around her clenched red fists, black hair standing on end. The effect was only slightly ruined by the fact that she was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt with cartoon dinosaurs, one shoulder covered in baby spit-up. "If you crave battle, I will..."

The hero raised his hands in a gesture of peace.

"I'm here on official business, I'm afraid," he said. "One of the Seven Deadly Sins has escaped from the Rock of Eternity...has been escaped for quite a few months now. The wizard finally managed to track its location...it's been hiding within a human host. Someone that's been acting very...out of character."

Blaze didn't blink, or relax. "Which sin?"

"Lust," he said.

The crackle of demonic power subsided.

"It's not within me," the demon said. "I would sense it. Nor any of the children."

"No," Captain Marvel agreed.

"Then...Maisie?" Blaze asked. Her head turned to look at the French maid.

The hero glanced at her, up and down. A long, lingering look that suggested Billy Batson had passed his eighteenth birthday. Maisie blushed, and tugged at her skirt to cover her pussy.

"No, I don't think so." He said finally.

"Then...Lucy!" The demon said. "I should have known...there was no other way I would cheat on my beloved wife..."

"Oh fuck you!" The blonde said. "You were hard and horny for my ass, and I didn't hear any complaints!"

"It's Lois," the Captain said. "It's been Lois for a while. I suspect Lust has been inciting your desires for months...pushing your sexual arousal, downplaying your inhibitions..."

The reporter blinked as all eyes turned towards her. The naked woman gave a very un-Lois-like smile.

"Oh, don't be so surprised," she said, pushing Lucy Lane away from her crotch as she stood up. A violet line shone forth from behind those eyes...and before everyone's gaze, the scars from the pregnancy sunk into the flesh, becoming smooth once more. The sagging breasts filled out and the tummy tightened, stretchmarks disappearing. "I suppose I pushed things a little hard in drawing the others into this scene of domestic bliss...but Lois Lane has become the perfect vessel while I build my power...and none of you dare harm me while I hold her"

Blaze glanced at Captain Marvel. "I assume you have a plan that doesn't involve harming my wife."

"I just needed to draw her out in the open," he said with a nod. "The wizard gave us a spell...all we need to do is touch her and I can exile her back to the Rock of Eternity."

"Fuck that!" the possessed reporter said. She raised both hands, and violet light exploded from her fingertips as though from a miniature sun.

"Orgy!"

Blaze, Lucy Lane, and Maisie Douglass had been too long under the thrall of Lust's spell. The two women and the demon collapsed onto hands and knees and crawled towards one another, ripping off their clothes. Captain Marvel had one hand raised, to shield himself from the light. Resistant as he was to her power, he yet seemed as still as a statue.

Lust lowered her hands, the violet light narrowing into a single beam that seemed to burst against Captain Marvel's chest. At his feet, Maisie and Blaze were groping at the sash about his waist, pulling down his pants...freeing the rigid cock empowered by seven gods. Woman and dickgirl's mouths met on either side of that rigid, quivering shaft, just as Lucy wrapped her lips around the head.

Even against this concerted ****, the hero stood unmoving and unperturbed. The deadly sin growled in frustrated denial, clasping her hands together with both index fingers and thumbs joined into a single point...and the beam of lust narrowed like a laser, pencil thin, too bright to look at...and from his lips came a single deep groan as Blaze and Maisie began to suck on his balls, Lucy's tongue pressing against his urethra, moaning like a bitch in heat.

The possessed reporter wasn't even aware of someone behind her until a thin, feminine hand grabbed the back of her neck, and whispered a word:

"Shazam."

The bolt of thunder shook the house...and the magic lightning carried the deadly sin back up toward its prison.

Lois Lane blinked...and then immediately covered herself breasts and crotch with her hands. Mary Marvel, sometimes called Lady Shazam, took off her cape and draped it around the naked reporter. Captain Marvel lowered his arms and, with some difficulty, pulled his pants up over his raging erection.

"That's quite enough ladies, thank you. I can handle things from here..." He winced at his own unintended joke.

As the spell of Lust faded, Lois and Blaze, Lucy and Maisie, blinked and became aware of what they had been doing the last few months.

"Great Caesar's Ghost...oh God...Lucy...Maisie...I'm...I'm so sorry..." Lois collapsed on her knees, stupid tears welling in her eyes. In an instant, Blaze was by her side.

"You weren't yourself, Lois," Mary Marvel said. "None of you were. Every human being is a sexual animal...but most of the time we have inhibitions that prevent us from acting on our sexual instincts, that don't push us to do things against our moral code. Lust draws forth all sexual repressions, damps down our conscience."

"So...I'm not a complete cheating slut?" Maisie said.

"It can't make a slut of a saint," Captain Marvel added. "She could only make use of the sexual feelings already present, under the surface. If you cheated, it's because a part of you wanted to cheat...but you might not have actually cheated, without Lust pushing your arousal. All of your arousals."

"So...what do we do now?" Lucy said. "I mean, I'm pregnant, Maisie's pregnant and getting divorced, and..."

"That," Mary Marvel said, a note of world-weariness in her voice as she channeled the wisdom of Minerva. "Is up to you. Ask yourselves...do you want to be a slut? A cuckquean? Are you a threesome, a polycule...or has this all been just a strange and terrible episode in your life that you're prepared to put behind you? Remember, that who you fuck is not who you are...and neither should you have any shame for what you have done. Sex is a natural part of life...and if you think, and are honest with your feelings, you may emerge from this episode stronger and wiser than before."

Mary grabbed the Captain's arm and gently led him away.

"Sorry about the door," he mumbled.

Then they were gone...leaving Lois Lane's fucked up family to pick up the pieces of their love life.