Epilogue: Making Up For Lost Time

"Don't you have...work, or something?"

Blaze was Queen of Hell, and had been an active succubus for thousands of years. She had seen every form of sexual sin that humanity was physically capable of, and a few that they strictly speaking weren't. Lois Lane, who had one hand three fingers deep in the demon's asshole to tickle her prostate and was slowly sucking the demon's prick back to stiffness, studiously ignored her.

The room reeked of sex. The bed had collapsed hours ago, headboards ripped to shreds in Blaze's claws, and the posts hadn't lasted much longer. While the demon had superhuman sexual stamina to spare, she was worried about the mother of her child. Lois had been fucking almost without a break since the binding. The gravid reporter was only taking a break now because her pussy was too red, puffy, and sore.

Under the nimble manipulations of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, however, even the Queen of Hell could only remain soft so long. Before too many more minutes, the demon dick was standing tall and proud once again, the gonads swollen as they recharged the demon's seminal vesicles.

"Just one more," Lois croaked. She had kept a large supply of sports drinks and lubricant nearby, apparently in expectation of this sexathon, but the demon could see the dark bags under her eyes, the stiffness and languor in her movements. The pregnant woman was near collapse.

With a visible effort, the belly was hauled over the hard cock, and slid in between the bloated, fucked-raw lips of the reporter's labia. She sank down with a hiss, both of fulfillment and pain. All the way down to Blaze's balls, the reporter's labia resting snugly against the demon's crotch.

"Why?" Blaze asked, suddenly curious. "We have plenty of time, before the baby is born. I'm not..." she hesitated, then continue. "I'm not going anywhere."

Lois couldn't even bring herself to move up and down. She just rocked back and forth on the Blaze's dick, letting her hips drive it in and out, just a little bit. A kind of slow, grinding fuck that could last minutes or hours.

"You owe me," the reporter said at last, opening those magnificent violet eyes. "For every lonely night, for every dirty look, for every tear I shed thinking I was going to have to raise this baby alone!"

She moaned,,.biting her lip, and Blaze wondered then whether this was a kind of mania or...if Lois was punishing herself, somehow. All those centuries, and humans could still surprise her.

"Now fuck me like you love me," Lois told her. "That's an order."

Despite herself, Blaze grinned. She placed her hands on the round belly, only four months gone. Imagining what it would look like in the weeks to come made her cock even harder. With a bare effort, the demon began to pump her hips, Lois struggling to hold on, riding her like breaking in a bronco. Not too hard...nothing to endanger the baby...but hard enough that Lois could feel it, feel the cock scrape against her insides, to press deep inside of her, for the succubus' tests to slap against the reporter's pregnancy-fattened ass.

Lois, tired and exhausted, moaned as her wish was fulfilled, alternately hissing and gasping as the swollen glans tickled her g-spot, the final climax of the night building inside of her, one last blissful burst before bed.

"Cum inside me at the same time," she whispered. "I want to cum together."

Blaze purred deep in her throat, feeling her aching testes working to achieve just that. She had never known a woman to demand so much from her. Never been bound to a woman she had wished to please so utterly.

"As you wish," the demon whispered.

And when Lois Lane's cry shook the room for the final time, disturbing the sleep of the neighbors above and below her, the frothing black jizz spurted into her cunt like a steaming gusher, for all the world like an oil rig striking black gold. At last, wearing by these exertions, the gravid reporter allowed herself to fall into her lover's arms...to sleep, perhaps to dream.