Epilogue: Menage a Moi

A match was struck. Tobacco burned. Blaze, trapped in Lois Lane's body, crinkled her nose.

"Do you mind, Constantine? I'm pregnant."

"Sorry," the British magician stubbed out the cigarette in his cup of coffee. "Now then, let me get this straight: You want me to guide Miss Lane—currently in your demonic form—into possessing her old body, which you are currently occupying?"

"Exactly," the former demon, wearing Lois Lane's body, had acquiesced to the reporter's request to put on a robe before they had called John Constantine. Lois herself, still occupying the form of the scarlet succubus, made do with a towel wrapped around her hips. "The problem with the pregnancy is that we have three possible bodies and two souls; if Lois abandons her physical form to possess me, I should be able to guide her using my powers so that we can separate again in our own forms."

Constantine nodded. "And what do I get out of this?"

Blaze tried on her Mona Lisa smile. It looked somewhat incongruous on the reporter's face.

"If it works, I'll make your dick an inch longer and thicker."

He raised an eyebrow. "And it's still going to be mine? No playing with chopping off my tallywhacker and replacing it with a demon's or anything like that? No cancer?"

"Nine inches like you'd been born with it," Blaze made a shape over her chest like tracing a pentagram. "I swear it on my name."

"Cor," Constantine said...and then her turned to the six-foot-tall scarlet succubus in the room. "And you're okay with this?"

"I want my body back," Lois said, and rubbed red palms on scarlet knees nervously. "As long as it doesn't hurt the baby."

"All right then...I need both of you to bend over the bed and show me your arses."

Blaze glowered. "Constantine..."

He smiled. "I need an intimate connection, love. Some shared experience. Get both of you on the same wavelength."

The demon grumbled...but flipped over on the bed and raised her robe up. Lois Lane, in her demon body, was even less enthusiastic.

"Is this really necessary?" she whispered, as Constantine found a bottle of lube and began to oil up his fingers.

"He's a tricky bastard," Blaze whispered back. "But he knows what he's doing."

Although the now-very-human Blaze could not help but feel a tremor of trepidation as Constantine's hand gripped her ass, and his thumb pressed against her pucker. She placed her face against the bed, turned to look at her old body...and Lois stared back at her, obviously feeling the same level of discomfort. The scarlet hand settled on top of her own, and their fingers entwined.

"Just relax..." John Constantine said...and the pressure built and built on Blaze's backside. She fought the urge to squeeze against it, but he kept pressing forward...and slick and lubed up as his thumb squirmed inside of her...and the former demon frowned, watching her old face as Lois did the same.

"I think I prefer when you do it," Lois whispered...and for just a moment Blaze grinned back.

"Now then...Lois. I need you to focus. Stare into her eyes. Picture yourself staring out of them, at your own face. Block out everything else around you. There's no bed. There's no sound except my voice. No color, except the darkness in the middle of those eyes. Stare into that darkness. See yourself reflected there. See yourself seeing yourself. The darkness draws you in. You can feel it tugging at your spirit...your soul...your mind...your essence...don't fight it. Let yourself be drawn in."

The demon heart seemed to slow. The world fell away as her vision narrowed. There were only those violet eyes, at once so familiar and so far away. Lois could see her own...no, Blaze's...face reflected in the black pupils. The more she looked, the bigger the eyes seemed to get...and the more distant Constantine's voice. He wasn't even speaking English now, it sounded like Latin with a Liverpudlian accent...and...yes, she could feel the tug of that familiar flesh, beyond the pulse of the hand cradled in her own, beyond the thumb digging inside her ass. For a moment she opened her mouth and breathed out...

Somewhere, in the space between them, two bodies tumbled against each other. Hot mouths found hotter skin. Hard nipples slid against slick flesh. Their fingers dug into one another, squirming as something hard slid between their cunts, like a single cock that fucked them both...and for an eternity neither knew who was fucking the other, or to whom the cock belonged. Their lips met and one terrible hot breath coursed between them, and they were locked in an eternal cycle, cum flowing from one to the other, breath flowing in and out, veins sliding one into the next so that blood flowed between them, and all the heat of their collision was like two dying stars collapsing in on each other, their backs growing cold and stony as a single shared womb blazed hotter and hotter, burning brilliantly as something new came to be from their joining...

...and then she breathed in.

Lois gasped for breath, blinked...and her pale hand opened and closed.

"Constantine?" she said. "I think you can take your thumb out of my ass now."

To his credit, he pulled it out quickly.

The reporter sat up, clutching her robe about her, trying to ignore the wet sensation of the lube on her anus. She scanned the room, but there was no sign of Blaze.

"So...it worked?" Lois said. "She's inside me? Can you hear me, Blaze?"

Lois paused, feeling ludicrous as she tried to listen to the inside of her own skull.

"Well...it...sort of worked. In a manner of speaking," Constantine looked down at his hands and frowned. For the first time, Lois noticed blackened scorch marks on his thumbs. "Good theory. The transfer came off easily...she didn't try to fight it, see...but once both of your essences were in your body, your, um, instincts took over. Flesh knows its own, right? We were counting on that. Thought your spirits would separate like oil and water. What we didn't count on was where the oil would go."

The reporter narrowed her eyes. "Constantine, what are you saying?"

He sighed. "Your demon girlfriend? The embryo, fetus, whatever it is, it didn't have a soul yet. It drew Blaze in. You're pregnant with her."

Lois let her jaw drop.

"Can you...get her out?"

He shrugged. "Give it forty weeks and you'll do that on your own."

The reporter's shoulders sagged. "What about...I mean...will she remember anything?"

Constantine tilted his head. "Reincarnation's a funny business like that. Memories tend to fade quick. But then again, would you really want that kind of a relationship with...I mean, she'll be your own flesh and blood."

Lois placed her hands on the stomach, trying to process what the magician had said to her. Inside of her stomach, and it might have been just her imagination, but she swore she felt a twinge...