Epilogue: Mirror, Mirror...

In their apartment, Angie stared at her cock. She healed fast, but Lois had insisted that they wait. The ring with the pentacle hung down, a strip of skin just below her swollen glans holding it in place. The demonic dickgirl had put on the white sheer stockings, the garterbelt with the straps, and the white fuck-me pumps that **** her calves up and made her ass look bigger. Her pure white eyes stared at herself in the mirror, her cock hard, hairless balls dangling beneath, pink nipples swollen...and a white collar around her neck...she wondered what Lois would think of her.

"Like a bride on her wedding night," the demon said, letting a little smile grace her features...and the veins stood out on her prick as she thought of what it would be like, servicing her mistress, pumping that tight pink cunt full of their babies.

Then the reflection in the mirror frowned.

"What the hell happened to you?"

The voice was like Blaze's own...but it didn't come from her own throat. There was steel in it, and the echo of distant screams which shook the mirror in its mounting. The scarlet succubus in her lingerie scowled as her mirror-image twisted to reveal a more...classical version. Dressed in the orange tunic she favored, with the belt of leering faces across her waist, each one a vanquished foe, and seated upon a thrown of black bodies that had been twisted and frozen in place at the height of their agony.

"You are Blaze, Queen of Hell," the voice rattled the silvered glass. "Not some pampered poodle or prize bull to be let out for stud. If you want to impregnate that mortal cunt, you should bend her over and **** her until blood flows from her violated quim!"

Blaze scowled. "My world, my rules. I am enjoying my relationship with Lois quite well. Keep your opinions to yourself."

"You have grown soft and weak," the mirror-Blaze sneered. "To imagine one of willfully enslaving herself...it cannot stand."

The demon in the mirror struck her hand forward...and her five dark claws pressed against the glass, which began to stretch like taffy.

Blaze made a wading gesture, and green lines appeared over every surface. The skin of glass settled on the claw as though it had been vacuum-sealed.

"I have not grown weak," Blaze insisted. "And in my time here I have spun every spell of advantage. If you dare to invade my realm, you will feel the fullness of my wrath."

The mirror-Blaze met her double's gaze. The glass-covered claw was still moving, albeit slowly.

"This is not like us, sister. We are creatures of torment and dominance. Why do you lower yourself for this mortal bitch? Why do you diminish us so?"

Blaze pursed her lips. A bead of pre-cum ran from the tip of her cock, over the silver ring. She could feel her other self testing the wards and bindings, and despite the boldness of Blaze's claims, she could feel a mind as sharp and clever as her own at work...and for a moment, she felt a moment of doubt.

Have I truly lost a step? Has my edge been dulled? Away as I am from the inferno, without the constant competition, the schemes within schemes, matching cruelty for cruelty...have I diminished myself?

She looked her other self in the eyes, and sensed that the time was fast approaching when she would have to end this tête-à-tête, or face a true battle.

"Perhaps...I love her," Blaze said. "Or perhaps I think she loves me. There are pleasures in serving, sister, that you will never know."

Her gesture changed...the lines of the wards brightened...and somewhere thunder shook, and the glass rattled, and it was just plain silvered glass again, showing her own reflection...and Blaze saw herself, in her scant white finery, and thought how ridiculous she looked, like some slutty bridegroom trying on his wife's lingerie...

The door opened, and Blaze turned to see Lois stagger in...and when their eyes met Blaze saw all the cares and fears and weariness of the day drop from the reporter's mind. A hunger filled those violet eyes, and Lois shut the door behind her with one foot. She stood up straighter and began to disrobe, everything else forgotten as she drank in the sight of the demon and her erect cock.

"Well well well...and have you been a good servant?" Lois asked.

"Yes mistress," Blaze said, casting her eyes down, cheeks blushing purple. Lois stepped out of her shoes without breaking stride, pulled down her skirt and left it on the floor, and then her shirt too. The index finger of her right out stole forward and hooked that ring, tugging it gently...and Blaze gasped in pain and pleasure.

"Have you been hard long?" Lois whispered. Her free hand found Blaze's right nipple and tweaked it.

"All-all day mistress," Blaze said honestly.

"It's been weeks since you came, hasn't it?" Lois nuzzled her cheek against Blaze's. Sharp teeth found the demon's ear. The throbbing inside of her body, down between her legs, was a constant presence.

"Yes mistress," Blaze said, wondering if this heralded punishment or reward...and not sure which she would prefer.

"Then prepare for the fucking of your miserable life, ****," Lois said as she tugged Blaze toward the bed. "Because I order you to empty those balls into me until you can't cum anymore."

"Mistress!" Blaze said, shaking with eagerness as Lois laid down on the bed and guided the pierced cock to her soaking slit. "Yes, mistress!"

For a moment, perhaps, if Lois looked over the demon's shoulder, she would have seen the shadowy image of a claw reaching out for them both...but then the cold, hard metal of the ring scraped along the reporter's pussy, and Lois Lane thought of nothing but the fact that her order would be obeyed without question.

"Don't stop," she insisted. "Even if I order it. Drown my ovaries in your cum. I want it all."

So it would be.