Epilogue: Open Relationship

Dinner was fried chicken. Blaze sat across from Lois, the demon not bothering to hide her horns, eyes sullen as she crunched through the crispy spin, neatly and mechanically tearing the succulent white meat from the bone. The reporter was slightly more dainty, but no less hungry. She was almost ten weeks pregnant, and her stomach was starting to show, a little. Blaze had stopped trying to hide her true form weeks ago. Not when they were together. Lois had grown used to seeing the blood-red skin, the impressive horns.

They ate in silence, the space filled with all the things that they hadn't said to one another...and as Lois dropped the last bone onto the plate, and wiped the grease from her mouth with a napkin, the reporter knew that she could take it no longer.

"I've been fucking Superman," Lois said.

Blaze chewed, swallowed. Let her bone hit the plate. Wiped her mouth with the black t-shirt she was wearing.

"I know," the demon paused, jaw working. "I've known."

The tone was hurt, accusatory.

"How many people have you fucked?" Lois asked. "Since we came together."

"Ten...twelve," the demon scowled. "About once a week. Lots of hot young ass passes through the club. You know that. I don't...I don't breed them."

"'I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion,'" Lois quoted.

Blaze sat hunched, sulking. Elbows on the table.

"I don't...I don't blame you," the demon said at last, as though dredging up the words from a deep well. "I'm not...I can't do monogamy. I just can't."

Lois took a deep breath. She put her fingertips together. "Well, it is the twenty-first century. Let me ask you this: do you still want to fuck me?"

The demon looked up. The white eyes had dimmed until they looked like twin stars staring out from deep pits of interstellar space.

"Yes."

Lois nodded. "Do you still want to be...together?"

The red lips moved as little as possible. The reporter wondered what effort it took, for Blaze to sit there, not to rage, to burn and scream and howl.

"Yes."

Lois took another deep breath, held it, and let it out. "Then what do you say to having an...open relationship?"

The tiny white stars winked out for a moment. Then came back.

"What?"

"We stay together. We fuck. We raise our baby. But...we also get to fuck other people. With care. You use protection, don't get any of your partners pregnant. I'll do the same with my partner. We keep each other informed about who we're fucking, and when. Openness, honesty. No sneaking around, no hiding it. No...cheating. We still have a relationship. You and me. It's just that now, we also have sex with other people."

Blaze sat up straighter. "Aren't you...mad? Jealous?"

"I was hurt," Lois admitted. "But then I fucked Superman, and...I came home. And I fucked you. And I fucked him. I realized that I liked both. Maybe...maybe that makes me a bit of a slut. Or maybe we're not as different as all that."

The demon leaned over the table. She stared Lois in the eyes now.

"I don't think you're a slut," then she licked her lips. "Or if you are, you're the slut I love."

Lois smiled. She stood...and began to circle the table.

"So...deal?" The reporter said. "I mean, I've told you I'm fucking Superman."

Blaze sighed. "I buggered this skinny college girl last night. Sophia. She'd been rubbing her butt against me all evening, kept asking me how her ass looked in those tight little jeans...and then she flipped them down, and asked if I wanted to try it... Her ass was tight, but it was her first time. She cried and said it hurt. I ended up jerking off on her ass, and her mascara was running all over her face, upset, talking about how she felt unclean."

"Virgins," Lois shook her head. She reached out and grabbed the demon's horns to steady herself, she swung a leg up and straddled the dickgirl's lap. The tip of the erect scarlet cock poked up out of the waistband of the black jeans. "Superman...I've been giving him blowjobs, in the morning. 'Cream for the coffee.' He's so eager...at first he asked if I wanted to leave you, but now I think he just liked busting a nut in my mouth. Sometimes it gets me so wet I just turn around and pull down my panties, and he's always good to go a second time..."

It was a confession. Blaze's indiscretions, Lois Lane's liaisons. The heat grew up between them, and they started to shed clothes as they talked their way through every infidelity, every asshole that Blaze had perforated, every time Lois had tried to slide a finger up the Man of Steel's ass...until Lois stood up, and slid down that rigid red pole, and Blaze hugged her tight and whispered.

"I don't care who you fuck...I don't care how many cocks you take...as long as you come home to me."