Epilogue: Post-Partum

When Lois Lane awoke the next morning in her own bed, her first thought was to grab at her belly. Only it was gone. She sat up and hugged herself tight, unable to process the emotions. For forty weeks she had carried those babies inside of her. Now they were gone and she was...all alone.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter curled up and cried as the alarm clock blared.

Eventually, she reached over and turned the annoying machine off. But the silence was worse. So she climbed out of bed.

In the shower, water washing listlessly over her body, Lois Lane surveyed the damage. The pouch of skin from her deflated stomach was gone, as were many of the stretch marks. Her breasts were still swollen, several cup sizes larger, and sagged a little, the nipples puffy and dark brown. She reached up and squeezed them...drops of milk expressing.

That was something.

Routine set in, half-forgotten after forty weeks in hell. Coffee. Clothes. Makeup. She would be late, but then the reporter had a late night. It would all be alright. Lois kept telling herself that.

Except there was a pregnant woman on the bus. A young woman, barely out of college, shirt tight against her belly, and holding a little girl by the hand. Lois didn't cry. But the emptiness inside her grew until it threatened to consume her. She saw herself then as a hollow bag of skin, walking around, smiling at the appropriate times, pretending to be full.

Once, she snuck off to the bathroom, lifted her shirt, and squeezed her nipples. Just to see the milk come out. Just to confirm to herself that she had, indeed, been pregnant. That her babies were out there.

"You feeling okay, Lane?" Perry White asked her, eyebrows raised. His tone made it clear he thought he knew the answer.

Lois smiled mechanically. "Long night, chief."

"Well, take the afternoon off. Get some sleep." He gave her a fatherly smile.

On the way out of the office, Lois saw the notice for a baby shower. Decided to walk back to her apartment. Past the department store windows and the bus shops. Her eyes drifting down to every woman's stomach, gauging privately whether they were pregnant or not.

She stopped at a maternity store along the way, to buy a breast pump. It took all of her nerve to not lose it, surrounded by all the brightly-colored images of women with full bellies and babies. The cashier gave her a little smile as she bagged it up.

"You can keep lactating for quite some time, as long as you keep pumping," she said. "Sometimes it makes me think of the little ones still latched on."

Lois smiled and said nothing. Hurried home.

The door of her apartment shut behind her with a click, and Lois felt the darkness close in.

"Blaze," she whispered, more of a prayer than an invocation.

A part of the darkness detached itself and walked towards her, as if waiting.

"Yes, my sweet?"

Lois let the bag with the breast pump slide to the floor. Her knees felt weak.

"I need...I need to be pregnant again." She whispered, finally admitting it to herself.

"Of course, Lois," Pale white eyes shone in the darkness. Hands pulled at her clothes, drawing the reporter toward the bed. "As you wish."

On the bed, the reporter laid back as the demon pushed her cock in between her legs. She had heard that after pregnancy, some women got loose...couldn't enjoy sex the same way anymore...but as the scarlet shaft filled her, Lois let out a little sob of relief, arms grasping Blaze's neck, hugging her close as she began to pull in and out, just an inch at a time, keeping as much of her cock inside of Lois as possible.

"I want a baby," Lois whispered through the tears. "I want...I can't be alone again. My babies..."

"They're fine, gorgeous. They're waiting to meet you," Blaze kissed her neck.

"I just feel so empty without them," Lois let the tears flow, heels wrapping around the dickgirl's buttocks.

"Not for long," Blaze promised.

They fucked in silence, broken only by the little moans and pants as they worked toward their mutual goal—and when Blaze came inside of Lois once again, she felt, or thought she felt, a tiny promise of the fullness that she missed.

The reporter still clung to her demon lover as Blaze stood up, the hard shaft plugging her pussy tight, keeping the seed deep inside where it would search out the reporter's eggs.

Then they were falling, still tied together, and Lois Lane's heart gave a little thrill at the thought of returning to Purgatory...to the long months of watching her belly grow, to seeing her babies and cuddling them, the eager fingers touching her swelling belly with their brothers and sisters within...and for the first time since this morning, a bright hope blossomed in Lois Lane's heart.

That she wouldn't be alone.