Epilogue: Regression

Lois Lane awoke with a throb. Her cock tented the sheet that was all she needed to keep warm at night. Curled up next to her, Blaze's soft snores were like the purrs of some great cat, the demon's naked body radiating such heat that the reporter could feel the sweat pooling beneath her balls.

Today marked two weeks with a dick. Two weeks living with Blaze, fucking her, getting sucked off, hiding inconvenient erections in panties never designed for such a task, getting used to aiming when she needed to piss...

...and two weeks of dreams. So vivid that they carved themselves on the reporter's waking memory and haunted her throughout the day. Bits and pieces of the past. Other women, other lives.

Blaze had called it "past life regression." Had explained to Lois that their union was awakening Lois to who she had been, all the times they had almost come together before. A chain of women, down through the centuries, searching for her lost love and never finding her, until now.

Last night it had been medieval France, and Louise Lejeune had been a tavern maid, small and dark, who had seen to the customer's needs...all of them. When the nobleman had not been forthcoming with his coins, she had not been forthcoming with her charms. In a hot burst of anger she had struck him...and for her effrontery, his lackeys had gripped her arms and **** her down across the great table in the tap room, bent over the edge. Her breeches had ripped as he tore them down over her legs.

She hadn't screamed when he pushed inside of her...after all, it wasn't much different from what she was paid for. Her eyes had fixed on the fire in front of her as the human pig rammed his cock in and out of her channel. The flames were her only solace, as Louise imagined him burning in hell for all eternity for his sins, a red-hot poker stirring his guts for every thrust into her aching cleft.

Louise had been dry when he went in, and he was rough, uncaring. Her breasts rubbed against the oaken boards of the tabletop as his prick stabbed inside of her. The prig finished quick, gasping and grunting like a beast, and when he withdrew she felt the warm splatter of his seed ooze out of her. Knowing her luck, this night might see her with a bastard in her belly...

"Suivant!" his voice thundered, loud enough that her father would hear it, though the old man would not dare to exit his room tonight. No, not until tomorrow would he come out, to throw a bucket of water over his daughter's nakedness and probably beat her for her dishonor.

There was a shuffle of steps behind her. He had brought a retinue of some ten men at arms. A hand smacked her rump, and she hissed as the next slid into her, the aching wound between her legs now slick and ready...but it was no less painful. Her eyes dimmed as each took their turns, weariness flooding her body as burst after burst of jizz flooded the mouth of her womb. A child, for sure...and her father would probably drive her out of his house, to die giving birth in the woods. It had happened to other women in the town.

Which is when Lois had awoke, her cock aching and ready to explode. She turned to look at her lover....Blaze asleep on her stomach, legs parted a little...

The demon did not wake as Lois dragged her lower body over the edge of the bed. Grunted softly in her sleep as the reporter lapped at the pussy, making sure it was wet and ready for her. The moment Lois slid her cock into that hot cleft between the demon's legs, she felt the memories come tumble back to her. How many centuries had Louise Lejeune wished to enact **** for her ****? Lois Lane's breath came in quick bursts as she plunged in and out of her lover's cunt.

It was too soon for Blaze to show, but the demon assured her their child was already growing within her womb. The thought of that made the reporter's stiff cock even harder, aching with intensity, and as she slammed roughly into Blaze she spurted before she was ready....and the first indication that Lois had that Blaze was awake was when her crimson hands clutched the sheets, and that tight cunt squeezed her lover's prick.

"That must have been quite the dream," Blaze said, turning her head to the side, white eyes burning with their own internal light. "Tell me about it..."