Epilogue: Showing Some Skin

At fourteen weeks pregnant, Lois Blaze-Lane had a baby bump—and wasn't afraid to show it. Hip-hugging skirts and halter tops showed off the burgeoning belly, and Lois loved catching people stare. Jimmy Olsen especially; she was pretty sure she'd seen him "accidentally" take a few photos of her from the side.

Clark Ken smiled, just to see her smile. Not for the first time, she wondered if she'd hurt him, marrying Angie as quickly as she had...but he seemed genuinely happy for her.

"Can I?" He asked, hesitantly.

"Of course, Smallville," Lois smiled indulgently.

His hand lightly brushed her tum. In truth, she was barely poking out at this point, despite how much she felt like she'd been porking out with yogurt, pickles, steaks, and milkshakes...Lois knew she was consuming a lot more calories than normal. Fortunately, morning sickness was pretty light so far...she'd known women that had been utterly laid out with it, but aside from some nausea and eating a lot of saltines, Lois had managed to avoid the worst of it.

"I think they're healthy," he said, pulling his hand away at last.

"Still think it's twins?" She said.

"Hmm-hmm," he nodded. She tousled his dark hair...and picked a long red hair off of his suitcoat.

"Why Clark Kent...what is this?"

He coughed, flushed.

"Her name's Maxima. We, ah...had a date last night."

Lois grinned. "You dog! I want to hear all about it."

"Babe, you are not going to believe this..." Lois began when she got home.

The reporter's wife was on the couch, cock in hand. The reporter glanced at the screen. The Devil in Miss Jones.

The pregnant woman snorted...and eyes the big crimson cock speculatively. Moments later, the skirt was pulled up and the panties down, and Lois was straddling those scarlet thighs, Blaze using both hands to guide the prick into her wife's pussy.

"...hmm," Lois said as the head slipped in. "I swear you're getting bigger."

"Or you're getting tighter," Blaze countered. "So what's the news?"

"Clark Kent is getting laid! This absolute princess called Maxima. Apparently she's from out of town, and they got in touch each other and she's just, absolutely hot for him. One date and she ended up staying the night. I don't know if he's in love yet, but I think getting laid is good for him. Oh, and he still thinks I'm having twins..."

"You might be," Blaze said as she pressed down on the pregnant reporter's hips, so that her wife's ass was resting against her balls. "Take off the ring for a moment, and I can check."

"Ha...okay," Lois said. She brought her left hand up and eyed the little talisman. "It's funny...I haven't taken this off since you gave it to me. I'll still be able to put it back on, right?"

"Of course," Blaze said.

"Well...here goes," Lois bit her lip as she slipped the ring off her finger.

Then stared. Her finger was red. The reporter's eyes swept down one arm, and then the other. She leaned back, Blaze's hands supporting her as she stared at the crimson swell of her stomach. The same color as Blaze's skin, red as blood on parchment.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois said. Her hands fumbled at her shirt, peeling off halter top and bra. Her breasts were red too, the nipples pink darkening to purple.

"I'm...it's all over," Lois looked at Blaze. "Angie, how's my face? What am I...oh God, I need a mirror."

Lois tried to shift off of Blaze's lap...but her wife was having none of that. If anything the cock inside of her seemed stiffer than normal.

"Sweetmeat," Blaze breathed, voice choked with lust. "You're beautiful!"

The demon swung her bride onto the couch, the pornographic film utterly forgotten...and the lusty moans of 70's actresses quickly drowned out as pushed the reporter's legs open wide, cock slamming into the tight red hole...and even though Lois Blaze-Lane couldn't see it, even the soles of her feet were a deep pink, and the toes that curled in her stockings were red with little red nails...and Blaze balled her hard and fast and with the **** need that came from sudden, unspeakable, unquenchable arousal.

Only after the black seed squelched out of the reporter's blood-colored labia did Blaze remember the reason she had asked Lois to remove the magical concealer.

A finger traced a design on the small belly as Lois caught her breath...and twin black flames hovered, for a moment, in the air.

"Be damned," Blaze swore. "It is twins."