Epilogue: So What Do We Do With The Idol?

With her pussy sore and feeling much more like her old, smart self, Lois Lane borrowed a cloak and let Raven teleport her back to her apartment. Zatanna was in the kitchen. She had taken off her tophat and found the reporter's emergency vodka and bonbons. As the two reappeared, she gave a wave with chocolate-coated fingers.

"Drink?" The witch asked, holding up the half-empty bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," Raven said.

"None for me, thanks," Lois laid a hand on her bare stomach. "I'm going to be staying away from **** for the next nine months or so."

"So it worked?" Zatanna said. "I mean, of course it worked."

Raven sipped her vodka carefully.

"So that's it, right? What caused all this?"

"Yes," Lois said, frowning. Now that she wasn't getting actively fucked, her pussy was starting to actually hurt. She reached into the fridge for an ice pack. "Now what do we do with it?"

"Putting it back isn't a good option," Zatanna opined. "Anyone could trigger the curse."

"Could we...I don't know, give it to a fertility clinic?" The reporter asked, not caring that the other women saw her as she pressed the ice pack between her legs, hissing as the cold bit into her sensitive nether bits.

"It doesn't actually increase fertility," Zatanna explained. "It just makes you dumb and baby crazy if you're not actively pregnant. Anyway, we don't know if the curse will wear off until after you give birth...you might drop one baby and immediately feel the urge to go out and get knocked up again."

Lois pouted. Raven, until now quiet, reached for the bottle again.

"A question we haven't asked yet is who put this object in Lois Lane's path to begin with." She took a cracker, wriggled her nose, muttered something under her breath, and a block of pale white cheese and a knife appeared.

"You think it was deliberate?" Zatanna said as Raven cut the cheese.

"Definitely. That's old magic. I can smell it from here. There is...intent behind it."

She looked at Lois. "You said it was triggered by contact with bodily fluids, right?"

"Yesss..." The reporter said, nose twitching as she sat down to take a bit of cheese.

"Then I vote we mark this gift 'return to sender,'" Raven smiled cruelly. "With a little bonus."

In her lair, the demon Blaze made arcane gestures at the shallow pool of water in front of her. Hazy images formed, distorting her reflection in the water, and then died. She grimaced, feeling some resistance to her magic. By now, Lois Lane should be on her back getting plowed by whatever cock was nearest, reduced to an idiotic heat...

The portal appeared without warning, a simple hole in the air. The demon caught barely a glimpse beyond before the gravid stone image of the Dark Mother dropped into her scrying pool. Blaze hissed as the water soaked her, and stared venomously at the cursed fertility statue.

Yet the portal was still there. The demon stared up at a great grey cock that jutted out from a pair of girlish hips. The great dark head stared at her like an evil eye, the helmet swollen and turgid, obviously only a moment from cumming. A pale pink hand was reaching around, stroking it fiercely toward climax. Blaze scowled, an invocation on her lips to blast these two for their effrontery...

Too late!

White hot sticky ropes shot out forth from the penis. The first shot hit Blaze in the eye, momentarily blinding her. The second salty spray hit across her face. With a roar, she clawed at the air...but the portal was already fading and gone, her anger wasted.

A pale green light distracted the succubus from her moment of white hot rage. She turned to see the whirls carved into the great primeval fertility statue glowing. White strands of jizz that had landed on its surface were slowly disappeared, sinking into the stone flesh.

Blaze had time for a single curse before the green glow flared, the Dark Mother passing on her curse and blessing.