Epilogue: Soulmates

Superman flew up to where the topmost spire of the Metropolis Cathedral. The figure that held the local bishop in its grasp was almost a child's drawing of a demon—a masculine crimson figure, with dark curling horns that emerged from the golden helmet that hid everything of his features except for the pure white eyes and the sharp white teeth. The rest of his costume was a kind of robe of white sheets that left the muscled chest bare, with a loincloth for decency. In his free hand, her gripped a wicked-looking pitchfork.

"Let him go, Satanus!" The Man of Steel said.

The teeth showed in a tight grin. One arm held the bishop, in his full regalia, effortlessly at arm's length. A single crimson thumbnail on the priest's adam's apple silenced any mumbled exorcism.

"Ah, Kryptonian. I doubt you want me to simply drop this fat hypocrite." The demon's voice was relaxed and casual...but Superman noticed the tension in his body, the veins standing out on his arms and in his neck. Something was agitating the lord of hell. "I propose a trade. You take the priest and convey him to safety...and in return, you will come here and listen to what I have to say."

Superman chewed the offer over. In truth, any deal with the demon was suspect.

"Promise to do no harm to anyone. Not while I'm gone, not for the duration of our talk."

"Agreed." The demon said readily.

Cautiously, Superman floated forward...and as soon as had grabbed the bishop's cassock, the demon released his grip. Swiftly, the Man of Steel flew down to the ground. He set the bishop on his feet without a word, flew back...and Satanus sat there, sitting on the topmost spire, his great pitchfork across his knees.

"Alright," Superman said. "I'm listening."

"My sister," Satanus said. "Has been missing from hell for eight weeks."

Superman crossed his arms in front of his chest. It was difficult to tell with demons, but Superman could sense no lie in his words.

"It seems a couple of months ago, she made a...bad deal...with a mortal," the teeth disappeared as the demon grimaced. "Now, this mortal owns her soul. It is an intolerable situation. Our dominions in the underworld are under siege, the souls under our command rebel. There is war in Hell, Kryptonian. I need my sister back."

The Man of Steel raised an eyebrow. The demon nodded his helmeted head.

"You are of course wondering why I come to you with this...no doubt the thought of our spiritual conflict amuses you. But there are repercussions. This war will spill out into the mortal world. Sorcerers and warlocks will be recruited to the cause of Hell, dark champions will be empowered, ancient relics will find new owners...and the losers will seek to establish dominions in this world. Thousands may die in the coming months...and they shall not rest quietly in ****, as their souls are recruited for the armies of the damned."

One red hand slid over the dark shaft of his pitchfork, a thumb testing the sharpness of a tine.

"If you could convince the holder of my sister's soul to release it...much unpleasantness might be avoided."

"Why me?" Superman asked. "Why not ask yourself? Make a deal. That's what your kind do."

The teeth flashed in the darkness. It was a nasty, knowing grin.

"Because the one who owns my sister's soul is..."

"LOIS LANE!" Blaze screamed, her scarlet ass squeezing tight around the reporter's cock. The dickgirl's hand smacked the scarlet ass again, harder.

"I said, who owns your pregnant ass?" Lois huffed.

Sweat dripped from her naked body, and her heart hammered in her chest. In truth, after having already cum three times today, the reporter was pushing rope, her cock soft and slack as it slid in and out of the pregnant demon's well-lubed ass...but Lois could feel the last tingling potential of a final ejaculation in her, and was determined to squeeze out the final pearly drops in her pregnant girlfriend.

"YOU DO!" Blaze howled, holding the headboard in a white-knuckled grip and quivering as her own climax took it...and Lois slammed her dick forward, huffing and humping, smacking that ass...and then bringing her knees up and reaching down to grab at the demon's slightly swollen abdomen. She could barely feel any difference, but Lois could just imagine what it would be like when Blaze was full term, and the thought of her balls bashing against hat pregnant pussy as her big belly shook in time caused her aching balls to tighten and Lois grunted into Blaze's ear as the demon's ass drank the last few watery spurts from the tip of her dick.

The two collapsed together in bed, panting and mewling...and Lois Lane's lips immediately went to the demon's neck, drinking the salty sweat, and Blaze reached back to run her fingers through her lover's dark hair.

There was a discreet knock at the door.

"Now who could that be?" Lois shook her head.

"Who cares?" Blaze said. "But tell you what, why don't you answer it, and I'll stay here waiting so that you can suck the cum out of my ass..."

Lois chuckled. It wouldn't be the most perverted command her soulmate had ever given her. "Is that an order?"

"Yes!" Blaze chuckled. "Oooh, and get me some ice cream?"

The dickgirl reporter pulled her shrunken cock out of her lover's gaping asshole, and the demon woman rolled over, ass n the air, to keep any of it from dribbling out. Lois wrapped herself in a bathrobe and stumbled toward the door. Her balls ached, her urethra was on fire, her abs hurt, and she felt like she'd run a marathon...but she honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy.

Then she opened the door.

Superman was there...and the look on his face made her smile die.

Blaze slipped a butt plug in so that Lois could felch her later. She sat in a bathrobe in the kitchen, eating a carton of butterscotch pecan ice cream, as Superman laid out what Satanus had told him. Lois made coffee.

"I told him I'd talk to you," Superman said. His face was tense, eyes hurt...and Lois couldn't help feel that his stare was a bit accusatory. Here she was, living in sin with a literal demon, and the reporter hadn't even told him about it.

"He isn't...completely incorrect," Blaze admitted, licking the spoon with a long tongue. "There is no doubt a conflict. There is always a scramble for power; no doubt my brother is having the worst of it. But unless something more significant is afoot, I see no reason why it should spill over to the mortal world anymore than it normally does."

Superman looked slightly relieved at that.

"If that's the case...then why...?" he said.

"To hurt you," the scarlet succubus said. "The woman you love has bonded with another; he used the truth as a weapon against you. Perhaps he hoped you would lose control and seek to slay me, or that in your despair you might do something rash such as make a deal with him. Anything that diminishes the purity of your spirit, or impedes your effectiveness as a hero, serves him in the end."

"Superman," Lois said, reaching over to touch his hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. That you had to find out this way. The whole thing was just so sudden, and then...I guess I didn't know how to say it."

The Man of Steel gave a tight smile. He was still hurt, and Lois could see that pain in his eyes...but it had not mastered him.

The demon drubbed her claws against the tabletop. "If Satanus has gone this far though...then he knows where I am. Who I am with. Probably that I am with child. If he thinks his gambit has failed, he will try again. Next time, however, he may not strike at you. He will strike at us, directly."

The pregnant succubus scowled.

"We must think of some way to deal with my brother. I do not trust him to leave us in peace...and he is too dangerous a foe to deal with openly. Especially in my current state."

Blaze laid a hand on the barely-perceptible swell of her abdomen.