Epilogue: Stage Three

In the darkness of the night, Lois Lane tossed and turned. She kicked off the sheets, body drenched in sweat, her night shirt clinging to her, outlining her breasts. Her eyes were clenched shut, and the reporter began to writhe, moaning and tossing her head, thighs rubbing together. As her soft moans grew louder and louder, hoarse and raspy, the sleeping reporter began to take deep, deep breaths. Black ooze stained her panties, the unnaturally large clit tenting the panties...and at last, as her nightmare reached her climax, Lois Lane's back arched...her eyes flew open...and a plume of red flame shot out of her mouth, leaving a black scorch mark on the ceiling.

Awake, panting, shaking with **** need, Lois watched the smoke trail upwards from her mouth...and her hand fell to her stomach. Just a little pooch of a belly, small enough to hide with a baggy shirt, but unmistakable when she was naked or wearing tight-fitting clothes.

With a sigh, Lois blew smoke upwards. She closed her eyes.

Then the smoke alarm went off.

Blaze brought coffee the next morning. The demon was in human form, in cowboy boots, aviator shades, a stained and curled stetson, black jeans and a ripped sleeveless black t-shirt that barely covered her tiny tits. Lois accepted the coffee gratefully. Tasted cardamum and cream, just as she liked it. Today, her discharge was worse than normal, and the reporter had resorted to wearing an adult diaper...and nothing else.

After all, it was nothing Blaze hadn't seen before. Many, many times.

"Stage three," Blaze said. "Hot flashes."

"What am I going to do?" Lois said. "If that happens again, I could burn the place down!"

"Move in with me," the demon said automatically.

Lois blinked. "What?"

"I've got the whole floor of a converted warehouse. Solid brick construction, warded every inch of it against magical fire. Big king-sized bed, a space for you to have your own office, right next to the nursery..."

The reporter blinked. "You have a nursery?"

Blaze tried to keep her face neutral, but Lois saw the little crinkle of her nose. "Well...it needs a little work. Right now it's storage. But we clean it out, give it a coat of paint, put in a crib..."

Lois hung her head in her hands. This is what her life had come to. Spouting flame in the middle of the night, wearing an adult diaper, and seriously considering moving in with the demon who had knocked her up.

Hot, wet tears ran down from the reporter's eyes. They hit the table as black, oily drops, and began to smoke, burning into the table.

"God fucking dammit, Angie," Lois couldn't stop crying. "What the fuck is happening with my life!?"

Blaze came around the table and hugged Lois from behind...or at least, Lois thought it was a hug. The hands were ominously close to just openly groping the reporter's tits. All four of them. The supernumerary nipples were sore and oozed black milk under Blaze's ministrations.

"Let me eat your pussy," Blaze cooed. "You always feel better after that."

Lois sniffed. "You just want to fuck me."

"Sweetmeat, I always want to fuck you. Now come on...let me get to work."

The reporter sighed. Her cunny had begun to throb again. She dried her eyes with a napkin, burning holes in the white paper...but she stopped crying. Leaned back in the chair and spread her legs.

With that damned secret smile, Blaze got on her knees and crawled between the reporter's thighs. She reached up and undid the adhesives holding the diaper in place, peeling it down...and Lois frowned as she saw the black stain of her demonic menstrual secretions.

The one thing Lois couldn't hold against Blaze was the demon's willingness to engage in oral sex. There were sometimes when Lois thought the succubus would gladly kick off her cowboy boots and lick the reporter's clit down to a nub. Lois had seen moose in Canada go after salt licks with less eagerness and thoroughness than how the demon licked her pussy...and it was time again.

Blaze rubbed her nose against the reporter's clit in an Eskimo kiss. Her tongue darted out, licking the outer labia clean with long, slow strokes that ran from the reporter's perineum to where her dark pubic hair began...and as she ran her wet tongue over the stubble covering the reporter's lips, Blaze smooshed her face into the cunny, nuzzling the reporter's sex. Lois bit her lips as her black flow began again, smearing her oozing cunt-juice across the demon's face...and Lois sighed as she came to terms with the realities of the situation.

Her hands buried themselves in Blaze's hair, forcing the demon's face into her crotch. Raised her legs and slipped them over the succubus' shoulders, crossing her ankles behind Blaze's back.

"Okay," Lois said. "I'll move in with you."