Epilogue: Summon Dick

"Lois! Omigod, congratulations!"

The reporter smiled and accepted the squealing. She showed off the wedding ring, gushed about how lovely the honeymoon had been, and even let her coworker touch her belly. Though at only sixteen weeks, the reporter's tummy was little more than a distinct, firm paunch, Lois knew it was only going to get bigger.

It took five more coworkers before Lois Lane could get to her desk. There was email to wade through, even though Lois had done her best to keep up on assignments, even on her honeymoon. She was back, and she was on the clock: there were only a few precious months left before Lois Lane would need to go on maternity leave, and if she wanted a job to come back to after that was over, Lois knew she needed to be at the top of her game.

Unfortunately, there was one other, more pressing need that was on her mind right now...but thanks to Blaze's little wedding gift, the reporter knew there was a way to deal with that.

Lois Lane looked around, making sure no one was looking as she slid down in her chair. She was wearing a skirt over tights today, a preview of the maternity wear to come. Her hand slid down to her pussy, and felt for the scrap of paper she had sewn into her panties. The reporter felt damp wetness on the paper.

Excellent. Sexual fluids help charge the sigil. That should do it, the reporter thought. Carefully, she shaped her thoughts according to the spell in Blaze's grimoire, and her lips worked as she silently mumbled the spell...

"Coruscare, ut vocant tuum membrum."

The darkness beneath her desk briefly lit up...and then Lois felt the hard, warm, familiar prick emerge from the portal she had drawn on the paper. Working swiftly, she guided it to her pussy lips, and let loose a sigh of relief as her wife's cock slid into place. With the cock inside her cunny, the pregnant reporter removed her hand from her pants and smoothed her skirt. She sat up straight in her desk chair, suddenly in a much better mood.

Lois didn't know if it was the pregnancy hormones that were driving her libido to stratospheric highs, or some subconscious side-effect of living with a perpetually horny demonic dickgirl...but whatever was the cause, Lois had found herself absolutely distracted most of the day when she didn't have the dick inside of her. Now, thanks to the summon cock spell she had just cast, Lois could feel Angie's prick inside her all day long!

Or at least, as long as she could maintain the spell. At Angie's insistence, Lois had been practicing magic all during their honeymoon. The reporter didn't exactly have a knack for it, but she found it was a lot like calculus at university: while the theory was hard for her to grasp, many of the individual applications were relatively simple formulas when you got down to it, and worked fairly reliably. It was knowing when and how that was the tricky part, and there were costs involved...

After only an hour, Lois rocking back and forth occasionally to feel her wife's dick move inside of her, Lois began to feel one of those effects. The spell was still working in the background of her mind, drawing off the ambient magical energies of the universe or whatever, but it was like keeping track of the count of a sports game on the television while busy doing other things. Just a kind of background noise that occasionally intruded itself into the forefront of your mind at odd moments. Except in this case, what Lois noticed was the familiar sensation of warm wetness in her pussy...and more than that, a familiar smell.

Lois looked down at herself, and moved her hips carefully. There was a weird squishing sensation, as if she had wet herself...though Lois knew she hadn't. This was worse than that.

Blaze had cum in her. She had a cunt full of cum. At work.

The pregnant reporter swallowed and stood up. She looked back and down, and was faintly relieved to see that there was no wet spot on the seat of her chair...or on her skirt. Yet. Lois knew that it would only be a little while before she started to "leak," however. So the reporter carefully made a bee-line for the restroom...hoping no one would stop her along the way and wonder what the smell was.

Then again, Lois thought, pregnant women have a sharper sense of smell, don't they? Maybe no one else will notice.

Whatever the case, as Lois neared the women's restroom, she made a last-minute command decision and veered into the family restroom. It was smaller, designed for women with young children, but it was also lockable and solitary. No chance of prying eyes or ears.

Getting at the ensorcelled panties, of course, required a bit of room anyway. Lois had to pull off the skirt, take off her shoes, and pull off the tights...which, by the time Lois got to that point, were already slightly stained with dribbles of jizz. The reporter tossed the tights in the sink and peeled off the panties.

The demonic dick came out of the reporter's pussy with a wet schlick, it wobbled there, coated in cum, the towering crimson cock standing out firm within the small magic circle Lois had drawn...and though the reporter knew she had a real job just cleaning up her current mess, she couldn't help bringing the cock to her mouth. Her throat opened to accept her wife's dick. Lois sucked it clean, savoring the taste of that jizz which she once would have hated and spat out...and then, the cock shook, and Lois Lane's eyes widened as she felt something hot and wet hit the back of her throat...and then her eyes narrowed as she realized what was happening.

Blaze was taking a piss.

The reporter didn't even have to swallow; the cock was past her gag reflex and the hot yellow stream ran directly down her esophagus and into her stomach. Lois debated pulling the cock out, but decided that would just make more of a mess. Barely a few seconds later, Blaze finished, and Lois pulled the panties and cock away from her face.

"Evocatio finis," she whispered, stomach uncomfortably full of piss. The limp crimson cock retreated back through the magic circle.

Lois placed a hand on her distended abdomen, suddenly nauseous. Perhaps this wasn't quite as good an idea as she had thought it was.