Epilogue: The Fall of Lois Lane

CEO OF PREGGR DISAPPEARS

LOIS LANE: SUPER PIMP

MATERNAL MATRIARCH OF CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE

SHE'S NOT JUST A SEX TRAFFICKER—SHE'S A CLIENT!

Lois Lane had a baby nestled on each teat as she read the headlines. The normal weeks of recuperation after birth had been cut short by the sudden need to flee to a non-extradition country. The internet shitstorm that the Question had brewed up had swiftly turned into legal ramifications. Subpoenas from Congress. Warrants issued. Cops pounding on doors.

Then there had been the heroines themselves. Some felt betrayed. Even the loyal ones faced exposure. Some of them had to denounce Lois publicly. There had been talk of reprisals from some of the villains as well. So Blaze had to move Lois and their children once again.

The former reporter gave a little sigh as she looked out from the second-story balcony of their villa. Khandaq was not the most beautiful place on Earth, but they had rapidly run out of alternatives. There were very few people that would dare to chase them here, even if they knew where to look.

The babies yawned sleepily, their eyes already closed, mouths open around the reporter's aching, milky nipples. The sensitive teats had grown even thicker during nursing, and Lois smiled as she saw the little pink points of Lily and Lyle's first horns coming in. Blaze sashayed across the tile floor, almost silent in her bare feet, slim body concealed by a diaphanous gown. She took the babies from their mother's breast and carried them back inside.

Lois didn't even bother to pull her top back up. The warm breeze felt good on her tits.

Blaze sashayed back. Her hands found her wife's bare shoulders. Red fingers dug into the tense muscles.

"Still upset, sweetmeat?" The scarlet succubus said.

"My good name is tarnished, I've been **** to flee the country, and somehow my tits are on page 3," Lois said as she turned the page, to where a grainy photo of her bare breasts and belly bump from the pregnancy just gone were on full display. "My father thinks I'm a whore, my sister won't talk to me, and all of our hard work at Preggr had to be dismantled."

"Hmm. But before that happened, you helped a lot of women get pregnant," Blaze pointed out. "You're responsible for a whole generation of superheroes. And even if Preggr isn't there to assist them, Wayne funded a new initiative to help expectant teenage heroine mothers-to-be, and to provide fertility services for other heroines. All those superbosy and supergirls. The world will be safer when they grow up..."

Lois closed her eyes and laid her head back. One hand fell to her midsection. While not quite as toned as pre-pregnancy, regular exercise and keeping up with the kids was about keeping up with the pounds she would gain from stress-eating. Yet sometimes, late at night, she felt so...empty.

"Would you like me to eat your pussy?" Blaze asked, as though she could read Lois Lane's thoughts.

"Yes, please," the reporter said, as she closed her eyes.

A quick shift pulled the reporter's skirts up to expose her pussy. She kept it clean-shaven these days. The heat in Khandaq made her sweat like a pig, and it was all Lois could do to avoid rashes. Blaze settled herself on her knees, head bowed like a novitiate about to pray...and then she unfurled her tongue.

When they had first met, Blaze's tongue had been a demure, human little triangle of pink flesh. As they had gotten to know one another so intimately, Blaze had changed it to suit her wife's needs. Now it was inhumanly broad, eight inches long, a deep and vivid purple, with a forked tip and little hard nubs here and there for extra stimulation.

The white eyes met hers as she pressed that fat, strong muscle against the reporter's crotch. Like a great slug squeezing its amorphous body into a shell. The little nodules found and rubbed against every point in and outside of Lois Lane's pussy...and Lois felt the tension melt from her as her wife eagerly and expertly massaged the sore and aching cunt tunnel.

Which had been closed for business for far too long. Lois had a sixth sense for when Blaze got hard now. It was like they were in synch. The demon's heat was her own. Blaze got hard, and she got wet...she got wet and Blaze got hard.

Lois Lane was very wet right now.

"Please...baby," Lois moaned, as her hips writhed. "I need it."

The doctor said... The demon's thoughts pushed straight into her brain.

"Fuck the doctor," Lois said with feeling. She **** herself to sit up and grab the demon's horns. "I want you to put triplets in me this time!"

Blaze grinned. She dragged her tongue out slowly. So that every bump could run over the reporter's swollen, super-sensitive clit. Even to run over the little pooch of a stomach, as if to caress every stretch mark with her tongue. Lois couldn't see the thick cock that tented Blaze's diaphanous gown, but she could feel it. Her cunt ached for it. Her womb yearned for it.

As you wish, Blaze project the thought into her wife's brain. The great tongue lapped between the reporter's pendulous, milky tits. Lois craned her neck so that her wife could lick the sweat from the hollow of her throat. Then the swollen head pressed against her labia...

Lois had never asked how much Blaze had tinkered with the reporter's body. Massaged her fertility. Sped along the repair of her womb. Other women who had given birth sometimes suffered health issues...it took a toll on their body. Yet Lois recovered swiftly...and her need to get pregnant again was matched only by Blaze's willingness to impregnate her.

Cock and cunt came together as Lois spread her motherly thighs wide, hands under there knees to pull her legs wider, so Blaze could stab her crimson cock in deeper, and Lois could feel those hot, heavy balls slam against her ass. Lewdly, the reporter sucked at the forked tips of her wife's tongue.

The air over Khandaq was hot, dry, and heavy. Soon, one or another of the babies would cry. They'd have to stop, to go change a diaper, to feed them, to play and cuddle their cute little devilkin. Yet by that time, rivulets of black spunk would roll down Lois Lane's long legs...her cares about her reputation would be momentarily forgotten...and their next siblings would be well on their way.