Epilogue: Topping From The Bottom

Lois L. Blaze rolled quietly out of bed, staggered to the bathroom, and shut the door so that she could be messily sick without waking up her spouse, who snored on, utterly oblivious to what her wife was going through.

The sun hadn't risen yet. It had only been four weeks since their marriage, too soon for a pregnancy test...but as Lois gargled mouthwash to remove the taste of bile, she had no doubt what she'd just experienced was her first bout of morning sickness. She was grateful that throwing up at least made her feel a little better, even if her stomach still churned a bit, and the thought of breakfast threatened a relapse...but she knew something else that would make her feel much, much better.

Tip-toeing back to the bed, the pregnant reporter carefully pulled the sheets off her demonic spouse. Blaze did not need to sleep, but she enjoyed it, especially after a hard night of pounding her wife's poor, aching cunny, and she slept like a cat, sprawled out on the bed, in the nude, in her true form. In the dim light filtering through the shades, Lois admired the round red hills of Angelica's butt, and the way her cock was pressed down between her wide-spread knees, stretching toward the reporter like a third leg, the big crimson balls taut and hairless as a pair of Christmas-tree ornaments.

Softly as she could, Lois slipped back on the bed. The demon snored, utterly oblivious as the reporter extended her tongue...and swirled it around the head of the scarlet succubus' cock. Lois had learned, over the weeks of their honeymoon, to appreciate the subtler flavors of Blaze's body. The sticky residue that could accumulate behind the glans if Blaze didn't wash it after sex. The soft, hairless underside of the shaft that swelled beneath her tongue, dry and warm. The sweaty film that clung to the swollen balls when she took them in her mouth...and the way Blaze would squirm in her sleep, pressing her ass upwards.

As if begging for it.

The pregnant woman's tongue slid over the taint, and that little cleft that hid the demon's surprisingly small and seldom-used cunny. Lois L. Blaze's target was nestled deep between the round cheeks, and she followed the bitter flavor, a bit like asparagus, until her tongue found the familiar folds of the pucker she had come to know so very, very well.

Now Blaze moaned and stretched, pressing her ass backwards into her wife's face, so that Lois Lane's tongue slipped deep into the unresisting orifice. The reporter's right hand came up and grabbed the cock hard near the base, her thumb pressing into the underside just where it met that crimson body, squeezing the channel tight...and her left hand grabbed the rubbery glands and began to pull and tug, so that the urethra was wide open...and the meaty part of the pregnant woman's middle finger could press ingot the gap.

"Yessss..." Blaze hissed. "Yes...good...good ****....milk me...fuck my ass with your tongue. Fuck my cockhole with your finger..."

Lois smiled as her tongue twirled. She pressed her middle finger harder against the demon's piss-slit, and with surprising ease it slid into the distended hole. With her right thumb against the base of Blaze's dick, the demon couldn't ejaculate even if she wanted to...and she would want to. Lois knew that. She would moan and claw at the sheets, her balls clamping as the pressure built and built inside her, and Lois would keep teasing her, eating her ass, forcing her finger in deeper.

It was like a game they played. A contest of wills. Blaze knew that if she ordered Lois to let her cum, she would lose...and Lois knew her spouse had never, ever won...

Outside the walls of this house, or in front of others, Lois was perfectly subservient to Blaze. She had no money of her own. Could not buy her own clothes; when they went shopping, Blaze bought everything for her, and often things Lois would not have wanted to wear...but it was like one big game with them. Cat and mouse. Spider and fly. Yet who had caught who in this web? If the fly wants to be eaten, why power does the spider have?

"Aaaagh...fucking whore...cunt...." Blaze's ass was runny with the reporter's saliva, and the human woman's jaw ached. Her finger was up to the second knuckle, and the cock was so stiff and throbbing it was fighting against her grip.

"Let me cum! Let me cum you damned slut!" Angelica said.

Lois released her grip...but didn't remove her finger. Not right away. She felt the hot sticky wetness against the tip of her finger immediately. A finger on the backside of the cock felt the huge organ bulge...the pressure was intense...and Lois took her mouth out of that ass to whisper.

"Roll over."

Blaze did so...and glared at Lois in all of her demonic fury. Just for a moment. Lois couldn't deny her lord and master any longer than that. Just long enough so that when the finger pulled out with a POP, a streamer of black jizz shot out, catching the scarlet succubus in the face...and then spurting out over her heaving tits, that tight muscled stomach...until the cock lay there, shrinking and squirting.

Lois moved forward. Blaze opened her mouth for a kiss...and the human woman scooped some of the cum off Blaze's chin and **** it into her mouth.

She knew the demon tasted it too. That her infernal spouse would plan some suitable **** this evening. And utterly fucked out, she would fall asleep, on her stomach, naked and ****...until tomorrow morning.