Epilogue: Work/Life Imbalance

It was amazing what humans could get used to. Soldiers and prisons got used to the uniforms and the discipline. Miners to the darkness and close quarters. Farmers to waking up before light. Humans were utterly adaptable, versatile creatures.

Lois Lane had gotten used to working with Blaze's cock inside of her all day.

Today marked the tenth week of her pregnancy, at least as near as Lois could judge. She was just barely beginning to show—not that anyone would notice, the way she kept her stomach carefully covered, and she had begun to opt for pants, skirts, and dresses with a higher waist, to conceal the burgeoning belly. It wasn't that Lois was embarrassed about the pregnancy, but she knew that many women didn't carry to term, and the reporter wanted to wait a month or two before making it official. Just in case.

So Lois went about her tasks—writing and checking copy, research and phone calls, out of the office occasionally for legwork and interviews or on assignment—and Blaze's cock, snug in its portal, kept her pregnant cunny filled. Sometimes Blaze moved inside of her, the priapic prick never seeming to flag as it moved in and out, in and out, until the reporter's cunny felt raw and sore and sloshing full of jizz. Yet the reporter felt they had found some kind of balance. Blaze got the use of Lois Lane's pussy all day, and Lois got to work and keep her job.

Which is why she was surprised to see her live-in girlfriend-cum-fuckbuddy show up in the middle of the morning.

"Hey, sweetmeat," Blaze said. She was in her human guise, and wore a sundress she had stolen from the reporter's closet, complete with sandals and sunhat. The dark-haired woman leaned forward and kissed the shocked reporter on the lips.

"Angie!" Lois said, flustered at this sudden intrusion into her workspace. "What are you doing here?"

The demon lifted her dress, to show she wasn't wearing panties...and, to the reporter's surprise, that she had a cock. Even though she could still feel the demon's prick firmly inside her cunny.

"I want you to suck my dick," Blaze said, and Lois blush burned across her cheeks at house loudly the dickgirl had said it.

"Not here!" Lois said, and grabbed the edge of the skirt and **** it down. "Just...we'll go to the family bathroom."

She grabbed Blaze's hand and dragged her down the maze of cubicles, away from the main paths. Embarrassment and indignation burned through Lois, as she hoped no one saw the reporter's girlfriend pitching a tent and demanding a blowjob in the Daily Planet offices.

Luck was with them as they slid into the family restroom, and Lois let out a sigh as she locked the door behind them...and then looked at Angie, who stared around at the brown tile with bemusement. She ran one finger along the plastic changing table set into the wall, her familiar secret smile on her lips.

"What the hell are you thinking!" Lois said. "We're at work! In public! I could get fired."

Blaze gave a shrug almost Gallic in its level of communicating utter lack of give-a-shit. She pulled up the dressed again, to reveal the stiff prick.

"I want a blowjob. Your pussy is great, but it's not enough."

Lois sighed...and then stopped.

"Wait...I can still feel your dick inside of me. How can you...?"

The reporter's eyes noticed, for the first time, that just above the stiff prick was a golden ring, seemingly stuck to the demon's crotch. The inside of it was utterly black. Not like jet, but of an absolute absence, like a hole cut in the fabric of the universe.

"Did you...grow another cock?" Lois Lane's brow furrowed.

"Demon," Blaze said, as though that explained anything. "Now come on, you want to keep me from going out there and being a supervillain, and I want my cock sucked. So get on your knees."

"You...dick," Lois said...but the pregnant reporter lowered herself onto her knees before her lover. Blaze smiled as she spread her legs shoulder-length apart, rested her hands on the wall behind her, the dress draped over the base of the dick.

"That's right," Blaze said as the reporter's tongue played over the swollen head of her cock, and her babymama's hands clutched at her thighs. "I'm your dick! A woman in your condition needs to get all the vital nutrients she needs. Lots of protein..."

Lois frowned around the dick in her mouth. In truth, she hadn't told Lois about the pregnancy yet, but she hadn't tried to hide it, either. Now here she was, on her knees during work hours, keeping up her end of the deal...and as the reporter reached up to fondle Blaze's balls with one hand, and slide the cock deeper into her mouth, the tongue along the soft, sensitive bottom of the shaft, she realized with dismay that the whole situation was getting her excited.

It was hard to go the whole day with a dick in your pussy without getting a little worked up. Some days Lois found herself sitting on the edge of her chair and moving her hips in small circles so that Blaze's cock would hit her just right...and more than once the reporter had caught herself getting hot in the middle of the workday, cheeks flushed and gripping the edge of her desk with white knuckles, trying to suppress a moan so that no one else in the office could hear as she had a little orgasm...and she'd had to wear pads in her panties, behind the portal, because while none of the cum would leak out of her cunny, her own juices would dribble and soak her panties through.

"That's it," Blaze said. Her shoulders wrested against the wall as she began to thrust her hips...and Lois moaned around the cock in her mouth, because she could feel the demon's other dick slide in and out of her pussy at the same time. "I've been wanting to fuck that mouth-pussy all day. Want you to walk around all day with the stink of my cum on your breath. Let them know who you belong to...who put a baby in your belly..."

The reporter rolled her eyes...but she also squirmed as the face-fucking and vaginal-fucking, perfectly synchronized by the demon's magic, grew more intense. Lois Lane had never thought of herself as a slut, but the constant sexual activity, rather than desensitizing her, had her on edge. She could hear people in the hallway outside, walking, talking...and just a few feet away, through a locked door, Lois Lane was slutting it up for her demon babydaddy.

"Urgh!" Blaze grunted, sooner than Lois expected. The hot spray hit the back of the reporter's mouth and Lois instinctively swallowed, knowing how much Blaze could shoot out in a single load, and not wanting to look like she'd just spilled a quart of black yogurt all over her work clothes. So salty rope after rope gulped down the reporter's gullet, nearly as fast as Blaze could cum...and when the demon, at last sated, drew her dick out from between the reporter's lips Lois sucked hard so that it exited clean.

"We have to do this again," Blaze said, and scratched at her balls. She stared down at the reporter who struggled to breathe and digest the hot meal of cum she'd just swallowed. The demon's voice grew softer. "I miss you during the day, you know."

"I know, babe," Lois said, and felt that strange wetness inside of her which told her that both of Blaze's dicks had ejaculated inside of her. "Trust me, I know."

Lois Lane felt powerless and wobbly as she made her way back to her desk. It wasn't so much being called upon to give her lover a sudden blowjob...it was that Lois knew according to the terms of their deal, and the demon's endless libido, she could and probably would do that more often now. The reporter grit her teeth and unconsciously ran a hand over her softly swollen stomach, not sure what to do. Her whole life felt out of balance...

...but she couldn't say no to the demon's dick.