Epilogue: Blaze's Long Dark Night of the Soul

The storm broke over Metropolis, a cold, pounding rain where lightning crackled across the sky and dark clouds hid moon and stars. Sheets of rain washed streets clean, and even the criminals fled indoors, to light and warmth and safety. It was a night when children and dogs whimpered at every resounding crash, and fitful sleep was filled with dark dreams.

Blaze stood at the foot of Lois Lane's bed, in the dark. The demon had let herself in with the key, pulled off her wet clothes to stand there naked and drenched to the bone, yet the cold did not touch her. Silent as a ghost, she pulled the sheet back from the bed...

To uncover the two sleeping forms.

A year of hormone replacement therapy, exercise, and surgery had given Lois Lane almost the body of the woman she wanted. Her breasts were bigger than before, and her cock had shrunk, but the reporter still looked achingly androgynous...the face a little too strong, the adam's apple too big.

Beside her lay a hulking, masculine form. Like the statue of a Greek god carved in flesh, the broad shoulders and trim waist of a boxer, muscles as well-defined as a body-builder, with a hairy chest and a cock which few mortal men could look on without envy for length or girth, now shrunken and wet...

Red claws slid out of Blaze's fingertips. It would be so easy, as Superman lay caught in the magical spell of sleep, to kill him. But Lois wouldn't like that.

They had never talked about exclusivity. In fact, they had enjoyed going clubbing together, these last six months. Blaze had enjoyed watching her girlfriend give head at the gloryhole, or watching some slut suck off her shrinking dick as Blaze plowed an eager asshole. Fucking other people had just been part of their dynamic. It had never felt like a betrayal.

Not until now.

White jizz oozed out of the reporter's ass. Impulsively, Blaze slid onto the bed. The transgender reporter was in such deep sleep, she didn't wake, not even when the demonic dickgirl pulled Lois Lane's cheeks apart to stare, with her dark-adjusted eyes, at the red rim of that fresh-fucked ass, dripping with cum.

The demon's lower lip pulled up. She began to shake, eyes suddenly wet. Her heart felt like a hole in her chest.

There had been hard times, the last few weeks. Arguments. Lois had been less interested in sex, hadn't wanted to talk. Blaze had taken it to be the HRT, she knew it could cause a drop in the libido...hormones could cause mood swings...the demon had been sure it would pass, and then they could go back to Lois sucking her cock for breakfast, or letting Lois eat out her ass until the reporter fell asleep.

Except that's not it at all, is it? Blaze thought to herself as she watched the Kryptonian cum leak out of that well-fucked hole. She's in love with someone else. She's cheating on me...

Blaze pushed her face closer, until her nose was almost in that creampie. She could still remember the first time she'd eaten her own cum out of this ass. It had felt like...she hadn't words to describe it. A gift, a duty, a degradation, all at once. A queen of hell eating her own cum out of a lover's ass! The infernal legions would mock her from here to eternity if they only knew...

Tentatively, Blaze gave a lick. The rim of Lois' asshole was as she remembered it: salty, earthy, soft. Her tongue touched a bitter drop...but she ignored it. **** herself to push that tongue around the rim, to leave it slick with her saliva, to lick it clean of Superman's taint...

Before she knew it, Blaze had her face buried in the reporter's ass, lips wrapped around that sweet pucker, and she sucked and slurped down Superman's sperm...and in her enchanted sleep, Lois Lane stirred and moaned. Somewhere on some level, Lois could feel what the demon was doing to her...and as the tongue pressed deeper in that well-fucked hole, to swallow every trace of the Superman, Lois Lane moaned a single name...

"Angie..."

In her breast, the demon's heart leaped. Hope burned through the dark cloud of her mind...and outside, the clouds parted to let pale moonlight shine down to reflect in a million puddles, to fill the whole city with its glow.

If Lois Lane had moaned any other name, Blaze knew she hadn't a chance. But with that...just with that...she knew she hadn't lost Lois yet. Not entirely.

The demon's nose was crushed into the crack of Lois Lane's ass, and in the name of dark and forgotten gods it is best not to name, she swore a terrible oath...to win her lover back.