Epilogue: Lily Won't Be An Only Child

Nine months. Lois wiped sweaty palms on her tight pants. Nine months of diapers, sleepless nights, working from home. Nine months with nothing between my legs but an aching need...and time to plan...

The outfit was the same one that Lois wore on the night Lily was conceived. The shirt rode a little high on the reporter's chest, which had never quiet returned to their previous proportions. The tight pants had been a struggle to get into, hugging her ass and hips more than they used to. Lois hadn't gained much weight—maybe five pounds over where she was a year ago—but it had clung to her curves and didn't seem to let go, no matter how much she exercised or how she dieted.

Who knows what a second pregnancy would do to my body? Lois wondered as she approached the club. She allowed herself a smile in the dark. Well, guess I'll find out.

The club, like many such fly-by-night establishments, hadn't lasted long. The reporter had used her contacts to keep tabs on it, but it just shuttered one day, the real owners of the property closing it up, still waiting for some real estate deal in the future to make it worth selling or renovating. There was a chain on the door, but the padlock was cheap; Lois had it open within fifteen seconds.

She strode into the darkened warehouse and shut the door behind her. The air was close, still, smelling of dust and ancient booze. Lois clicked on the flashlight she had brought, letting it play over the empty dance floor, the abandoned bar...and the door to the stairwell.

The reporter moved with purpose, heels clicking on the floor, heart pounding in her chest. How many nights did I spend, lying awake, Lily right beside me? She knew the answer without counting: every single one, until tonight. Long, lonely nights...and that's what had made up her mind, in the end. Thinking back to how Lois had played with her own little sister, how they had grown up together. That's what I want for Lily, the reporter told herself.

But she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs as she descended the stairs. The sense of anticipation building inside of her as she moved closer and closer to the Black Door, and what lay beyond it...if it was still there...

Part of the reporter knew that what she had been planning was insane. It had been a black miracle what had happened last time, and she had woken up at nights panting with the horror of it, feeling that stone thing wedging itself deeper inside of her, belly growing unnaturally, not knowing what would come out... Lois Lane knew she had given birth in pain and despair, far from anyone.

This time is different, she assured herself. I know what I'm doing, know what to expect. I'm ready.

Lois licked her lips. At least I hope so.

It was darker at the bottom of the stairwell. The apprehension was growing, the click of Lois' heels echoing off the walls. She could feel her pace slow as she neared the Black Door..and caught her breath when she saw that the dark portal was hanging open. She turned and looked inside, a soft prayer on her lips, but to whom she didn't know...

The broken statue sat there in the darkness. Lois let the flashlight play over it, marveling at the sleek lines of the calves and breasts, the cold demonic beauty of the face, perfect in every detail...and the cock...

The inhumanely long and thick stone shaft stood rigid, the tip still cleanly broken off. The reporter licked her lips, half surprised...part of her thought that maybe it would regenerate over time, but the crude circumcision appeared to be permanent. She eyed the broken shaft—at least two inches wide—with a pragmatic eye. It would be hard to fuck herself with that.

But not impossible, Lois thought, setting down her bag. This time she had come prepared: blanket, towels, a bottle of lube. Determination set inside of Lois as she began to strip off the tight, clinging pants. I'm really doing this. Her panties, already soaked through, Lois tossed aside.

The reporter stood there naked, feeling slightly ridiculous. Like someone was watching her, though she knew that was impossible.

Focus on the task at hand, Lois told herself, as she emptied the whole bottle of lube on the stone pillar.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she climbed onto the pedestal, ass toward the statue, backing up slowly. She was getting flashbacks to that night...the strange and terrible horniness that had seized her, the inexplicable idea of mounting the statue that had come into her head like an alien thought...and wouldn't go away. Now here she was again.

Lois had never tried to fuck a flat-tipped rod before; especially not one so fat. Normally, cocks were tapered, to make their entrance easier. This one, Lois knew, she would have to work for. She could feel the hard edge press against her pussy, but the lube was doing its job, and she was determined...

The reporter pressed her cunt back against the blunt tip, feeling an uncomfortable pressure. It felt too big for her pussy. She reached back and spread her lips wide.

If I can just get the first part of it in...stretch myself out... Lois thought ...then the rest of it would just slide in my tunnel.

The reporter bit her lip, pressing harder against the upper edge of the cock, applying more and more pressure, trying to spread herself wider with her fingers. It was difficult, even with the lube. She needed something to open her up. Worse than that, she could feel the edge of desperation. This had to work. Lois had been thinking about it for months. At night she would dream of it.

Gritting her teeth, the reporter pressed harder. Lois knew she could take it. Something bigger than this had come out of her cunt, so she could sure as hell get this into it. Her thighs and arms quaked as she pushed backwards, her pussy feeling uncomfortable as she pushed herself harder and harder onto the lube-slick shaft...

There wasn't an audible pop when her cunt gave way, though Lois hissed as her long dry spell was finally broken. She stared down past her hanging tits, feeling at her nether lips with her fingers and...yes, sure enough, the cock was in. Lois smiled.

Hard part's over. Time for some fun.

Lois knew that she had all night. Lily was with a sitter, no work tomorrow. That she should take her time and enjoy herself.

Gently, she slid back and forth, feeling the hard edges of the broken cock scrape and stretch her insides. Just a little bit at a time, establishing a good rhythm, working the cock in just a little deeper each time. It hurt...Lois knew that she had been too eager, gone too hard too fast; that she should have brought along some big toy to stretch herself out with first. But it didn't matter. The reporter bit her lip as she reached between her legs to rub her clit. It felt good too.

It felt good to admit to herself that she liked fucking this thing. To close her eyes and picture the red-skinned demon with the woman's face and small, tight tits above the inhuman cock. Lois could picture the lust smoldering in those dark eyes, the cruel lips worked into a little smirk as the reporter pressed herself faster and harder against that dick. As if the demon was saying: You want another baby? Then you better work for it, bitch.

Lois did. It had taken her months to re-tone her body after her last pregnancy, and even with those stubborn five pounds all the sit-ups and running had been worth it. Her body was as ready as it would ever be. It was just her, no baby, no distractions, just a woman getting her cunt split open pounding it against a stone phallus and loving every minute of it. The reporter grabbed at her breast with one hand and played with her clitoris with her other, never stopping her steady humping, pushing her ass back and forth, back and forth along that done...and know she could never get all of it inside of her.

That's okay, Lois admitted to herself. Just as long as there's enough.

The image of the red demon came back into Lois' mind, and she pushed herself a little harder, feeling the heat building within her tunnel, pussy gripping the hard stone, her body moving slowly toward climax. She could see something of Lily in those stark features...her little nose, the high brow, though the baby didn't have any horns yet...there was something imperial and elegant about her, the primal beauty that came from confidence which had always attracted Lois, in men or women...and as Lois felt her take the shaft as deep as she could in her pussy, she found herself murmuring a prayer...

"...fuck me...please...fill me up...give it to me...oh please...give me a baby!" The reporter moaned out loud, words echoing throughout the forgotten temple. "Fucky my slutty cunt! Knock me up again! I don't care what they think...getting pregnant again so soon...I don't care if they think I'm a whore...a loose slut...a bitch in heat...please...just give me...another...baby...baby..."

Lois cunt crushed down on the cold cock with superhuman strength. her whole body became seized in an electric moment, her long-delayed climax ripping through her entire body, thighs cramping, one hand squeezing her tit until she thought it would burst, two fingers pressed painfully hard against her clitoris in a blur of motion. It was the orgasm she had been missing for nine long months...and just when she felt it peak, as her lungs released and her heart began to beat again...she heard it...

CR-CRACK

Lois dropped onto the pedestal, a sudden but familiar weight in her pussy, and she smiled. Too tired to laugh she looked back to see the statue's decidedly shorter cock. Ran her fingers over her still-stuffed pussy and felt the smooth base of the stone...with what felt like a hairline crack, right down the middle. With a laugh, the exhausted reporter carefully eased herself off the pedestal. Legs wobbly, she crawled over to the bag.

There was bottled water there, and a power bar. Her phone, with the Lamaze video she had downloaded; blanket and towels. Not bothering to put her pants back on Lois carefully maneuvered herself back onto her feet.

It was a long way down the ladder to the tunnels...then off to the right, the little chamber with the circle and the spell...and then... Lois smiled, holding her hand against her belly. She could feel the heavy stone inside of her, moving slowly and inexorably upwards, drawn by some terrible power to complete its mission.

"Then," Lois whispered. "Lily gets a new brother or sister."