Epilogue: Trouble In Paradise

"...with the pandemic sweeping Metropolis, the mayor has issued a stay-at-home order and curfew for all inhabitants except essential workers. Schools and universities have transitioned to online, and employers are encouraged to allow their employees to work from home..."

The news anchor kept talking. Background noise; the Lane family had been hearing the same thing over and over for weeks.

The main bathroom of the new house had three sinks, and a custom-made shower that could accommodate all three adults comfortably...but it only had one toilet. Right now, Lois and Callie Lane were both bent over the bowl.

The women were naked—and why not, since these days there was nowhere for them to go—and the gentle swells of their twelve-week pregnant tummies were coming along nicely. Unfortunately, that brought with it all the typical symptoms: strange cravings, weight gain, and at any time of day or night...

"Urrgph," Lois Lane vomited her breakfast into the bowl, one arm around her wife to hold up her hair. "Uggh...how long does morning sickness last?"

"Arrughp," Callie spewed nest to her, holding up her wife's hair. "Until...about twenty weeks. So, two more months..."

The bare pussies swayed as the women were on their knees on the clean white tile. Easy targets for their spouse.

Angie Blaze dropped into a squat behind Lois, ran her cock up and down the reporter's slit once, twice, three times, and then slid her dick into the tight cunt of her elder bride. Nor did she stop until the heavy sack slapped against Lois Lane's labia.

The demon sighed. Being immune to mortal diseases, and able to teleport, she was the only one of them that could theoretically go out and about without risk—not that she did. Her two beloved cumdumps were in the house, and the demonic dickgirl had taken especial pleasure in corning each of them at inopportune times, stealthily moving and sliding her fat crimson cock into their pussies. Sometimes it felt like there was rarely an hour that went by without the cries of pleasure echoing from some part of the house...

...and the human women were quite literally getting sick of it.

"Dammit, Angie!" Callie said. "It's bad enough we're puking our guts out here, do you really have to fuck the shit out of Lois at the same time?"

"Worry not, love," Angie said as the familiar slap of nuts-on-cunt commenced, and Lois braced herself tighter as her body began to shake with the steady pussy pounding properly began. "I've more than enough saved up; once I spunk Lois I'll happily fuck you too."

"That's not...horgh...what she meant!" Lois cut in, yellow bile drooling out of her mouth. "You're fucking us raw every day! Yesterday you fucked me six times, and I left a trail of black jizz dripping out of my cunt like a snail as I crawled from the bedroom to the shower!"

"I thought you liked it," Blaze said, puzzlement crossing her demonic features.

"We do like it!" Callie broke in. "It's just that...that..."

It was one thing to live together. It was something else again to live in **** isolation, especially with a demonic dickgirl who would gladly fuck you anywhere and anywhen...and not much more than that. Lois and Callie were the ones who had to mop up the jizz, wash the sheets, do the dishes...all while Callie was taking her university classwork online, and Lois was busy writing articles to help afford the house and everything...

Beyond that, the women had begun to notice changes in each other. Their pussies were wet, all the time. Lois would be on a videocall, the rare time when she would wear any clothes, and find herself idly masturbating while someone else was talking. Callie's essays and research papers were turning increasingly toward sex, and more often than not these days Lois had noticed her wife wearing a butt plug, scooting her ass on the chair as she was typing away at a paper or something, rocking it in back and forth.

Sometimes Lois couldn't help herself. She had found herself acting like Blaze, sliding behind Callie. Letting her hands slip down and squeeze those luscious tits, which had begun to puff up gently at the nipples, and run her hands over that bulging belly...to listen to Callie's breath quicken, and then her legs would open in invitation, and Lois would crawl under the table to lick the honey from that leaky slit, Callie humping her face and moaning as she struggled to type out a complete sentence.

Callie, on the other hand, liked to strike at night. Blaze liked to sleep on the outside, the big spoon with her two pregnant wives in the middle...and when Callie was sandwiched in between Lois and and Angie, Lois would often awake at night to feel the young woman's baby bump against her back, hands exploring her breasts with jealousy...because Lois, maybe because she was a few years older, had swollen a little more, and the pregnancy weight was settling more in the reporter's hips. They would lay there in the dark, Angie snoring away, and Callie's hand would slip down around the reporter's stomach...and the other would slide down the crack of her ass...so that the reporter was always faced with a double ****, front and rear, gasping gently in the moonlight. Until Lois came on her wife's fingers, and rolled her head back to press her lips against Callie's, and they would kiss as if there was no one and nothing left in the world.

"...you need to contribute more!" Callie finished. "Beyond fucking us, I mean."

"She's right, love," Lois said, spitting and then reaching up to flush the toilet. The demon had not stopped plugging away at the reporter's pregnant cunny, reaching down with both hands to rub the swollen belly. "We need a chore list, or something. You need to help clean..."

"...and finish painting the nursery," Callie said, and Lois noticed that the younger wife's free hand was now reaching back to play with the plug in her ass. "Also, shopping. We need saltines...antacids...toothpaste..."

"And ice cream," Lois said. "Butterscotch Pecan, Rocky Road, Triple Chocolate Swirl..."

"Mhh," Callie said. "Remember when she brought us those ice cream sandwiches drizzled with jizz and chocolate chips?"

"I remember making you lick the plate clean," Lois smiled, her nausea fading slightly.

Blaze grunted and slammed her hips forward a touch to hard, almost sending Lois lane into the toilet. The demon pulled out with a slick, sloppy sound that both women had long grown used to.

"My loves, I am sorry," Angie said, her voice contrite. "And I will fulfill these labors, I swear it."

There was a crack of thunder. Lois Lane's hair fell down as Callie disappeared...and she felt an eager, familiar mouth at her cum-filled cunt. There was a tink as Callie's butt plug dropped into the sink, and a familiar moan from her younger wife's lips as Blaze stretched Callie's ass on her cock.

"Right after I blow this next load."

It was a familiar excuse. There was always another load to blow...and another hole to blow it into. Lois and Callie had heard that line so many times, it almost made them sick to hear it again...but that didn't stop Lois from leaning back as Callie's tongue lapped up the creamy treat she had grown to love, or Callie's ass from swallowing that fat demonic dick which had left its mark on both women in ways they were just beginning to understand.