Epilogue: One Week Turned Into Three Or Four

Blaze lay down on Lois's side of the bed. She didn't sleep. Her cock throbbed in its cage. Not always hard, but it got hard so easily now...the tight metal bands biting into her flesh during the worst of it...and her stored-up sperm was a constant presence inside of her. Always there, until it was almost all she could think about.

The alarm sounded. The demon wearily dragged herself toward a cold shower. She had to be at work in an hour.

Lois Lane's assignment in Gotham had extended...and then extended again. They called. Emailed. Texted. Sexted. Lois sent pictures. Showed her growing belly. Told her how much she wanted her, that they would be together soon...

Under the cold water, Angelica Blaze slipped out of her demonic form. Merely human again, the cock cage hanging down. She could end this in an instant, if she truly wished to. Yet she had promised Lois to wear it. Never knowing how long it would last.

On her throne in Hell, Blaze had rubbed her cock six times a day, watching the punishments of the damned. Lesser succubi had fought for the honor of worshipping her balls. The damned souls of women who had used their sexuality as a weapon to hurt others were recast as virgins, their hymens split on the demon's dick, blood dripping down over her great swollen testicles...and the moment they slipped off it would regenerate, and they would feel what it was like, over and over...

The dark slacks she wore were a size too big; it helped to hide the cage. White button-down shirt, thin black tie, baggy jacket. She dressed worse than Clark Kent...and she dragged herself into her "office" for another day of horoscopes, blogging. Earning her meager little paycheck, instead of just conjuring forth gold and gems. Drape her in silks with silver thread, her growing belly on display as they walked down the aisle to a dark altar, where she would claim and defile her queen in front of cheering thousands of Hell's royalty...

What am I even doing? Angelica Blaze asked herself as she adjusted her pants again. She let her head hit the keyboard. Her cock was hard again. The demon could almost feel the wet spot forming on the front of her pants. The catheter to help her pee also let the precum make a sticky mess out of her underwear. It was a worse **** than anything the demon had ever invented for the damned.

A knock at the door. Blaze raised her head. "Enter!"

Clark Kent arrived. He had coffee, bless his innocent soul. The demon accepted it gratefully.

"How are you holding up?" He said, obviously sincere.

"I miss her terribly."

They weren't friends. Not exactly. Lois was his friend though, and Angelica was her fiance. Demon and Kryptonian knew what they were as well, although by mutual and unspoken agreement they had chosen not to talk about it openly. Still...it was another little bond between them. She knew he was keeping an eye on her, for any villainy. Four months, and he checked in on her like a sponsor at Alcoholics Anonymous.

So he stared at the demon, so diminished from her former majesty. Stuck in a broom closet repurposed as an office, working for a pittance as a mortal, among mortals. Her power and majesty between her legs locked away, dying for release. With his super-senses, Superman could almost hear the sperm churning inside her body. All for what? Love, he supposed.

Clark Kent sipped his coffee.

"I know how you feel." He said.

She looked up from her coffee...and understanding crossed her face. This was how Superman felt all the time.

"Something else has come up. Some friends that could use help from someone with your...knowledge and abilities."

Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"I told Lois..."

"No supervillainy," he said with a smile. "This would be working on the other side of things."

She frowned.

"I'm not a hero," she said.

"You don't have to be. But it might give you something to focus on, besides casting horoscopes."

Angelica Blaze chewed it over. "If I can do so without breaking my promise to Lois...I suppose."

He smiled. "Great! I'll let them know they can get in touch. And Blaze...she'll be back soon."

"I hope so," Blaze said. "I really do."

The afternoon dragged on. By the end, Blaze was staring at the ceiling, daydreaming about what she would do to Lois when she saw her. The cock had been hard in its cage for over an hour. Finally, five o'clock came, and Angelica left her office, stepped out of the building, and lost herself in the sea of humanity that was Metropolis.

Not that she had to walk. Her eyes could see the auras of every sinner on the street. The whore on the corner burned like a nun; she worked the hospice circuit as a sex therapist, giving the dying what relief they could. The banker she brushed past who felt guilty every time he went to the strip club with the boys, because his faithful wife was at home waiting for him, and he truly loved her too. All the other sins, small and great, and for a little while Blaze could lose herself in them.

The doorman of the apartment building nodded in recognition. He knew she and Lois were together, and gave her a friendly wink as she went past.

Tiredness dragged at the demon's bones as she took the elevator up to their apartment. There was something ineffably sad about the idea of spending yet another night all alone, in a cold bed that was too big and lonely without her...

The door opened, unlocked. Blaze's nostrils flared at this irregularity. She drew herself up to her full height, muscles tensing. A bloody bloom crawled across her skin, horns sprouting from her forehead, eyes glowing dully in the darkness as she assumed her full demonic aspect. If anyone had invaded their home, then she would rend them limb from limb.

She pushed the door open, her eyes searching the darkness...and caught a familiar scent, a movement in the bedroom. As if floating the demon moved forward. Her cock instantly, painfully hard in its cage.

Lois was there, in her robe. Hair still wet from the shower. Tired eyes. The robe was sticking out too far in the middle, as though she had stuffed a pillow under it. Much bigger than when Blaze had last seen her in the flesh.

The smile that graced the pregnant reporter's face when she saw Angelica was enough to melt the heart of harder demons than Blaze. She moved forward, her hands fumbling at her sash, drawing it aside to show the belly...

Sixteen weeks with quadruplets. The demon's mouth went dry. There were women full term that did not look so swollen and radiant with life.

Lois undid Blaze's belt and tugged the demon's pants down. A metal key pressed against the thick metal band that wrapped around the base of the swollen girlcock...and a weight, physical and metaphorical, dropped off of Angelica as her fiance tugged the cock cage off of her flesh, the grossly open urethra drooling precum unstoppably, vivid purple bands in the scarlet flesh. The reporter nuzzled the dick, kissed it, licked it...and now freed, it swelled, veins crawling.

Blaze hauled her up violently, hugging her to her, torn for a moment between moving to the bed and shoving her cock into her right then and there—and then Lois Lane made the decision for her, reaching down and moving the swollen head of that cock to her dripping pregnant cunt—and sliding onto it, letting her fiance carry her weight as she wrapped her legs around her, that swollen belly in between them.

"Honey, I'm home," Lois whispered.