Epilogue: Lois Lane, Demon Cumbucket

"You've been missing a lot of work lately," Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, said to his greatest reporter.

Lois Lane stared at him through half-lidded eyes. There were bags under those vivid purple orbs. Her black hair was a mess, her makeup minimal. She seemed uncomfortable just sitting there, yet every movement brought a gentle wince to the corners of her mouth. Just walking into his office it seemed like the reporter was stepping on egg-shells, as though she might collapse at any moment.

"Sorry, Perry," she gave him a tired smile. "I...haven't been feeling well lately. Some personal issues. Haven't been getting a lot of sleep."

"Lot of that going around," he huffed, though not too unkindly.

"I was hoping we could talk about me...working from home a little more," she said. "It won't affect the quality or the timeliness of my work, it's just harder for me to come into the office..."

The old man leaned back in his chair, which creaked alarmingly. His practiced gaze read a bone-deep weariness in the reporter. A part of him wondered if she wasn't really sick...or worse.

"Lane, I need you to tell me what's going on."

She met his eyes.

There was cum on her toothbrush. Again.

Lois didn't even bother to rinse it off. She just squeezed a ribbon of mint-flavored paste on top of the black jizz, and began to scrub her teeth. Her stomach gurgled alarmingly. Her pussy dripped onto the floor. Fresh cum cooling and hardening on top of old, dry cum.

Blaze slept like a cat. Lois watched in the mirror as the red-skinned demon woke and stretched, mouth opening into a vast yawn, a pillowcase caught up in her horns. She slid off nude, the great crimson cock between her legs quiescent for once. Wandered into the bathroom, utterly uncaring that Lois was watching, and stood over the toilet.

The cum-spattered reporter reached out with her right hand and grabbed the dick, aiming it at the bowl. Four weeks with the demon had taught her that Blaze's aim first thing in the morning was something to be desired, and she had no wish to step in a puddle of piss when it was her turn to use the toilet. Again.

It was weird how acclimated Lois had gotten to having her hand wrapped around that warm, thick shaft. To feel the fluid pulsing through it, stronger and darker than Lois Lane's own urine as it splashed and burbled into the bowl. Blaze, her hands free, managed to remove the pillowcase from about her horns, staring dolefully at the holes they had torn in them. Her fingers poked through the damaged fabric.

"I have to go into work today," the reporter said.

The demon made an unhappy noise in the back of her throat.

"At least for a few hours. I'll take care of you before I go. Can you last the day?"

"No...but I've been thinking about that," the demon flashed a smile.

The demon handed her something that looked like an oversized black metal ring.

"Put it in your pussy," the scarlet succubus said. "Like a diaphragm, but not so deep."

"What is it?" Lois asked.

"A portal." Blaze produced another black metal ring, and slid it over the tip of her dick. Just like that, the crimson cockhead popped out of the ring in Lois Lane's hand, the last few drops of piss dribbling down onto the reporter's pale wrist.

"With that, I can fuck you anywhere. Anytime."

"My current relationship," Lois explained. "We're trying to get pregnant. The doctor recommended some things, but mostly it's a matter of...intimacy. Frequent intimacy. Especially during days when I..."

Perry held up his hands.

"I don't need the details. Okay. As long as you get your work in. Kids are a big step. Are you sure you're ready for it?"

Lois Lane's weary smile stretched a bit wider. "Chief, to tell the truth the way we've been going at it I'm surprised I'm not pregnant already. But better safe than sorry."

"Right, right. Okay, try to come in at least Tuesdays and Thursdays...and if you fall behind, we'll have to cut back on that."

"Thanks, Chief. You're the best?"

Lois eased herself out the door...and then grunted softly as she felt something slide inside of her. The reporter closed her eyes as the familiar cockhead pushed deeper inside her pussy. She checked her smartphone. Nine o'clock. Blaze had managed to constrain herself all of two hours. The reporter straightened up and took a deep breath, let it out slowly. The cock was sliding in and out inside her now. The ring was lodged about an inch inside of her channel, so there was a weird lack of sensation at the entrance of her pussy, where she was most sensitive...but the glans was still rubbing her g-spot, and that was bringing a small flush to her features.

Head held high, shoulders square, Lois walked back to her desk, smiling pleasantly at anyone who looked her in the face. She was walking around, getting fucked, and no-one knew it. A part of her wondered if Blaze could actually feel her walking around...she imagined the demon sitting on the couch or in a chair, the ring circling her cock, moving it up and down like some kind of onahole...or did she brace it somehow, so that she could thrust with her hips? They hadn't really talked about it before Lois left...

One thing the reporter was sure of, Blaze masturbated faster than she fucked. The cock was speeding up inside of her, thrusting faster than the demon normally did. Lois could feel it churning up her pussy, and despite herself she could feel her body respond...and worse than that, Lois knew how this was going to end.

Maybe I should go to the bathroom? No, I'll just sit down at my desk, I should be fine...

"Lois!"

The reporter turned and smiled, a rigor mortis grin as her tired eyes settled on Clark Kent.

"Long time no see," he said. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, Smallville," she said, trying her best to ignore the pounding prick pistoning her poor pussy. "Personal issues. I told you I started a new relationship...it's been getting a bit serious."

"Oh," he said. His own grin looked a little pained. Lois had suspected that Kent had been crushing on her, but it was best not to give him any illusions. "No problems, I hope?"

"We're trying for a baby," Lois said, trying to keep her hips from shaking. The pounding was constant now, and the reporter thought about how fast Blaze could conceivably jerk it...it certainly felt like her cunny was getting jackhammered from within.

"Oh," he said again, face a little crushed, but he rallied. "Well, good luck with that. I'm sure you'll be a great mother."

"Thanks, Clark," Lois said and reached out to give his arm a squeeze. "What about you, ladykiller? Find a lucky girl yet?"

He blushed...and Lois railed at herself for getting lost in small talk when her pussy was getting pummeled. Even though it didn't feel nearly as good as it would have if she was at home, riding that dick, the heat was definitely building up inside of the reporter's pussy and spreading outwards. Her toes curled in her shoes, her nipples hard inside her bra, and it was all she could do to control her breathing, to avoid panting or fidgeting.

"Not...really. It's not that there hasn't been interest, I've just never been one for dating," he admitted.

"Well get out there!" Lois grinned, feeling herself begin to sweat as Blaze redoubled her efforts. She wondered if this was what it might be like to go through work with a vibrator inside your pussy...except Angie's dick wasn't vibrating, it was pushing and pulling at her slick channel, the ring tugging as it threatened to come loose. "You're a good-looking man when you clean up, Clark. Intelligent...strong...gentle...I'm sure there are plenty of women that would be dying to be your girlfriend."

Instinctively, she reached out and straightened his tie. "There's lots of fish in the sea, Smallville! Don't get so caught up on the one that got away. Maybe the one you're really destined to be with is cumming right around the corner."

He looked down at her stomach...and for a second Lois froze, felt like she was made of transparent glass, and that he could see right through her, to where that crimson cock was battering almost at her cervix...and then he raised his head, eyes sad behind those black plastic frames, and said:

"Thanks Lois. I'm sure you're right."

They went their separate ways...and Lois made a beeline for the ladies' room, already feeling the hot splash of demonic jizz as Blaze blew her third load of the day straight towards her womb. The reporter clenched her pussy, hoping to stop the flow from leaking out before she could get to the restroom and...

...something weird happened. Lois wasn't quite sure what she was feeling, as she slid into a stall. She quickly pulled down her pants and panties. It almost felt like all the jizz was staying up by her cervix. There was a warm heat there, and it didn't feel like it was dripping down toward her pussy at all. The reporter looked at her labia, and aside from a bit of moisture from her own juices, there was no sign of Angie's tell-tale black cum.

Her phone beeped, the sign she had gotten a text. The reporter pulled it out.

Reversed gravity in your cunt. All the jizz should stay down by your womb.
Gonna jerk off again in a bit.
FILL YOU UP. BABYTIME, FUCK YEAH.
SORRY DONT KNOW HOW TO TURN OFF ALL CAPS.

Lois Lane sat down on the toilet. The cock had slid out of her, for now. But it would be back. It would always be back. This was her life now. As Angelica Blaze's personal cumbucket.

The reporter allowed herself a smile. Well, at least it kept the demon too busy for any supervillainy. Blaze was keeping to her word. There was something to be said about that.