Epilogue: Week 16

"...don't get me wrong, the sex is great, it's fantastic—and Angie has been a huge help ever since she moved in, and she's found us a house big enough for us and the babies, and she's always there when I need help getting to a doctor's appointment, or a footrub, it's just..." Lois Lane sighed.

She knew that she shouldn't be putting this all on Clark, but she needed to talk with somebody about it, and he was the only one at the Daily Planet she trusted not to blab. So they'd gone up to the roof to have their coffee and talk.

"I feel like I don't know anything about her, you know? She never talks about her past, never references anything about where she came from, doesn't seem to have any friends or family..."

"Maybe that's for the best," Clark Kent said. He stirred his coffee with a small metal spoon, carefully avoiding the reporter's gaze—and right then and there, the reporter's journalistic instincts flared.

"You know something," the pregnant reporter declared. She rested her hand on her stomach—which, at sixteen weeks with triplets, was already requiring maternity tops.

Clark frowned, then shrugged his big shoulders. "I...got concerned, when you first showed up pregnant. Poked around a little. Turns out, Blaze and I have run into each other before."

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide. Her heart dropped. "You fucked her?"

Clark Kent was mid-sip, and he coughed, **** on the bean-juice. "No! God...no. It isn't...no, it was nothing like that."

"Smallville...please..."

He sighed. "It's...really her story to tell. I'll say this: she was a criminal. Supervillain, really. Foe of Superman. But..." He sipped his coffee again. "...I really think she's changed for the better. Turned over a new leaf. Gone straight. Left the old life behind her."

Lois Lane knew that she could probably have gotten more out of Kent, if she'd leaned into him harder. Smallville had always had a soft spot for her, and even though she was four months pregnant, she was pretty sure he wouldn't deny her anything if she asked. But what he'd given her was enough.

Superman foes. Blaze.

It didn't take the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter to work out the rest. Trawls through the archives, a few well-placed phonecalls. Zatanna promised to get back to her later that night, and when she did the gravid reporter was deluged with rites of summoning, binding, exorcism...fragments of old grimoires, numbers for a wizard named Shazam and a London occultist named John Constantine, bits and pieces of old infernal dictionaries talking about the Lady Blaze and her brother, Lord Satanus...

Lois didn't get home until late that night. Her mind was clouded with a catalogue of sins. Trying to picture her Angie poisoning people and turning them into half-demons, fighting Superman and the Marvel Family, seducing nuns and emasculating men, plotting to take over Hell...and sometimes succeeding.

She opened the door to the sight of Angie's ass; the dickgirl was naked except for an apron, drinking a beer and making stir-fry.

"Babe!" her lover said as she turned, abandoning the food to go embrace her. "You're home so late! I was worried sick!"

The pregnant reporter was stiff as Angie hugged her. She smelled like beer and ginger and sesame oil, and for a moment Lois wanted to forget everything she had learned today.

"Sweetmeat?" Angie pulled back and looked Lois in the eye. "What's wrong?"

"Angie..." Lois swallowed. "Blaze. Are you a demon?"

The dickgirl froze...her jaw worked, as she chewed the inside of her cheeks. Something Lois had only seen her do when she was seriously thinking. Then her lover swallowed hard and said, in a quiet voice:

"Yes."

The oil in the pan began to smoke. Angie turned and quickly turned it off the heat, dumping the mass of rice, chopped vegetables, bits of meat onto two plates; the bigger of them was for Lois, who was eating for four after all. She carried it over to the kitchen table.

"Sit. Eat. Ask." The dickgirl was fidgety, shoulders slumped, walking on the balls of her feat. Lois shucked her coat and sat. Her belly was just big enough that she had to lean over the table to get at her food...and she was surprised at how hungry she was. They ate in silence for a while, and when Lois finished her plate, Angie quietly took it away and put her own in front of the pregnant woman. The dickgirl had barely touched her food.

When Lois was finally done, she leaned back, hands rubbing her bloated belly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"At first...when I saw you at the club...I recognized you right away. I thought of it as an opportunity. A chance for ****, maybe, or a new plot against Superman. Then we...and you were so..." Blaze reached back to retrieve her beer, and emptied the bottle. "I didn't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you."

Lois nodded her head. "You did terrible things. I asked around."

"Yes, I did. But I haven't...I stopped that now. I walked away from it."

"Even your brother?"

Blaze winced. "Satanus. He...I don't think he'd understand. We haven't talked lately."

"So you're...reformed? Out of the life?"

Angie smiled and shook her head. "It's not like being in the Mafia, or a gang. I didn't escape from prison or Arkham Asylum or something. It's...who I was. But it isn't who I want to be. You deserve better. The kids deserve better. They can't have Mom Two out trying to conquer hell or ripping the heart out of a superhero. What kind of life would that be?"

Lois reached out and grabbed the dickgirl's hand. Angie's fingers closed on hers like a drowning woman to a lifeline.

"Show me what you really look like," the reporter said quietly.

A page turned. That was how it appeared to Lois. Reality just peeled back, and where Angie had sat now there was a red woman, naked except for the "May I Suggest The Sausage" cooking apron. The skin was the bright red of fresh blood on parchment, and patches of the skin looked smooth and leathery, drawn tight over muscle and bone; like a human built on the scale of a greyhound. The dark curly hair was the same, but dark horns curled up from the broad brow. The nails on the hand Lois were holding were longer, sharper, and the hand itself was hot to the touch, like a fresh cup of coffee. The demon lifted her face up from the table and turned to her love...

The eyes were pure white, and sunken in dark pits, so that they seemed to glow. No pupil or iris, just a pure white, yet Lois could feel those eyes looking at and through her. The **** of that gaze was such that it felt like Blaze could trace the shape of her skull, the flow of blood in her face.

"Stand up," Lois said. "Take off the apron."

The demonic dickgirl raised one eyebrow, just like Angie did...only now there was a horn in the way, so Lois could finally see why it never quite arched properly. The scarlet succubus scooted the chair back, stood, unknotted the apron-strings and lifted it off carefully so that it didn't get caught in her horns.

The breasts were the same; except now they were as red and taut as ripe tomatoes, and the nipples were puffy and pink as unripe strawberries, the color shading carefully, the skin translucent enough that Lois could see dark veins beneath the surface. The cock between the legs...now it was the reporter's turn to raise an eyebrow. It was thicker around the middle, flaring out noticeable from the base and tapering toward the tip. The rubbery glans bore soft, conical spikes like the head of a dinosaur, and smaller soft spines continued down the length in a series of parallel ridges.

Lois reached over and lifted the limp dick. The purple head was deeply split by a large Y-shaped urethra...and as she held it, the three flanges opened, revealing a dark purple tunnel big enough to easily accommodate the reporter's index finger.

"Sorry. It...does that sometimes," Blaze said.

The pregnant reporter refrained judgment. She lifted the still-limp cock up until it almost touched the hard abs on the demon's stomach...and her other hand came forward to heft the heavy scrotum that dangled underneath.

"Three...four..." Lois counted under her breath. "How many testicles do you have?"

"Six," Blaze said.

"If the boys take after you, we're going to have a hell of a time when they hit puberty," the reporter said. Still holding onto the demon's dick, she got up from the table.

"Yes, I remember when..." Blaze blinked. "We? You're not going to leave me?"

"I'm still upset with you," Lois said, gently leading her demon lover toward the bedroom. "I'm sixteen weeks pregnant with triplets, horny as hell, and you've been hiding that monster cock from me."

"That's not what I meant," Angie said gently...and it was Angie's voice, despite her change in outward appearance, with the soft, strange accent and all.

Lois pushed the unresisting demon onto the bed. The cock was already stirring to hardness. The pregnant reporter felt something stir in her, just looking at it. She pulled off her maternity shirt, letting her growing stomach show.

"I love you. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide part of yourself from me," the reporter said as she wiggled out of her pants. Fuckers were getting tighter every day. "But you're not getting rid of me that easily."

Panties came down. Bra came off. Lois clambered onto the bed, and she hated the way it creaked with her added weight, but loved the feel of that strangle soft demonic dick as it slid over her belly. Loved it more when she pressed the head against her pussy. The little flanges of the cockhead opened, spreading her labia, and Lois sank back on it. The little soft spikes began to quiver inside of her.

"Oooh," Lois pressed her palms against Blaze's breasts and gently pushed down. Even wet as she was, it was a tight fit...and she loved that.

"I love you," Angie said.

"You damn well better," Lois said, sinking deeper on the demonic dick. "Because I'm not letting you go."

There were no more words for a while. None were needed. Words in the heart need not be spoken. They shared their love through kisses, wet squelching slaps of flesh on flesh, the shiver of flanks and the spurt of hot black jism into sticky depths already fully occupied...and if there was more to say, after all that, the two of them knew that they had all their lives together to say it.