Epilogue: Anniversary Gift

"Get dressed," Lois ordered. "We're going out. And put on your human seeming. We don't want to scare the straights."

Nervously, Angelica Blaze quickly took off her apron—she was wearing little else—and shook herself like a dog. Blood-red skin faded to a Mediterranean olive. Horns vanished, replaced by a broad brow. Flesh filled in her spare frame, though just enough to lend the demon a less anorexic appearance. Her cock did not shrink, but it was now no more than a normal human appearance, tucked in between her legs.

Few who had known the succubus in her old life as Queen of Hell would have recognized her now as she quickly dug through the few clothes that her mistress had bought for her. The demon's whole demeanor had changed, from the feral animal always gnawing the ends of her own plots, a creature of insatiable lusts, commanding and rebellious, and now...

Lois had not taken off her trenchcoat, tapping her heel impatiently, her eyes registering neither approval nor disapproval as Blaze slipped on a front-clasping bra, a see-through blouse, and a red satin choker...she was reaching for a pair of panties when Lois tutted.

"Not those. The crotchless."

Angie shivered, not in fear of being seen but in anticipation, as she slid the black panties up around her legs. Her cock and balls hung out, and her cunny and ass were bare, if she bent over. A black miniskirt and three-inch heels completed the ensemble.

Lois gave a smile of approval.

"Come on then."

"Where are we going, mistress?" Blaze asked.

The reporter smiled. "It's a surprise. Do you know what day it is?"

Blaze frowned...but she took her mistress's arm as they left the apartment.

It was the first time that the demonic dickgirl had left the reporter's apartment in three months. The succubus had marked each **** of the moan, each phase of Lois Lane's cycle, slurping her moon-blood hungrily, watching the pubic hair grow and then, as was one of her duties, shaving it again. Like a farmer lost in the cycle of their crops.

They went down the carpeted hallway, to the elevator. Down the elevator to the marble-tiled foyer. Then out the glass-fronted door...and they were in Metropolis at night. All those millions of souls stirring, sleeping, living, breathing. Bound as she had been in her mistress's apartment, the demon found herself almost overwhelmed by the multitude of impressions that assailed her senses, physical and mystical...and yet Lois was there, and her hand fell down so their fingers intertwined...and Blaze felt the calm pillar of strength radiating out from her.

"Mistress...people will see us," Blaze said, not wishing to let go.

"Let them see," Lois said. "I'm not afraid of who or what I am...or who I am with. Do you remember what today is, yet?"

Angie's brow crinkled. she could feel the tides of magic, the stars and planets in the sky, calculated month and day...there were battles that had been won and lost, the feasts of saints...but no birthdays, no holy days that Lois recognized. The reporter had asked the question lightly, but she guided them with the surety of one who knows exactly where they are going and why...and soon, the dickgirl felt her palm grow warm and clammy. Her thin clothes were no shelter against the chill of the night, not that she cared. Blaze had felt the cold of the abyss, and no earthly breeze would make her shiver...but then there were the people around them.

She could feel their gazes upon the two women, one dressed so skimply, like a whore. The clasping of hands proclaimed to all the world they were lovers...but how many of them could grasp, in truth, the bonds that now bound them together, invisible and yet seemingly inviolable? In all of her centuries on centuries of existence, Blaze had never before known the joys of serving...of pleasure mingled with pain...and what happened after, when Blaze rewarded her, and lay next to her, the two of them staring into each other's eyes, and the reporter's hand would brush a hair out of blaze's cheek, and mutter one word...

"Mine."

...and at moments like that, the demon would have given up all the pleasures of Heaven for her mistress to step on her cock with a spiked heel one more time. To feel those toes lift her tortured balls as if deciding if they were even worth the effort of crushing. Or when the ropes came out, to ie around Blaze's small breasts until they stood out an ugly purple...

"...oh," Angie said, as Lois led her into the tattoo & piercing parlor.

"It's our three-month anniversary," Lois said, after they had signed in. The woman artist was Asian, with piercings in each cheek like dimples, hair of six different colors cut raggedly around her head, and the sleeves torn off of her black t-shirt to show the full sleeves of coiling dragons that ran up from the wrists and disappeared onto her shoulders and breasts.

"Pull up your skirt," Lois ordered, and she used her dom voice, and Blaze knew this was for the artist's benefit as much as the demon's Lois complied. The artist whistled as she pulled on gloves, and took out sanitizing material.

"Nice size," the woman said, as she lifted the very human-looking penis with one hand, and wiped the head and skin all around with an **** pad. "Like, seriously, she should be in porn."

There was a tray table. Needles in their sterile wrappings. Bits of jewelry. Blaze held her breath, her heart pumping. In all of her centuries, no one had given her such a gift...

The artist looked up at Angie, the head of her cock like a massive strawberry in the woman's hand. "We're going to do a frenum piercing, okay? It's going to go through the skin on the underside of your dick, right near the head. It's going to hurt, and there's going to be blood. You're going to have to keep it clean until it heals, and not take out the ring until then. Absolutely no sexual activity with your dick until it's fully healed, okay? Otherwise you could get an infection, scarring..."

Lois still held her hand. The fingers squeezed, and blood rushed to the demon's face. her cock twitched in the artist's hand, growing hard.

"I understand," she said. "I'll do everything you say. I promise."

The artist looked somewhat queasy as she stared at the demon's erect prick...Lois smiled, knowing how strong the smell was. Blaze kept still as the woman held the cock behind the head in one hand. With two gloved fingers, she pinched at the sensitive underskin...and then with the other, she pressed the needle against the swollen cock.

The pain began as a sharp prick...and then it grew, the needle tearing deeper, moving under the skin, sliding through in a single practiced stab...and Blaze gasped as it came out the other side.

Then there came the ring...

It was old, and a shiver ran through the demon as she felt the magic in it. Once, it had been a man's heavy gold ring...with a pentacle prominent, each arm and in between engraved with mystic signs. Someone had fitted it with a modern hinge...and this portion the artist carefully and skillfully fed through the wound, until with a little snap, it was in place.

The artist held wads of cotton to either side of the demon's dick, as she disposed of the used needle. Then she pulled it away...there were two spots of blood...but Lois looked on approvingly. Blaze smiled, feeling strangely elated.

"You mind if I get a snap shot? For my portfolio."

"Of course not," Lois said. "Angie, model your cock for the nice woman."

Still smiling, Blaze did as she was told. She was never so glad to do as she was told. The ancient magic of the thing gripped her, sliding in and out and through her aura. She knew a binding when she felt it, but this was something different than before...older, more powerful. Dangerous, perhaps...but Lois stood there and smiled as the artist took pictures of Blaze's raging, pierced prick.

"You're going to love it," the artist said. "Frenum piercings really improve stimulation when having vaginal sex, and they're great mounting places for chastity devices, if you do that sort of thing."

"We might," Lois said, as Blaze struggled to get her miniskirt down over her raging erection, and finally unable to do anything to hide the massive bulge in her skirt. "But after it heals, my fiance and I are going to be trying for a baby. That's why I opted for a fertility charm."

Angelica Blaze smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. Her cock strained against her dress, the piercing aching terribly...and she thought of the weeks of slow haling ahead, as the fertility charm's magic would impede her natural healing factor...but it was worth it. Everything was worth it.

Somewhere, in another world, another Blaze gazed out at the what-might-have-beens...and as those pure white eyes pierced through the veil of worlds, they saw Lois and her cockslave walking hand-in-hand back to her apartment, and the terrible Queen of Hell muttered...

"What the fuck?"