Epilogue: Blaze's Mistake

Pride was Blaze's greatest sin. Oh, she was a fan of all seven, as Lois Lane discovered after the demon had peremptorily moved into the reporter's apartment, stolen half of her clothes, and moved into her life like a cat claiming a cardboard box. There had been moments of rage, careless destruction, sheer blasphemy—they'd had a long talk when Lois had come home to find Blaze masturbating to pictures of the reporter's sister—and that was on top of all the usual bullshit that afflicts new couples, sharing a space for the first time. More than once, both of them had wanted to call it quits...and more than once, they had ended up, not resolving any of their issues, but humping furiously.

Which is how Blaze woke, tits-down on her side of the bed, to find her girlfriend lubing her tight cunny up with her tongue...and then, moving up, to where the pale skin of the pussy transitioned into the velvety smooth pink of the demon's taint, to the dark crimson pucker of her asshole...and without wasting any movement, the demon bit down on the pillow, preparing herself for the anal **** to come.

The tongue swirled around and around, acting as if it had all the time in the world to taste all the flavors that Blaze's asshole had to offer. At first, Blaze had been hesitant...and then, oddly, horribly enthusiastic. So engrossed with Lois's attention to her anus, the demon had allowed this to go on too long...and now...

Lois's tits rubbed against the demon's back, just like Blaze liked. Her warm lips kissed the pregnant succubus's shoulder, even as her hands spread the soft red ass. The familiar pressure as the rubbery head, achingly hard, pressed against her little hole—and Blaze squeezed down, offering just that little bit of resistance, telling herself that today was the day she was going to clamp tight, to say no, to take back control of her life—and then Lois would bite her shoulder, just a little, the teeth pressing down into the flesh and a shudder went down Blaze's spine, and her ass would loosen...

...sucking that cock right in.

It had taken a few weeks for Blaze to be aware of how her powers were slowly ebbing. She thought, perhaps, it was the baby draining her powers. Or some consequence of her inactive lifestyle. Yet it felt more and more like every time they fucked, a little more of Blaze's power escaped. Like all her long-hoarded demonic power was being slowly fucked away.

It had taken a few weeks longer for Blaze to admit what was happening, to herself. And to realize, even as she pregnancy test gave up its two blue lines, that she couldn't leave.

Lois Lane growled, pushing hard now. It was Saturday, no need to go into the office, and Blaze knew that her girlfriend was going to bugger her ass until it was raw and sore.

The hell of it was, Blaze wouldn't have it any other way.