Epilogue: More of Her To Love

In her dreams, Lois Lane felt herself being crushed to ****. A giant woman was squatting on her chest, the great hairy pussy threatening to envelop the reporter's entire head. Uselessly, the reporter flailed, hands sinking into the tight flesh. It was the weight, the pitiless, massive weight that threatened to squish her, the vast wet heat on her face, the raw scent of sex...and night after night she awoke gasping for air, flailing in the grip of sheets, her massive wife Angelica Blaze gasping in joy as she **** her wife in her sleep.

It wasn't that Lois Lane minded waking up to the feeling of a tight cunt wrapped around her cock. Most days, in fact, she woke up to Angie on top of her, the weight of her belly resting between them. At 32 weeks pregnant with quadruplets, the sight of that immense belly and the wobbling milky tits on top of them was like some primal fertility totem. If Lois hadn't already been hard, she was sure that just the sight of Angie's fecund belly and massive, veiny breasts would be stiffen her prick like an iron bar.

No, the problem was that as Blaze's pregnancy progressed, so did her sexual appetite...and the lack of sleep and constant drain on her resources was eating away at Lois. Trapped beneath her wife's pregnant bulk, she could only reach up and feel the taut fullness of that belly as Angie slowly wobbled on top of her, grinding her hips, pushing that cock in and out of the cunt that the demon couldn't even see anymore. Lois had long ago given up making any fuss about Angie using her cock whenever and however she wished...and she wished it very often indeed.

"Oh good, you're awake," Angie said. "Can we switch?"

"Babe, I gotta pee..."

"Just real quick. Hell, you can pee in me if you want. Won't hurt the babies any."

Lois winced, knowing Angie meant it. She swore that ever since getting pregnant, all that her beloved wife had done was learn new fetishes on the internet.

With a lurch, Lois sat up and helped Blaze down onto her side. It was the safest and most comfortable position with Angie as big as she was...and not all of that was baby belly. In the last few weeks, tubs of ice cream and buttered shrimp had added inches to the demon's waist and thighs...and while she still had plenty of muscle, they were no longer so well-defined, a soft, huggable layer smoothing out the whipcord-lean frame, giving Blaze curves she'd never had before. She was still beautiful...there was just more of her to love.

Shifting into a kneeling positions, Lois grabbed a handful of hip, and began to thrust harder and faster. She hadn't been lying when she said she had to pee, and that particular biological urgency was driving her on to try and make Blaze cum quick. Fortunately, the sex-hungry succubus had seen her sensitivity increase with her appetite. Reaching between those heavy thighs, Lois dug her hand between the quaking gams to find the stiff little clit, hoping to help Blaze rub one one. The first orgasm of the day wasn't always the best, but it put the pregnant demon in a good mood...and Lois had been through enough bad days to know she wanted to avoid one if at all possible.

The reporter panted, watching the little waves shiver through Angie's ass with each slap of her cock. On a bad day, Blaze was so horny she could scream...and did. Before Lois had started working from home, she would get incessant phone calls...then sexts...and then if Lois didn't make it home in time for a quickie, she'd find the pregnant demon humping every item in the house, making it with her pussy juices like a demented cat in heat. The reporter had found her one evening embedded on one of the bedposts, her cunt pink and raw, and unable to lift herself back up, crying and leaking milk out of her fat titties, begging for Lois to fuck her ass...

"Raaaaguh!" Blaze shuddered, eyes rolling, hands squeezing her immense tits to shower Lois with her warm breastmilk as the vise-like clamp squeezed and squirted. On Lois Lane's careful grading of orgasms, based on the way that Blaze went limp and panting, tongue hanging out of her mouth, babies kicking hard enough she could see the movement in the overstretched stomach, this was at least a six-pointer. Good enough to hold her until Lois could take a piss.

The reporter gave her a few more cooldown strokes before squeezing out her first load of the day. Angie purred happily, closing her eyes and licking the milk off her fingers as she felt the familiar sensation of the warm, sticky load in her gooey cunt. Lois could feel a bit of stubble down there...it was probably time for her to shave Blaze again...but they could do that after she peed.

The reporter pulled out, holding her dick up in one hand so that it wouldn't drip on the floor, looking at the bloated, pregnant nymphomaniac of a wife. A part of her wondered if Blaze's sex addiction was some side-effect of Lois owning her soul...if the reporter's own desires weren't subconsciously shaping Blaze's...that felt like the sort of thing they should really talk about.

In the bathroom, Lois sighed and sagged against the wall. She was definitely going to need the zinc supplements today. The dickgirl reporter could feel it.

"Honey?" Blaze's voice called out from the bedroom.

"Yes, love?" Lois called back, still pissing.

"Before breakfast, could I suck your dick? Pleeeease?"

Lois bit her lip. She could just picture the pitiful pout that Angie's face was making. It almost made her hard again right then and there.

"Of course, love," Lois said, after shaking off the last few drops and wiping the head.

Somewhere in Metropolis, Superman fought Brainiac. The Man of Steel's hands clamped around the villain's heads, and the eyes widened in concern as the reinforced braincase began to slowly buckle under the increasing pressure. Truth be told, Superman was glad there was someone for him to work out his frustrations on...if only to distract him from the sighs of Lois Lane as she fed her dick into her wife's waiting mouth. For all that Superman had learned to drown out the constant sounds of sex in Metropolis from his super-senses, somehow he always zeroed in on that one...and as Lois and Blaze had been fucking more and more, the Man of Steel had grown increasingly distracted.

It was enough to drive anyone mad.