A Honeymoon To Piss Off Superman

"Antarctica!" the demon breathed into the reporter's ear as she snuggled with the reporter on the bed. Lois felt oddly numb, emotionally. Like she couldn't realize that she'd actually lost. Physically, of course, she could feel the cock still embedded in her sore, leaking pussy. Her insides ached, the battering ram of Blaze's prick having battered her pussy deeper and harder than Lois had ever experienced before. She could feel the jizz leaking out around the stiff shaft, seeping down her thigh to form a wetspot on the bed. Normally, Lois would be eager to get the sheets off before the stain set, but...

"Wait, wasn't I the one with the cock? Didn't I knock you up?" Lois said, her breath fogging the air.

"Sweetie, I own your soul. You think I'm going to carry the baby when I can make you do it?" The demon gave Lois a playful kiss. "No, things are back to how they should be: you pregnant, and me fucking you. Now, I'll barbecue a couple penguins and we'll camp out on the ice sheet right in front of that stupid Fortress of Solitude. Wait for the wind to die down and I'll fuck you right in front of that giant key...have you seen the size of that thing? Limp dick Kryptonian has to be compensating for something..."

Lois nodded dumbly. Blaze's body was warm and...suprisingly comfortable. The reporter found herself relaxing against that hard body. The only soft parts were the demon's small breasts, pressed into her back. They were nice. She was surprised about that. Was it a result of Blaze having her soul or...would she have felt this way normally? Lois didn't know. Her line of thought was interrupted when Blaze shifted her arm to grip the reporter's right breast.

"Maybe we should wait a few months...let your milk come in. I want him to see me suck the milk from your big fat, lactating titties. Yes...keep up with your old life, go to work, and eventually you'll be too big to deny your pregnancy...then we'll show him. My bride of darkness..."

"You're going to marry me?" Lois Lane's voice was small, oddly distant. She wasn't sure where the question had come from. Just part of her mind still working through everything that Blaze was saying.

****. Sex. Is that all I am to Blaze? Is that my whole life now?