Be My Queen

Lois was taken aback. Of all the things that she had expected Blaze to ask of her...and all the things that the reporter realized she was willing to do, to keep feeling like this...the last thing she had expected was a proposal.

Yet Blaze raised her hand from the human woman's ass. The crimson fingers made a curious gesture, as if picking a pocket in mid-air—and then there was a ring of pure gold set with a single large black pearl.

"Know this," the demon said. "To take my ring is no little thing. I have never offered this to another. You will be more than my wife...you will be a Bride of Hell, bound to love, honor, and obey me, and not even **** will break out bond."

The demon smiled, showing pointed fangs. "Some would say slaves are freer than in such bondage."

Time did not slow down. Music did not rise. Lois stared at the ring in the demon's hand, felt the cock inside of her pussy, thought of the life that could even now be growing inside her womb. This was real, all real, she realized. Not an illusion, not a dream. Her whole life turned upside down in the course of a single night.

Have I gone too far to go back? She wondered, pussy instinctively squeezing that crimson cock, which felt stiff as dry bone. If I said no...if I left...if I took a morning-after pill...could I still go back into work, look at all my friends, go back to my old life and hold out hoping that one day Superman might come down, sweep me up in his arms, and fuck me even half as good as this?

In her heart, Lois knew the answer.

"I do," the reporter said, reaching out to take the ring. "But it works both ways. You better keep your promise."

Blaze grinned. "Always."