End: "You Will Be My Queen!"

Blaze's mouth found the hollow of the reporter's neck, her tongue pressing down and licking at the sweat pooled there like a cat. The cock inside of the reporter seemed to stiffen, and Lois couldn't bring herself to resist as it began to move inside of her once again. The demonic dickgirl's rolled her over onto her stomach, those great red hands slid between the reporter's breasts and the mattress...and Lois felt a shiver run through her as the demon's weight settled on top of her, the great crimson cock buried deep inside.

Her face pressed into a pillow, Lois didn't even try to fight. It was like she was being crushed into the bed, and a part of her wished she was crushed—but another part of her knew that **** would be no escape. Not from what awaited her now.

"I own you now, my love," Blaze whispered. "Now, and for all time. The prize I shall guard most jealously. I will dress you in silk and you shall never want for luxury...and I will take my pleasure of you whenever I wish, to show the world who you belong to."

Her cock pushed forward...so far that Lois nearly cried out, on the edge of pain. For a moment she thought something would burst inside of her, that Blaze's cock would pierce right through the back of her already hard-fucked cunt and push deep inside her squirming guts, to ejaculate black seed onto her heart. Lois had a terrible mental image of the black seed swimming through her veins, eager to impregnate every part of her...

Then Blaze withdrew. The weight eased off of Lois and the bed groaned. The hands slid from her breasts...and slowly turned her around.

Lois looked up at her mistress. The cock slapped down on her belly, a warm python so thick and long now that the reporter wondered how she had ever managed to take it up her aching pussy. A part of her wondered if it would grow, creep up between the valley of her breasts, and coil around her neck...but Blaze had other hands.

She held a ring between thumb and forefinger. Two serpents, gold and black, coiled about each other. Their fanged mouths met at a sizable diamond. Yet that was not what caught the reporter's attention.

It was the little barbed spikes set on the inner surface of the ring.

Blaze raised the reporter's left hand. Some last instinct of self-preservation, some final flame of rebellion in Lois tried to withdraw her arm, but it was pointless. She closed her hand into a fist...and then felt a lurch in her stomach. Her womb throbbed, her heart grew cold and still, and Lois could not breathe. Darkness began to close in on her vision...and her hand went limp.

Light and life returned to Lois...and the ring slid onto her wedding finger. Twelve points of pain ran through the appendage as the spikes pierced her skin.

"By this ring," Blaze said. "I thee wed. And worry not about the 'old ball and chain,'" the demon leaned over Lois until her horns rested on the reporter's forehead, and she stared deep into those eyes. "Your chains shall ever be of gold, and studded with emeralds and rubies. Your beauty shall never dim with age for behold, I bind thy life with mine, and share with you my immortality. We will be together until the end of the world..."

The demon pressed her lips against Lois Lane's own...and after a moment, Lois realized that there was something in the way Blaze spoke, in her actions, that was more than calculated cruelty. Almost beside herself, Lois found herself returning the kiss. Not with the same passion, but with all there was inside of her that answered to whatever there was inside of Blaze. All those parts of her that had loved the sensation of that fat cock threatening to split her cunt, of pressing deeper inside that anyone else, of employing all her wiles and powers to ensnare Lois. What women has not, in her heart of hearts, wished to be pursued, at least a little? Even though her finger stung, she could feel the weight of the ring...and their tongues slid together, one hot breath shared between them, tasting and probing their mouths as though neither would hold any secrets from the other.

Sometime later, they came up for air. Lois looked at Blaze for the first time. Despite her great age, her terrible inner darkness, to the reporter's trained gaze she suddenly seemed very...young.

"You were lonely, weren't you?" She asked.

"Not anymore," Blaze said. Then she bit her lower lip, in a smile that almost made the reporter's heart melt. It a look of mingled triumph and joy, as though she didn't know she was allowed to be happy.

The cock was lined back up at the entrance to Lois Lane's pussy.

"I don't think I can impregnate you again, since you're already pregnant," the demon said. "But that doesn't mean we can't try."

Lois Lane couldn't say no. On reflection, she wasn't even sure she wanted to. her thoughts were already past this night, which was at an end. She was thinking on her honeymoon, of what Clark Kent and the rest of the office would say when she told them she was married and pregnant. What Superman's response would be, out on that icy plain before his fortress, her screams of pleasure echoing out across the solitude...