End: A Contractually-Obligated Orgasm Per Encounter

It just popped into the reporter's mind. It was a ridiculous condition, she knew. You couldn't plan orgasms like that. Hell, n her entire adult life, Lois Lane could count on one hand the number of times a sexual encounter with another person had led to her climaxing—and that included right now.

"Hmm. A challenge. I like that," Angelica Blaze kissed Lois Lane's shoulder. "Very well. I'll have my lawyers draw something up. But in broad terms, you agree? No adultery, regular sex, no birth control, and a guarantee that you will always cum?"

"Ye-yeah," Lois said. It was weird to her how seriously Blaze was taking this. Like this kind of bargaining was utterly routine and deadly serious.

"As a pre-nuptial agreement, that does of course mean it carries with it a promise of nuptials," the dickgirl said. Her hands roamed down Lois Lane's body to the reporter's hips, and she began to pick up the reporter and slam her back down, bouncing Lois Lane up and down on her cock.

"Yes, I get it. Give me a solid pre-nup and I..." Lois hesitated, her heart jack-hammering, still somewhat amazed at what she was about to say. "...I'll marry you. For the baby's sake."

"Lots of babies, I hope," Ella Lane chimed in.

"Mother, could you not? I'm already getting fucking plowed because of—who the fuck is that?"

A woman came in. Short, mousy brown hair, no-nonsense black-framed glasses. Except her skin was an unnatural shade of pink, two tiny black horns sprouted from her forehead, the eyes were pure white with no iris or pupil, and Lois swore she saw the tip of a tail swaying beneath that overly modest ankle-length grey skirt.

"My lawyer," Angelica said.

"I have the contractual agreement with the terms you requested." The lawyer said, utterly unmoved by the naked woman bouncing up and down on Blaze's dick.

"How," Lois howled. "We just talked about them!"

"I am very efficient. I took the liberty of including the standard clauses—in the event of divorce, Miss Lane, you would be entitled to all of our assets prior to the marriage, plus a hefty settlement in the event of adultery, and would retain custody of any progeny."

The lawyer leaned forward to show Lois the document—which wasn't paper, but some kind of thin parchment, written in a very neat and elegant hand.

Lois leaned forward. "Could you stop bouncing me for a second? I need to read."

Obligingly, Angelica settled Lois Lane into her lap...and began to fuck her very slowly and gently, only an inch of cock-travel. The only sound was the was smacking noise of Ella Lane's lips on the dickgirl's balls. The reporter concentrated on the paperwork before her. It all seemed to be in order...

"...and if I commit adultery, then I lose any claim to Angelica's assets and custody. That's fair. What about the, um, carnal clauses?"

The lawyer turned the page. Lois found herself half-blushing as she saw the basic terms they had agreed to, translated into legalese. There was a bit of technical language about what constituted an orgasm, a sexual encounter, and adultery; and the section on birth control included not just the pill and condoms but some language on magical charms to prevent pregnancy and even abortion being not permitted.

"I took the liberty," the lawyer said. "Of adding a subclause making an exception in the case the mother's life was in danger. An ectopic pregnancy, for example, would not be possible to carry to term and quite dangerous to your health, with the embryo being non-viable in any case."

Lois nodded. Her mother's mouth had moved back up to her clit, and Lois Lane's brow wrinkled as she tried to concentrate on the words on the page as her body, in a completely unusual turn of events, apparently decided it was getting ready for a second orgasm. The reporter had never been multi-orgasmic before...not that she was complaining.

Neither was she sure if any of this would hold u in a court of law. But it looked very legal.

"So...we need to get this signed and witnessed, or...?"

The lawyer reached forward and uncapped something that looked like a pen. "I'm a notary public. Just press your thumb against here, and then place it on the bottom line. Blaze will do likewise."

There was a needle in the middle of the plastic tube the lawyer was holding...and Lois recognized it as similar to what diabetics used, to draw blood for testing. The reporter tried to still her misgivings as she pressed her thumb against it. There was a brief spot of pain, and when Lois pulled it away a bright dot of blood. The reporter quickly pressed her thumb against the parchment, leaving a bloody fingerprint.

"And here, for your copy," the lawyer said. Lois dabbed her thumb down again, and then the horned, pink-skinned woman repeated the whole process with Blaze before removing an official-looking seal and stamping both copies.

"I shall leave this here with you, then," the lawyer said, laying both copies of the contract down on the couch. "The terms will come into effect as soon as you are legally married. Licenses can be applied for at city hall and..." the mousy little face broke into a smile. "Congratulations. I wish you well together."

"Thank you," Lois said. She didn't know what else she had to say. It felt like she'd just signed away part of her soul.

She was getting married.

Paperwork done, Angelica Blaze resumed her more vigorous thrusting...and despite her misgivings, Lois found herself drawn into the fucking, planting her feet so that she could more easily raise and lower her body, letting her mother's tongue and her fiance's dick soothe her troubled mind—or, if not that, then just giving herself away to pleasure for a few minutes.

Blaze was huffing, panting, and grunting hard. Lois felt an added warm stickiness inside her pussy, but they didn't stop. She was getting closer, and wondered how many months gone she would be on her wedding day...walking down the aisle with a pregnant belly before her, everyone present knowing that Lois was knocked up, up the stick, a fucking...

"Cunt!" Lois shouted as her muscles tightened, so hard that Blaze grunted as if in pain. Perched atop that dick, Lois almost lost her balance, but Angelica's hands on her hips steadied her, and Lois rode out the orgasm, her toes curling, nipples so hard they ached. Her whole body awash with the sensation of honest exertion and.

"Oh."

The reporter opened her eyes at the sound of her mother's voice. Ella Lane was floating in the air, without any visible means of support. Her body was growing translucent, and a light seemed to be shining through it—the light—

"I guess you took pretty quick," her mother's smile was happy. Her hand reached down to brush Lois Lane's cheek, but it passed right through her. The naked woman was being drawn up into the light.

"Goodbye, Lois. I love you. I always loved you..."

In a moment, she was gone. Lois laid a hand on her stomach, knowing that somewhere within, an egg and sperm had joined together. Her mother was at peace.

"If it's a girl," Lois asked. "We should call her Ella."

"Ella Blaze," the dickgirl said, her hands settling on top of her fiance's, as if to feel the soul of the child-to-be within. "I like that."

The night was old, and full of secrets. Life was born, and souls ascended to their final reward. Lois Lane would have many chances to study the contract she had signed over the coming nights...as she planned for her matrimony, and waited to feel the changes that pregnancy would bring to her body. But that is a different story.