End: Capture Us On Film

Blaze's smile grew a fraction wider. "Dirty girl."

Her hands squeezed Lois Lane's ass...and black sparks flashed from her eyes.

The light in the room grew brighter...until Lois had to squint against the burning whiteness. Eyes closed, the pregnant reporter felt Blaze lift her off the altar, turning around pushing and pulling, twisting her wife around on her hard cock. Lois caught the idea and shifted.

She was on top now, riding Blaze, facing the audience, cunt still firmly impaled on Blaze's dick. Carefully she opened her eyes...

There were demons holding the lights, bright white stage lights that hid no detail. Three scaly humanoids pointed cameras at her. The yellow bulk of Etrigan was sitting in a director's chair, holding a clapboard.

Off to the side, Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Lane were holding up smartphones, streaming the whole thing.

"Kent, I feel an exclusive," Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet muttered loudly, face red. "I want a thousand words on this. 'Lois Lane's Honeymoon From Hell.'"

"Right chief," Clark Kent said, inaudibly.

"Action!" Etrigan roared.

And Blaze grabbed Lois arms and pulled her down hard on her dick.

They fucked roughly, eagerly, panting and moaning. It was different with an audience, Lois knew now. She imagined how many hundreds, thousands of people could see her modest tits flopping, her pussy stretching as the crimson cock slid in and out of her well-fucked cunt. The very thought of it was making her excited, causing her to buck faster, harder, thrusting her belly out, wishing they could see that she was pregnant, knocked up by her demon wife...

They will, she grinned, panting, ass slamming down against her wife's hard abdomen. We'll film the whole thing, week by week. Bigger and bigger...

It was a fantasy, of course. Lois knew that. Any time now she might feel the weight of her guilt crash down on her. It was always like that, when she was in the middle of a sexual frenzy. In the moment, she would say anything, do anything, no kink too ****...if any of her boyfriends had known what a slut Lois was when she needed to cum, she might have ended up pregnant sooner. But with all these demons here...all this magic...Lois was living a fantasy.

"Blaze..." Lois gasped, holding onto her wife's arms to keep steady. "Cum in me. I want them to see it. I want them to know."

"As you wish."

Something struck Lois, low in the stomach. It hurt, hard enough to make her howl...and she realized the Blaze had pushed deep, deep enough inside of her that the head of her swollen scarlet shaft was distending the pregnant reporter's abdomen, just a little, but visible for the camera...and Blaze came.

She came like that first time, that seminal eruption, that endless terrible release that Lois knew had been the start of her downfall. The warm deluge of splooge filled her belly as Blaze fucked her cum inside of her, and Lois shivered and shook, staring out at the cameras, at her family and friends as she felt the dark black cum begin to drip out of her cunt.

Lois Lane collapsed against her wife, and watched as the cameras zoomed in on that gooey ruin that had been her more private place, now open and gaping for public consumption. The pregnant reporter laid against her wife, feeling the squish of Blaze's tits against her shoulder blades, and her arms were free...

So she spread her legs wide, reached down, and spread her lips. Thick black jizz dribbled down out of her corrupted cunt, leaking onto the cock that had impregnated her. Lois panted, flushed, strangely proud of herself as every eye was focused on something that none of them had thought to ever see.

A flash went off. Jimmy's smartphone, capturing the image for all time.

"Cover of the DVD," Blaze murmured.

"Cut!" Etrigan roared, smiling.

And Lois laughed, long and loud, laying in the arms of her wife. It had been a long, wild night...the first of many, she didn't doubt...and whatever was to come, she vowed to never regret a moment of it.