End: Impregnation

Lois screamed as she reached her crescendo...and maybe Blaze was waiting for that moment. To feel her wife's cunt squeeze tight around her dick, to see the thighs tighten and quiver, the reporter's toes curl. To complete the terrible pact that they had made, and to give Lois L. Blaze the babies she had unconsciously desired for so long.

Black seed burst inside of Lois like an oil derrick striking crude. The reporter, her legs split apart and held aloft by Blaze, held onto her spouse's horns for dear life as the torrent of seed burst inside of her. For a moment, the human woman was speechless...utterly unable to speak...and then black sparks arced between the horns like a Jacob's ladder. Terrible dark energies flowed through the reporter's body, as though she was completing some terrible occult circuit...and though the cum continued to flow into her pussy, not a drop spilled out of her pussy.

The cunt clamped impossibly tight...and that was only the beginning. Deep inside herself, Lois could feel involuntary muscles moving in unfamiliar ways. Her whole body was taut, rigid cataleptic, but her consciousness was drawn inward, to a new and strangely awesome awareness of the inner workings of her own body. She could feel the hot black jizz that filled her entire tunnel...but more than that, she could feel the tight sphincter of her cervix. Clenched solid, immobile, impassible...

...until now.

A shiver ran through the reporter's entire body as she felt her cervix open. Just a little...a slight relaxation...but that was all that was needed. The pressure of the built-up cum was such that it shot inside her uterus like a dark burst of from a can of spraypaint, spackling the walls of her womb. Sharp pinpricks let her know that the eggs were being released...floating down the fallopian tubes...and the oncoming horde of tiny, wriggling, black sperm closed on them like a tide.

Lois was breathless. Foam dribbled past her lips. Her face was locked in a rictus grin. It was like she had been waiting her entire life for this moment...and then, with a sigh, the current stopped. Blaze let her arms droop, and Lois slid down onto her wife's cock to the base. The reporter was limp as putty, and lay utterly boneless against her wife's hot form.

"Oh...wow..." The reporter wondered how she could work that into an article...or maybe a story? She hadn't done much with fiction since college, but she was going to be spending a lot of time at home now. Maybe she could try a romance novel?

Angelica Blaze, for her part, curled her hands around the reporter's ass, squeezing the cheeks hard.

"So...we're married now," Lois said. She giggled. "And I'm pretty sure you just impregnated me. Have you thought about what you want to do?"

"You will do whatever I tell you to," Blaze rumbled. "I own you, Lois. You have given yourself freely into my hands, and I will use you as I see fit. For now, I suppose, I'll allow you to continue to work at the Daily Planet...but your real calling shall be as my broodmare."

Lois rolled her eyes.

"If you want me to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, I have to tell you I can't cook worth a damn."

"You don't need to cook," Blaze said. "But you will cook if I order it."

The reporter raised one hand to play with her wife's nipples. "Hmm. So if you want me to slip on a strap-on and fuck you in the ass, I'd have to do it?"

"Yes," Blaze told her wife, then paused to think about what she had just said. "Wait. You want to what?"

"It's not about what I want, lord and master," Lois brought her mouth down to the hard pink nipple and licked it. "But if you ever want that, I guess I'll have ****. Just like I'd have **** to clean your cock with my mouth after you take a piss...or to let you empty your balls into me if you have morning wood...or if you told me to blow the busboy at the restaurant...or make out with some hired whore while you jerked off to your pregnant wife eating pussy..."

The demonic dickgirl paused to consider that. "I might...require you to do some of those things. Is there anything else I might order you to do?"

Lois L. Blaze smiled. It had been a long night, and her life had changed in ways she had never imagined...but she still felt the possibilites that this marriage had to offer. Maybe it wouldn't be a marriage of love and equality like Lois had once hoped for with Superman, but that didn't mean that Lois couldn't get something out of it. She might have been powerless in a legal and economic sense, but she was far from stupid. Generations of women had worked under the same restraints as she faced now.

"Well, I do have one or two ideas...if my lord and master orders me to share them, then I guess I have **** but to comply..."