End: Lois Can't Choose Between Them

"I...I don't..." Lois Lane looked between Superman and Blaze. It should have been an easy choice. She'd pursued Superman for what felt like decades, she knew he was good, honest, true...his offer to marry her was a dream come true...but Blaze...Blaze had fucked her...impregnated her...swept her off her feet...Lois could squeeze her pussy and still feel that hot demonic jizz ooze out between her sore lips and run down her leg...

"I don't know what to do!" She cried and sank down to her knees.

Superman and Blaze shared a glance.

"Take your time, Lois," Superman said. "There's no rush."

"Well, I mean, the pregnancy should last forty weeks, give or take a few since it's multiples," Blaze said. "Assuming you care about the kids being legitimate."

Superman stuck out his jaw. "Don't make me punch you. This whole situation is your fault."

Blaze bared her teeth. "You're damn right. It was my thick, demonic dick that had the honor of knocking her up! Maybe if you really loved her, your pecker would have done the pecking!"

Color bloomed on Superman's cheeks...and in the icy blue depths of his eyes, a red glow began.

"Please!" Lois said. "Don't fight, I just...God, this is just so much to take in! It's not just about me, there's the babies to think of, and....I God, I just..."

She began to sniffle. The glow died in Superman's eyes.

Tears ran down her cheeks as the pregnant reporter looked up her her suitors.

"Why do I have to choose between you?" She whispered.

"Good point," Blaze said, and snapped her fingers.

Lois Lane and Superman stayed where they were, frozen in place like statues.

The demon stretched out her hands. The little bit of time she had stolen would last mere moments, and there was much to do.

Vapors of Lethe, this pair entwine,

So that two painful hearts you may cure,

Make the last ten minutes as if they never were.

This woman's heart and cunt are mine!

Mist erupted from the ground to shroud the figures...and as Blaze wove the warp and weft of the spell, she surgically excised the memories of human and Kryptonian. Her power strained as the forces of the universe nibbled at her bubble of anti-time...and she exerted more power to hold it, until the Lethean vapors had done their work...until at last, the mists receded.

With a relief, the demon flickd her wrist...and the form of the Man of Steel was snet, with a clap of displaced air, back to where he had been the moment before he had interrupted them.

Then the demon lowered her arms and let the tension drain from her. Almost immediately, the moment of timelessness collapsed...and Blaze, somewhat drianed from her exertions, rocked awkwardly at her heels. At her feet, her pregnant bride-to-be was wiping at tears.

"B-Blaze?" Lois sniffled. "Why am I...crying?"

The demon sank down near her wife. Gathered Lois Lane's face between her crimson hands and kissed her tears away.

"I'm told many brides cry before their wedding...out of happiness, I hope," she said. "Are you happy, sweetmeat? Happy to marry me?"

Lois sniffed again, a look of confusion on her face.

"I...yes..."

"Then let's not delay a moment longer," Blaze said. "Because I seriously cannot wait to plunge my cock into my lawfully-wedded wife's cunt..."

As the wedding went forward, sans Superman's sudden interruption, Blaze reflected on her little deception. In truth, she had hoped to win her bride free and clear...but...also in truth, she was a demon, born of Hell, and not bound by the silly morals of mortals. What mattered was that she and Lois would be very happy...

...and Superman can go fuck himself if he thinks he can stand between me and this fantastic piece of ass, Blaze thought to herself, as Lois Lane's night out came to an end to the tune of an infernal wedding march.