End: Lois Isn't Stabbing Anyone

It was an unusual party that gathered before the justice of the peace, in the wee hours of the night. Lois Lane and Blaze, in borrowed dresses; Isis in her full Egyptian regalia, a multicolored cape over her white tunic. Beside her, the towering black-and-gold clad figure of her husband, Black Adam.

"Witnesses?" the justice of the peace, an older woman in her bathrobe and slippers asked.

"Here," a voice said as Bruce Wayne stepped from the shadows. A moment later, something landed heavily in the yard outside...and then the door opened, and Clark Kent stepped through.

"This is irregular," the woman said as she went over the paperwork. "But since the bride-to-be is pregnant..." She passed forward a document. "Sign here."

Stone-faced, Clark Kent stared as Blaze rapidly signed on the line...and Lois paused.

"Just a minute," she said.

The crowd gave room as Lois Lane conferred with Clark Kent in the corner. If anyone there heard the urgent whispers, they gave no sign, respecting their privacy...and when she kissed his cheek, if anyone saw the tear fall from his eye, they choose not to see that too.

Lois signed the marriage license.

"Then by the powers vested in me by the city of Gotham, you Lois Lane and Angelica Blaze are hereby wed."

No claps, no applause.

Lois took Blaze's hand, and the couple turned to face Isis. The priestess of the goddess raised her arms.

"Oh gods, these two are joined together as man and wife; look on their union and give them their blessings. Isis, protect this womb. Hathor, guard the lives within her. Tefnut, may her milk flow..."

There were many gods and goddesses of ancient Egypt. The ceremony went on...and Lois Lane noticed, toward the end, a golden glow that shone through the white cloth of her borrowed dress, as her flat stomach began to glow...and something like peace and calm settled on the newlywed reporter. A sense that everything would be alright.

"...and last, I give my own gift." Isis stared the reporter in the eye. "The Dagger of Life is yours to bear, Lois Lane. Use it when and if you must."

The scarlet succubus swallowed hard...and the group exited the house of the justice of the peace, Lois with the marriage license in her purse.

"So...now what?" Blaze said.

Bruce Wayne coughed. "I've made a reservation for you at the Gotham Royal Hotel. The honeymoon suite. My limo will take you there. You can stay the weekend. After that..."

Lois smiled and squeezed his shoulder. Clark Kent pushed her glasses up his nose, and pressed something into the reporter's hand. The pregnant woman drew him into a hug...and she pulled Blaze toward the car.

"What did he give you?" The demon asked, curious, as they waved their goodbyes.

The reporter opened her hand to show a handful of flawless diamonds. They were still warm to the touch.

They rode in silence. Blaze fidgeted in her dress...but when Lois slipped her hand in hers, the demon settled down.

Through the grand old lobby. Up the elevator. All the way to the big bedroom, where Lois et down her purse, the marriage license, the dagger, the diamonds...and let her shoulders slump, as all the tension she had been holding in was finally let go.

Blaze came up behind her, rubbing her wife's shoulders. Obviously lost at what to do.

"Don't just stand there," Lois said, unable now to stop the tears falling down her face...and even she couldn['t tell if they were tears of sadness or happiness, or some of both. "Fuck me like you love me."

Lois leaned against a chair. The skirt was piled up on her back. The panties came down. Blaze, her decorum momentarily forgotten, pushed into her new bride with all the eagerness of a bridegroom on his marriage bed. She felt the hard, hot prick push into her, thinking of all the babies she would have...of how many countless times she would feel thick cock plug her cunt...and as the tears soaked into her dress, she sniffled a little, glad at what was to come, unable to tear her mind away from what might have been...if her night out had gone differently...

Then her wife's hot lips found her neck, and crimson claws tore the dress to expose Lois Lane's pale breasts, and for a little while the pregnant woman lost herself in the mindless dance of sex and lust, and fucked the pain away.