End: Lois Lane Gets Blaze's Name

Papers were placed on the table. Immediately, Lois Lane became lost in a host of legalese. Certain protections in case of divorce. Division of common property. Custody of any children. Assurances of allowances for various needs. Standards of care. Each individual concession was paltry, a mere softening of the hard edges of the terms Lois had already agreed to. She still knew she would get fucked. Knocked up. That she was selling herself body and soul to Angelica Blaze.

The very thought made her shiver, and at that moment Lois Lane couldn't tell if it was excitement or fear that made her cringe there as Blaze went over each and every form with a critical eye, lips pursed as she read and calculated.

"That's all?" the dickgirl said at last, as she stared at the Black man. "You know none of this stops me, don't you, little hero? She will still be mine. All of her. By your own laws."

Augustus Freeman gave a thin-lipped smile of his own. "I question your language. We do not practice slavery anymore. Yes, Miss Lane has signed...will sign away...certain rights. That is her choice. I do not approve of such a lifestyle, but as her legal representative I can at least make her marriage as...comfortable...as it may be."

"And if I fight these concessions?" Blaze said.

His smile froze into a hard glare. "Then our negotiations might grow protracted. Past dawn, certainly."

Blaze sneered. She went through the forms again. And finally, at the end, there was a line where they both were to sign.

The lawyer laid a hand on Lois' shoulder. "Go ahead."

It took a vast amount of trust, for Lois Lane to pick up that pen and sign her name. Her own name, the one she had been born with. Blaze plucked the pen out of nerveless fingers and wrote her own name in a heavy flowing hand on the line beside it. The notary public leaned over and stamped it.

All official.

"And now," Blaze said...and time seemed to swirl.

Lois Lane stood before the altar of the small chapel. The cross hung upside down. The white dress hugged her stomach, displayed far too much cleavage. It was almost lewd in how it hugged her hips, so narrow that her knees were pressed together and she could only move at a slow waddle.

Something I should get used to, the reporter thought sadly. This is going to be my life now. Knocked up broodmare to a demonic dickgirl...

The priest, or so Lois took him, spoke the words of the rite. Lois couldn't even understand the words he spoke, which weren't English, but she knew the meaning. When the time came, she raised her left hand. Blaze' in a dark suit that seemed to drink in the light, slid a ring of black gold onto her bride's finger, and it cinched tight as though it would never let go.

Lois Lane's heart hammered in her breast as Blaze lifted the veil. Dimly, she was aware that the lawyer was still here, where her bridesmaid should have been. Blaze's hands gripped her jaw, and Lois Lane's mouth parted. Their lips met. The slim pink tongue that slid into the reporter's mouth was like the head of some great word, and the reporter shivered violently as something passed into her...wriggled and squirmed and slid down her mouth.

Too late, Blaze tried to pull away, but Lois Lane caught her hand. A sudden inhuman strength filled the reporter, and to her amazement the demonic dickgirl could not break her grip. Strange confidence grew in Lois...and awareness. Every sense seemed sharper, ever shadow burst with color. She looked into Blaze's eyes, and saw something there which had not been there before. The pure white eyes contracted...shrank...and pinpoints of darkness grew and swam into view. Grew and opened wide.

Violet irises. Dark pupils. Just like Lois Lane's.

No, Lois realized as she let Blaze tear her face away, suddenly understanding. Lois Blaze!

It had been buried in the prenuptial agreement. Lois Lane would take her spouse's name, and Blaze would take hers. Only a demon's name, it's true name, was its power...and its true self.

Angelica Lane, fell to one knee. She stared at her hands as the red skin flaked off like old paint, to reveal the Mediterranean olive complexion beneath. Dumbfounded and diminished, the dickgirl stared at herself, unable to understand what was going on.

"What...what has..." Angie said, her voice suddenly higher-pitched. Lois reached down and grabbed her spouse's waist and lifted her up, over the shoulder.

"You agreed to take my name, and I agreed to take yours. So you got my property," Lois said. "And I got your power. Share and share alike."

The reporter gave a wink to her lawyer. The Black man nodded gravely.

"The other documents and occult pact are still in ****, I'm afraid," he said. "You'll need to have sex with her immediately to conceive a child. If, that is, Mrs. Lane is still up to the task."

"Oh, I have a feeling she is very fertile," Lois said with a grin, and reached down to grab the crotch of her dress, which bulged obscenely. "After all, weak as she is, I don't see Angie being much of a breadwinner. Maybe a housewife, to take care of the kids."

"Help!" Angie Lane said as she held out her hands. Lois strode away, the white wedding dress split down the length of her legs. "She'll fuck me to ****! I can't...I..."

Augustus Freeman, also known as Icon, watched Lois carry the former demon away. In truth, he didn't know if this was the most moral course of action. The former Blaze still had claim to Lois's property, but was otherwise powerless. The two would have to renegotiate...or annul the agreements...or simply learn to work together.

He waited until an ear-piercing shriek came from an upstairs room. As though someone who hadn't been a virgin for untold centuries suddenly learned what it was like once again. Bowed his head as the muffled screams and threats turned into panted oaths...and then a kind of inhuman mewling...and finally cries of passion better suited for a porn studio.

Then, and only then, did he take his leave. Saw that the sun threatened to rise...and wondered, as the night came to the end, whether anyone in the world was prepared for the consequences of Lois Lane's night out.