End: Lois Lane Wants To Show The World Her Love For Blaze

"As you wish, sweetmeat," Blaze said.

There was a clap of thunder.

The Metropolis Stadium could hold fifty thousand. Tonight, the stands were packed.

Lois found herself atop the demon's dick, on the altar, as a hundred thousand eyes stared down at her. So many that the pregnant reporter couldn't actually see individual faces. Couldn't see her own face on the gigantic screen...the cameras tracing down over her naked breasts, the hard swollen nipples. Wedding dress like lingerie accentuated her nakedness, but there was nothing to hide the great crimson cock that stretched her pussy to its limit...or the ring that now clicked her clitoral hood. The demon held Lois' legs up by the knees, her mouth licked at the delicate neck. The bride leaned back, one arm reached back to grab her spouse's horn, as her left hand, resplendent with its wedding ring, rubbed at her engorged clit, played with the ring...and thrilled at the thought of all those people watching her.

More people than she imagined.

Every channel on every television around the world now broadcast their wedding stream. Years from now, when people went to rewatch their own wedding, or the birth of their child, or their video will, they would see Lois Lane Blaze bouncing on her spouses' cock, moaning in pleasure to put the most vocal porn actress to shame. Young men and women on their eighteenth birthdays had their first sexual experiences, eyes locked on their phone as they stroked their cocks and rubbed their pussies. Old men gasped their last, spurting white dribbles from stiff pricks as they clutched at their chest. Couples watching it together conceived their own children. Religious fanatics put out their eyes. The Pope fainted.

The signal traveled out into the depths of space at the speed of light. Hundreds of years from this moment, on distant stars, the signals would be hailed as evidence for intelligent life on other worlds...and be perplexed at the images of cosmic copulation that flashed across their screens, starting the religion of strange gods, or the performance of some primitive and carnal fertility rite.

When they shifted to Lois on her knees on the altar, the swollen scarlet testicles slamming into her from behind as they made the two-backed beast, three billion people around the world cheered. When a scarlet hand slapped the reporter's flank, the crowd in the stadium began a standing wave. Minutes stretched on and on...and when Lois was pinned with her back against the altar her legs in the air, and Blaze threw back her head and roared as a pint of oily black cum exploded into the reporter's cunt, the cheer could be felt on the Richter scale.

The moment, like all moments, passed. Even the powers of Blaze have their infernal limit. Fifty thousand people found themselves in a stadium with no idea how they had got there. Billions of people around the world were left staring at screens as their normal programming resumed. Lois lay in a puddle of demonic jizz, fucked almost into unconsciousness.

"W-wow," she croaked.

"You know, sweetmeat," Blaze said, one crimson claw playing with one of Lois' stiff little nipples. "I think you get off on being watched."

Lois Lane Blaze gave a weak smile. She wasn't sure how she had come to this point...her sin on display for everyone to see...but basking in the afterglow of the greatest fuck that any woman had every experienced, with new life growing in her belly, Lois couldn't say she would have done anything different on her night out.