End: Lois Stops The Fight

The reporter reached out and stuck her palm in Lady Shazam's face.

"You need to chill!" Lois Lane said. Then she turned to her lover. "And you need to answer me! Why are you so hard?"

Blaze met the reporter's violet eyes...they stared for a full three seconds before the scarlet succubus blinked.

"I...like it when someone watches. It gets me hot," the demon said, somewhat sheepishly.

Lois pursed her lips...and then carefully pulled herself off of Blaze's dick.

"Well you stay hard, because I'm not done fucking you just yet!" The naked reporter warned. She turned back to Lady Shazam. The heroine's face was flushed beet red, and she very careful not to lower her eyes below the line of Lois Lane's chin.

"Now Mary," Lois said. "While I appreciate you have history with Blaze, I want you to understand that this is a consensual sexual relationship, and that the marriage is predicated on a complex series of binding magical agreements. So we have to get married...and while I appreciate your concerns, I know what I'm doing."

Mary's mouth opened, closed, and opened again. "But...she's the spawn of hell!"

"I can change her," Lois said confidently.

The perfect brow furrowed. "Miss Lane...Lois...you really can't. She's figuratively a female Satan. Near-cosmic power. Absolutely evil."

"I'll flatten her dick every day," Lois said. "She can't get up to that much evil when she's pumping me full of babies."

"Technically true," Blaze said from behind her fiance.

Mary raised her fingers to her forehead and rubbed.

"Lois, sex isn't the answer to everything! She'll corrupt you, if she hasn't already. Your babies will be hellspawn...monsters. She could just turn you into her sex ****...her breeding cow...a vessel of black magic, your vagina a gateway to hell itself! What guarantee do you have that the moment you're married she isn't just going to tie you up and wipe her penis on you every day!?"

The reporter considered this. She could feel hot jizz drip out of her cunny. She turned back to eye Blaze critically.

"You're right," Lois said. "Which is why I need your help."

Lady Shazam sighed with relief. She had finally gotten through to Lois.

"You have the wisdom of Solomon, right?" Lois said. "Then write me up the most binding, ironclad prenuptial agreement in history!"

Which is how, a little while later, the three were seated around the table once again. Another chair had been conjured, and Mary Marvel was burning letters into nigh-indestructible parchments with a white burst of lighting from her fingertip. Lois Lane, who still had yet to put on clothes, sat beside her fiance and stroked her dick.

"Do you have to do that?" Mary said, a hint of agitation and fluster in her voice.

"I'm not ashamed of my body," Lois said, with more confidence than she felt. "And I intend to celebrate after we seal the deal."

"Right," the heroine said as she shook her head. "So we're agreed: no soul reaping, no supervillainy, to do your best to abide by mortal laws of the legal district that you're in, but otherwise you retain all your powers and privileges, and the Marvel Family will not **** or interfere with you or your...domestic arrangements..."

"You're allowed to watch," Lois said.

Mary Marvel's face turned a deeper shade of red.

"...and you Lois Lane agree to full and exclusive use of your body for any and all purposes of Blaze's sexual enjoyment, unless you both agree otherwise, and to bear as many of her children as you both shall agree to...are you sure about this Lois? I mean, pregnancy is no joke! It does harsh things to the body, the mind, and you have your career to think of."

Lois let her thumb rub against her demon's piss-slit. It was already thick and runny with pre-cum.

"Some sacrifices have to be made. And it's for the greater good, isn't it? Isn't my pussy worth giving up, if it keeps Blaze from being an active villain?"

Mary Marvel frowned...but even with the Wisdom of Solomon, she couldn't refute the reporter's logic. The needs of the many outweighed those of the few...or the one. It was just really weird when the one appeared to be a total slut about it.

"Okay," Mary pushed the pile of vellum forward. "Make your marks."

Lois pricked her finger on the tip of Blaze's left-most horn, and dabbed a bloody fingerprint on the bottom line. Blaze repeated the gesture with her right horn, and the two bloody fingerprints were pressed down side-by-side, the blood of human and demon mingled around the edges.

"The prenup only takes effect when you marry...which should be soon," Lady Shazam said.

"Soon," Lois promised...and then she stood up and stepped sidewise...and guided her lover's prick to her pussy. "In the meantime...if you want to watch...oooh..."

Lois Lane gave a heartfelt moan as her cunt swallowed the shaft. Her neck twisted and one arm came up to guide Blaze's mouth down to her own...and for a moment, Mary Marvel stood there, the Ultimate Prenup in her hand. She did watch, just for a moment, how the crimson cock stretched the reporter's cunny almost to bursting...and while she knew, intellectually, that sex was not and never a good basis for a relationship...well, Solomon's wisdom often failed him in carnal matters.

That was how Lois Lane's night out ended...and her new life, betrothed to a Queen of Hell, began.