End: Respect Lois Lane's Choice

Blaze's lower lip stuck out. It quivered. She stepped back.

"I will respect your choice. But I want to be involved. With the pregnancy. The children," the demon said.

Lois Lane sniffed. Nodded. "Of course."

The scarlet succubus had conjured a reception. The guests milled around, nibbling on wedding cake, indulging at the open bar. Lana Lang consoled her sister. Blaze sat at the edge of the bar, looking forlorn.

Clark Kent sat down next to her, and ordered a cranberry juice and club soda. The demon bartender sneered...but did as he was bid.

"Thank you for that," Clark said at last.

Blaze shook her head. "I really thought we had something. Made a connection. Maybe I moved too fast..."

Clark winced. He looked at Lois Lane, who had swapped the bridal gown for her civilian clothes. She was, though perhaps she couldn't feel it yet, very pregnant. "Maybe."

"Is that why you've come here, Kryptonian? To gloat? You've won. She doesn't want me. She wants Superman."

There was pain in Blaze's voice. The pain of a broken heart.

"I didn't come to gloat," Clark said. "I came to say...I think Lois is...confused. That she doesn't know what she wants. Or, perhaps, who she loves. Or who loves her."

The demon turned her horned head. She had always felt Superman looked ridiculous in his civilian guise; all that power, hidden behind such a bumbling facade...

"I think you and Lois had a connection. I think you might need more time together. Put in the effort," he paused. "You know...date. Build a relationship."

Between her horns, the demon's brow furrowed.

"What about you?" She said.

Clark Kent grinned. "If you were to abandon your evil ways...Superman might find himself in space a lot. Not a lot of time for dating, in the superhero business. And as I said, I think that you and Lois do have a definite emotional connection. If I get involved it might just...confuse her more."

Blaze considers this.

"You expect me to give up my existence as a villain so I can...maybe...fuck Lois Lane again. You're using her pussy as a bargaining chip to **** me into being good?"

He lowered his glasses, just a little. So that their eyes met.

"Don't be paranoid. What I suspect that you actually do love her. That you're not beyond redemption. I think that this is a chance for you both to be happy—if you're willing to work for it."

Clark Kent pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"Of course, if you hurt her, I will destroy you."

Blaze snorted. She looked wistfully at the reporter, who was pecking at a piece of cake. The demon's cock ached already.

Just for a moment, across the room, their eyes met...and there was such a longing in those violet eyes, it made the succubus' heart flutter. Then Lois looked away.

"Alright, Kryptonian. We'll play things your way. I'll win her heart. You'll see."

Clark Kent smiled to himself as he drank his cranberry and soda. His own heart was heavy, yet with Lois pregnant...he felt this really was the best way forward, for everyone involved.

At least, so he hoped.