End: When's The Wedding?

The scarlet succubus slowly blinked.

"Really? That's your question? You mated with a literal demon, got impregnated, had your genitals swapped out so that now I'm pregnant with our child, and the first thing that pops into your mind is 'When's the wedding?'" Blaze said, unable to keep a smirk off her face.

"Well, I assumed that you'd want to take my virginity on our honeymoon," Lois Lane countered with a matching grin. "So 'When's the wedding?' is another way to say 'When can we fuck?'"

The demon chewed her lip. "You know Superman is going to be upset about this."

"Superman," Lois Lane said dryly. "Has a line of super-bitches waiting to drain his big Kryptonian balls for him. Not that I would know what size his testes are. He'll get over it."

"And your family? Your coworkers? Will they be okay with a shotgun wedding?" Blaze said, one eyebrow raised.

"Great Caesar's ghost, I was thinking we'd just elope or something," the naked reporter said. "I mean sure, it would be nice to have my sister there as a bridesmaid or something, but something small and intimate with no questions asked would be...perfect."

Blaze's smirk grew into a grin. Not the secret smile that the reporter had come to associate with the demon, but something altogether more honest, and natural. Like a chimpanzee threat display.

"Dearly beloved," the minister dressed as Elvis Presley said. "We are gathered here tonight to join in holy—"

"Unholy," Blaze chimed in. She had rented one of the sky-blue tuxedoes, which had magically shrunk to fit her frame. The bride-to-be wore a red wedding dress, complete with veil and train, and the reporter didn't like to think where the scarlet succubus had summoned that from.

"—in unholy matrimony," Elvis said, a veteran of hundreds of quickie Vegas weddings and not missing a beat. "Now little missy, will you Lois Lane take Angelica Blaze to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, to love her tender, in sickness and in health, for all your life?"

"I do," Lois said, and an immense weight seemed to fall off her shoulders at those two little words. Her heart felt fit to burst. She didn't know if this was a good idea—in fact, she was pretty sure it was a terrible, impulsive idea—but it just felt...right.

"And do you Angelica Blaze—"

"I do," Blaze said. She lifted the veil as the minister quickly rushed through the last few words of the ceremony.

"ThenbythepowervestedinmybethestateofNevadaandInowproclaimy'allmarriedyoumayloveuponthe bride..."

Blaze and Lois were way ahead of him.

Blaze had paid for the honeymoon suite cash. Lois had shucked the dress but kept the veil and garters. She lay on the bed, her pale thighs parted. The crimson cunny between her thighs had faded to a deep pink, with only the lips the same scarlet as the succubus' skin.

"So...if you cum in me...I'm not going to get pregnant, right?" Lois said. "Because if we're both pregnant at once..."

The demon shrugged and her clothes hit the floor. She stalked naked toward the heart-shaped honeymoon bed, her stiff scarlet schlong at the ready.

"That wasn't the deal we made," Blaze said. "We agreed that I would carry the children. So I can cum inside you as much as I please...but I'm the one who goes through the pregnancies."

"Oh," Lois blinked. "Well that's..."

"And I think," Blaze said as she slid onto the bed. "That I'd like a large family."

"Well," Lois shook with excitement. "I mean, a deal's a deal..."

The demon drew close. Their lips touched. No more words, for that moment...and Lois reached down to touch that hard cock. To guide it toward her pussy.

It hurt as much as it had that first time, so long ago now that Lois had almost forgotten.

She thought back to all the choices she had made, on this night out. The gambles, the game of questions, the fucking. Everything that had brought her to this moment, as the sun rose over Las Vegas and her night ended with her hot demon wife balls deep inside of her. Lois Lane wondered if, after all, she would have done anything different if she knew this was the outcome.