Epilogue: Breaking In The New Bed

"By Lilith's labia!" Angie Blaze swore, carrying both of her brides across the threshold, one in either arm. "That is a magnificent bed!"

Lois giggled. "Alaska king size. Nine feet by nine feet. I think it'll about hold the three of us."

"Five of us," Callie Clement-Lane said, rubbing her belly. Neither of the brides were really showing yet, but that didn't stop them from staring into the mirror every day, watching for the changes in their body.

Technically, only Lois and Callie had been officially married, with Blaze acting as their mutual "Best Maid of Honour." Unofficially, every at the ceremony knew exactly what was going on, and anyone who didn't agree with it was welcome to get quietly shitfaced at the open bar afterwards.

Blaze carried her two pregnant brides to their new bed.

"How did you find such a place in the city?" Angie asked. "Even the Lords of Hell could not find a domicile within our price range!"

"It's owned by WayneTech. One-off experimental urban housing unit, to combat suburban flight," Lois told her.

"What does that mean?" Callie said.

"Who knows? It was a wedding present," Lois felt so excited it was like she was high. Here she was pregnant! In a polyamorous relationship! And married! Nothing like the dreams of the future she had once had...but now she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Did you see Clark's face when Diana caught the bouquet?" Callie hissed.

"Yes!" Lois squealed. "You should have seen how red Clark's face got! I really wouldn't be surprised if they got together next."

The demon her brides down on the edge of the bed. Both of them wore matching full-length white dresses, with veils and garters. They kicked off their shoes and gathered their skirts, staring at Angie coyly.

"I want both of you," she growled. Then the smile widened into a wicked grin, like a naughty child with a secret. "And I think I will have you."

Blaze stepped out of her clothes...literally, flesh passing through them, the empty clothing hitting the floor in a heap without tear or rip, all the buttons still buttoned...and shook off her human form, standing before them naked in all of her crimson glory, horns pointing back from her forehead, white eyes glowing...

And a pair of hard cocks standing tall and proud over her testicles.

Callie raised an eyebrow. "That's new."

"Cal, darling wife," Lois said, loving how that said. "Are these dresses rentals?"

"No, theatre friend of mine got them for us cheap." Callie turned, beaming at Lois. "Also, I love it when you call me wife."

"Hike up your skirt and hug me close," Lois whispered. "I want to feel our bellies rub against each other as Angie fucks us both."

So they did.

On their sides on the mammoth bed, legs threaded together in a tussle of skirts, their eight-week pregnant bellies bumping against each other, the Lanes drew themselves into a deep kiss as their partner positioned her twin cocks at their wet and ready holes.

Blaze held onto their legs as she sank her crimson cocks to the hilt into their lawfully-wedded cunts, demonic dongs hard and raging at the sight of her wives making out before her, driven into lusftul fury at the thought of her babies in their bellies.

Stomachs and breasts rubbed against each other, mouths kissed and sucked, hands slid over and beneath the white dresses as the women writhed through their mutual pussy-reaming. One thing none of them could deny was that with three people involved, things never got boring in bed.

When they came together, Callie crying in Lois' arms, the reporter screaming her wife's name, Blaze split her load between them, cocks blasting both of their already impregnated pussies, as though trying to fertilize them all over again.

The wedding was over. The honeymoon had begun.