Epilogue: Collared At The Wedding

They watched Lois Lane walk down the aisle. Clad in white from neck to toe, the veil down over her face. She smiled at her family and friends, her father in his dress uniform walking her toward the altar, where Blaze waited in her tuxedo. The perfect image of the virginal bride.

Only they couldn't see the collar around her neck. The chain that went from the ring hanging between her breasts, down over the curve of her stomach...ten weeks pregnant and just beginning to show...to the ring that Angelica had pierce her clitoral hood. So that every step she walked seemed to tug at her clit.

Beneath her veil, the bride blushed. That wasn't the only secret she had. There were the little clamps Blaze had put on her nipples...the plug in her ass that she had slipped in...the vibrating egg which buzzed away, too soft for anyone to hear. Lois Lane walked down the aisle, wrapped in secrets, nearly shaking with excitement and growing need.

The ceremony trudged on. Her sister Lucy was her maid of honor. Clark Kent had agreed to be Angelica's best man...the reporter wasn't sure how that had happened, but the two seemed to have arrived at some kind of an understanding. Lois could still see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes, but he had accepted this a long time ago.

Jimmy Olsen had the ring. White gold, old and carefully set with a black pearl.

"I understand the couple have written their own vows," the minister said.

Lois spoke.

"I, Lois Lane, swear for now and evermore, to love, honor, and obey Angelica Blaze in all things, as servant, helpmeet, wife, and mother...one soul bound to another, from now until the end of things..."

Angie lifted her bride's veil.

"I, Angelica Blaze, swear now and evermore, to love, honor, and cherish Lois Lane, who gives herself under my authority. To guard her from all ills and perils, to keep her in safety and security, to guide her through this life and beyond. To damn myself for all time should I fail."

"I now pronounce you married," the minster said, neutrally. "You may kiss."

In the history of all the world, there were five kisses rated the most terrible, the most decadent. This one left them all behind. Angelica's hands grasped her wife's waist and pulled her to her. The right leg pressed into the skirts as Lois bent back, her mouth open to accept her mistress's tongue. The buzzing egg inside the reporter's cunt burst into a frenzy of activity, so loud suddenly that Lois feared everyone around them could hear it...and she wondered if, at that moment, everyone saw her not as the pristine bride in white, but as the pregnant slut that she had truly become...

Angie was panting as she broke the kiss. There was a smattering of applause.

Lois Lane Blaze's face was flushed as they walked down the aisle, arm in arm, and she could feel the wet juices running down her thighs, dripping into the carpet.

The limousines was waiting. One for the happy couple, another for the wedding party. The reception wasn't far...twenty minutes in Metropolis traffic.

Angie Lane Blaze had barely closed the door when she gave her wife her first order.

"On your knees and suck me off," the dickgirl ordered. "We don't have much time."

Shaking with excitement, Lois knelt on the floor of the limo. The driver couldn't see...or if he did, said nothing. Angie held her veil back as the reporter's mouth slid over the stiff prick. The cock that owned her, now and forever. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft, but the car was moving and she knew how hard it must have been for Angie to hold it in all these long hours.

Lois didn't care about wrinkling the pants of Angie's tuxedo as she held onto the demon's knees for support. Or ruining her lipstick and makeup and she bobbed her head as fast as she dared, every little jolt of the limo seeming to drive the head of the cock into the back of her throat. Inside her stomach, there was a flutter...not nervousness, or the baby moving, because it was too soon for that, but of excitement...pent up desire...need.

This is happening, she told herself as her drool slobbered onto the dickgirl's balls. I did it, we did it, I'm married, I'm...

The cock twitched, swelled. Lois sucked hard, her mouth clamping tight about the cockhead.

"No spitting, darling," Angie said. "You'll have to swallow."

As if Lois ever did anything else.

Hot and heavy as always. Lois was never sure how her lover did it, but she never spat a thin or watery load. It always felt like she had saved up her spunk for a week, and it coated the pregnant reporter's throat on the way down, so that Lois could still taste it, even an hour later. It was one of those things she had learned to appreciate, over the last few months.

The limousine pulled to a stop just as Angelica was fastening her fly.

"Patience, my sweet," her dickgirl bride promised. "I have something very special in store for the honeymoon. Just you wait and see."

Egg still vibrating within her dripping, pregnant cunt, Lois L. Blaze grinned up at her wife. It felt like their adventures were just beginning.