Epilogue: First Comes Lust, Then Comes Marriage

"The bride looks...pregnant."

"Diana," Clark Kent whispered. "Be nice."

Karen Starr leaned over Clark. "She's ultra pregnant."

Oblivious to this exchange, Lois Lane was walked down the aisle by her father. Sam Lane was in his full dress uniform; Lois in a white gown that was, unfortunately, very tight about a midsection that poked out as a distinct pot belly. It had barely been ten weeks since the Daily Planet's greatest reporter's night out, but when you're eating for fourteen...

Angelica Blaze wore a white suit. Mary Marvel and Jimmy Olsen, both in white dresses, carried her train. To everyone present, she looked no different than any other human being—and even the handful of supers at the small, hasty wedding wouldn't have known, if word had not gotten around. Blaze owned the role entirely...and the demon had little choice.

Superman and the Justice League had made it very clear when they arranged the terms for her "rehabilitation."

It was a simple ceremony. There was laughter, food, and drink. Garters and bouquets were thrown, toasts given, cake smashed into faces. Long goodbyes and well-wishes as the happy couple spun off in their limousine for their honeymoon...and Lois Lane sighed as she left her past behind her and moved on with her life.

In the honeymoon suite, they shucked out of their clothes. Strawberries and cream awaited them, but no champagne—bad for the babies. Lois wore a garter belt that rose up high over the swollen little pooch of her stomach, but no panties...and she'd even shaved for the occasion, though sometimes Blaze liked it when she was a bit hairy down there...

"I can't believe we got away with it," the demonic dickgirl said. Even here, with Lois, she dared not relax into her "natural" form, for fear her enemies would find them. "No one stopped us. No enemies, no complications..."

"My dad got drunk," Lois said. "Lucy had to keep him away from giving a speech about how you knocked up his innocent little girl."

"You know what I mean," Blaze said as she rolled over to lay one hand on the reporter's swollen middle. "But I mean...we're married. We're going to be parents. What the hell are we going to do?"

Lois popped a strawberry into her mouth...and then rolled over on top of her new spouse, so that her gently swollen tum rested on the hard flat abs. She bent down and pressed the tip of the strawberry against Blaze's lips. The dickgirl obediently took a bite, and their lips met.

"Well," Lois said, her voice pitched low and husky. "For starters, it's time for your dick flattening."

The bride straightened her legs a little and reached back to guide the cock to her knocked-up cunt.

"You know, in a few months, the doctors say I'll be utterly bedridden," Lois said. "You'll have to roll me onto my side and fuck me. I'm going to get so huge."

"You realize that the pregnancy is insanely dangerous," Blaze said...and then closed her eyes in a blissful moment as the tip of her cock squeezed into that tight cunny. "There's so much that could go wrong. We could lose the babies. I could lose you."

Lois let out a huff of breath as she settled into her spouse's lap. Her hands reached forward to grasp the small breasts with the pink nipples. The reporter's out milkers hadn't started growing yet, but a part of her hoped they would. The pregnant woman leaned forward as she began to shift her hips.

"You'll just have to do your best to make sure that doesn't happen," Lois said. "Daddy."

There was nothing magical about being married that made lovemaking any different...unless, perhaps, it was that everything was different now. Lois Lane didn't know if she believed in God, and hadn't darkened the door of a church in too long before her wedding day...but as she ground her hips against Blaze, as she felt that cock deep inside her, utterly snug and thick the way she liked it, where it didn't hurt her except in all the right ways...and Blaze for her part clung to the reporter's ass as though Lois was the anchor that held the ship from capsizing during the storm...

...it felt about as magical to them as any time they had ever made love, and they kept going, after Blaze had blown her first load, so that Lois could grind out a small orgasm...and another...and they just seemed to build inside of Lois like a rolling chain, one small climax after another, each one stirring her on, like a hunger that couldn't be filled...and Blaze's finger's parted the reporter's ass-cheeks and began to rub spit and jizz into Lois' asshole, and the reporter grinned because she knew what the demon had planned...

"My wicked Blaze," Lois whispered. "My ass is yours...my cunt is yours...my mouth is yours...and your cock is mine."

Their lips locked. Blaze grunted as Lois pressed her pregnant stomach into the dickgirl's midriff, the reporter' shand reached back to pull the stiff, slimy prick out of her pussy...and Blaze held the cheeks open as Lois guided the cock to her ass, as the gooey fingers pressed against the back of the head to push it into her anus...

Somewhere, far away, Superman lay between Wonder Woman and Power Girl. His fingers stirred their pussies, their lips locked as their tongues warred in battle above him. A part of him felt a hint of regret...not for how things had turned out, but for how they might have been. Then his cock hardened once again, and the two heroines turned toward him with lusty eyes. He grinned back.

"Who's turn is it next?"