Epilogue: Wedding Planning

"Oooh, this is a nice venue," Angelica Blaze said. "It's a biergarten attached to a microbrewery. Your dad likes beer, right?"

Lois Lane stuck out her arm from under the table, thumb raised. Her mouth was otherwise occupied between the dickgirl's legs. The pregnant reporter was determined to train her throat to take all of her fiance's dick, but the last inch or so was proving really hard. Blaze sipped her coffee and composed an email to reserve the space.

"Mwourgh ghorrgh," Lois said, as a line of warm spittle dripped down over Blaze's balls.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Angelica said. "And yes, I'm watching the budget. I told you sweetmeat, money isn't a concern, really."

The reporter gripped her lover's thighs and pressed her face forward. Tongue creeping along the bottom of the shaft. The cockhead pressed against the back of her throat, and for a moment Lois was going to gag...and then it was in her throat, her upper lip was nearly kissing Angelica's stomach. She blinked back tears, muscles at the edges of her mouth twitching as a rush of triumph went through her. One hand stole down to play with her clit ring.

Angelica Blaze closed her eyes and sighed. The most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world was using her day off, the day they were supposed to be planning their wedding, to finally learn how to suck her cock properly. The doctor said that she was eight weeks pregnant with their baby. In looking back on her long, long lifetime as a demon, a queen of Hell, a corruptor of virtue and a damner of souls, Blaze realized that she had never been this happy.

Sure, I could try to conquer the world and make war on Heaven and have a harem of succubi to impregnate with my demonic spawn. Break Superman over my knee and flay him slowly over hellfire, so that his invulnerable skin would be stretched out on a frame of his own bone to serve as my banner. But be honest with yourself, Blaze: is that really better than a good cup of coffee while getting an eager blowjob from your soon-to-be-wife?

Blaze sipped. It was good coffee. Lois, apparently confident that she wouldn't gag, began to move her head, back and forth. Just a little at first, lips wrapped tight around the shaft, maybe a centimeter. Fucking her face against the very dick that had knocked her up.

Just to amuse herself, Blaze let her supernatural senses extend into parallel timelines...all the worlds that could have spun out from Lois Lane's night out. It was more difficult than she thought...there were so many, and her powers were perhaps a bit rusty; or perhaps it was simply that she was too distracted as her fiance, gaining confidence, began to move her face more, going for longer strokes, letting the head of the demon's dick pop in and out of her throat in a way that was driving Blaze crazy...

Other probabilities, possibilities. In some of them, Lois and Blaze were already married, or living in sin. In a few, the demon was surprised to see her beloved in hell, or sobbing, hurt and angry. Sometimes Blaze could not see herself with Lois at all: the reporter was in the arms of Superman...or Supergirl, or even Wonder Woman or Circe. Strange worlds where Blaze hadn't been at the club at all, and Lex Luthor had set up some strange experiment involving Kryptonite, which Lois invariably seemed to fall prey to, enduring many terrible transformations.

The demonic dickgirl began to pant, her hands shaking as Lois sped up her ****. It was getting harder and harder to pick through the disparate might-have-beens...in so many, Lois was pregnant, in a few she had trouble conceiving, and there was heartache there. In one or two it was Blaze herself who was pregnant, running her hand over her swollen stomach, as Lois Lane fed her cock into the demon's pussy. Blaze pushed further, past childbirth, and looked out over the faces of her alternate sons and daughters, and something stirred inside of her, a twisting yearning...and like a balloon bursting, the cloud of alternate visions vanished.

The demon grunted, abs tightening as she unconsciously pushed her cock forward...and gasped as her cum spurted right down Lois Lane's esophagus, to mix with her breakfast down in her stomach. The reporter sucked greedily, her hands coming up to massage Blaze's balls, **** for every drop.

Blaze sank back, a little exhausted and disoriented from all that she had seen and felt. Her gaze fell below the level of the table, to meet the violet eyes of her pregnant fiance.

She wasn't sure if this was the best of all possible worlds...but Angelica Blaze knew that she would exchange it for no other.

"Hey babe," the dickgirl said. "I know we've still got the wedding to plan for, but I think we should also start looking for a house."

Lois pulled her face off the cock, which fell limp and sated. The reporter licked her lips.

"A big house?" The reporter shot the dickgirl a Look. "For a growing family?"

Blaze backed the chair up and got down on her knees, under the table with Lois.

"Yeah. I was thinking...I'd hate for the kid to be..."

"...an only child," Lois smiled back, a dollop of jizz at the corner of her mouth. "I've been thinking about that too."

They came together, under the table, lips meeting...and if it wasn't one of the passionate kisses in history, it was passionate enough, for two hearts that had found each other.