I Can't

Lois Lane stared into her lover's eyes—Blaze, Queen of Hell—Blaze, who had gotten her pregnant, who had multiplied the spawn of the reporter's womb, who had gathered together her friends and family and...

Her lips trembled as the words tumbled forth. Her stomach felt like a yawning pit which her heart would fall into. Stupid tears filled her eyes as Lois sank to her knees, and before she could so much as lean against the altar Blaze was there, cradling the human woman in her arms.

The demon stared at her with those inhuman eyes, but a very human look of hurt and concern on her face.

"Lois...my sweet...my promised bride...why? I thought...I mean, you said..."

"I know," Lois felt sobs **** her voice, heard a murmur in the crowd. "I know what I said, and it seemed so right at the time but I just...I can't..." she waved a hand uselessly at her friends and family, who had come forward to circle her. Her sister Lucy and Jimmy Olsen and Clark...Clark...

"I was supposed to marry Superman," she whispered.

Blaze took Lois hands within her own—and for a moment, even with a demon's face, Lois knew it was just Angelica there, the same Angelica that had held her tenderly after fucking her brains out and dumping a load of demonic jism into her womb, who had proposed to her so earnestly and passionately.

"Lois...forget Superman. He's not worth it. He's not worth you. What can he do for you that I can't? What can he do for you that I haven't already done?"

The reporter sniffed. Her heart felt torn in two, her body pulsing with desire, cunt wet and ready, ass cramping against the hard stone floor, Blaze's hands so warm about her own—but she remembered all the times that the Last Son of Krypton had descended from the clouds, pulled her off the train tracks, caught her as she was falling...and those stolen moments together, flying through the air, snuggled up against his chest in a warm embrace.

Clark Kent's hand fell on Blaze's shoulder. She tried to shrug, but it didn't move.

"Blaze," he said quietly. "It's her choice. You have to respect that."

"Lois..." The shemale pleaded.

"No," tears fell over Lois cheeks, unable to look Blaze in the eye. "I'm sorry. I just can't. It's too much, too fast. I need...time."

Blaze bowed her head until their foreheads almost touched, horns just pressing lightly against the pregnant reporter's hair.

"Then I know what I have to do," the demon said, voice hard. And for the first time since the wedding began, Lois Lane felt a flicker of fear.