In Front Of A Live Audience

Lois' heart skipped a beat at the demon's final words...

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Blaze stepped forward, her stiff cock digging into Lois' tender abdomen, the ring in the reporter's navel clinking against the the ring piercing her wife's glans.

Her wife.

The thought fluttered through Lois, and she felt a wet heat build between her thighs. The unnatural excitement burned through Lois as Blaze's hands cupped her buttocks, the slight scratches from the demon's claws only building her anticipation.

"What...what..." Lois gasped, already feeling her heart begin to pound as Angelica Blaze, all human semblance shed, effortlessly lifted Lois up onto the altar. The hard stone beneath her seemed warm and alive as flesh against her backside.

"We are wed, my love. Your responsiveness proves our union..." The demon dipped her head down to lick one of Lois' painfully stiff nipples, and the new bride squealed at the exquisite feeling of the rough tongue on her newly pierced tit. "...when I get hard, you get wet. When you get wet..." Blaze pressed her stiff length against Lois' belly, the fat balls slamming against Lois' pussy. "I get hard."

I am wet. Lois could feel the burning need in her slit, greater than anything she had ever known. I do want it. The new bride admitted to herself. Not just sex, but...Blaze. She wanted her wife to fuck her, right here and now, stab and suck and buck until they both came...

Lois cocked her head and raised herself up on her elbows, to look at the bride's side. Her friends and family were standing there...stiff and formal as at a normal wedding, but their faces...

"They can see us," Blaze's whisper was a hot wind against Lois' ear. "This is the demon way. They must witness your defilement." The shemale lined the head of her strange, stiff prick up against Lois' hole, and stared Lois in the eyes. "They must know."

Her father. Her sister. Her boss. Her friends. Lois could see Jimmy's erection straining against his pants, sweat dripping down his face already. Lucy's nipples were tenting the front of her dress, and she wondered what her father's view must be like...Blaze's puckered asshole above a pair of balls that would make a prize pig proud, a stiff rod that any man would envy poised at the entrance to his eldest' daughter's eager cunt...

Lois wrapped her hands around her wife's neck.

"You don't need my permission," she gave Blaze her best smoldering stare. "But fuck me hard."

The demon growled deep in her throat, and thrust her tool forward, not stopping until her heavy sack slammed against her wife's ass—and the demon and her bride howled together, so loud it shook the cavern and seemed to echo through brick and stone, to lend fever to the sleepers for blocks around, and turn peaceful slumber into lurid nightmares.

Blaze pulled back nearly the whole of her rigid length, and thrust forward once again, so hard that Lois feared she'd skin her shoulders on the altar...and so set the terrible pace. It was completely different from their earlier lovemaking, the frenzied dirty fucking up above in the washroom of the club, and Lois bit her lip as the hard cock slid into her like a hand into a glove full of Vaseline. Whether she was still slick and loosened up from before, or just so damn wet, Blaze's prick was sliding in and out of her like an old favorite dildo, slipping in and out with only the delicious sense of fullness and the occasional stirring friction as the hard cock ring scraped against some sensitive spot.

For long minutes the only sound was the wet slapping of Blaze's cock into her bride's cunny, the strokes growing shorter and faster, more and more of the pole remaining buried inside Lois' channel...and then Lois heard the heavy breathing and arched her back up off the altar, legs locking around Blaze's hips as she ground against her demonic spouse—and looked over her shoulder.

Jimmy Olsen had he cock out, and fist pumping madly. Lucy Lane had kept her clothes on, but Lois saw her younger sister grinding herself against the chair in front of her. Perry White and her father General Lane, mature men whom Lois would normally have put past such interest, were both straining to hold on, faces flushed, eyes dilated, erections tenting their trousers...

...and Lois saw Clark Kent, standing there with his blue eyes, an expression of inconceivable, wistful sadness on his face, as though he had just lost his best friend. He alone stood unchanged in the hall, an idol of chaste calm untouched by the pornographic vision before him. He opened his lips, mouthing words that Lois strained to read as Blaze humped her hole...

"Congratulations, Lois." She silently followed his words. "You're going to be a great mother."

And the Daily Planet's star reporter came, right there, tears flowing from her eyes, heart melting at the warm reassurance of her friend as her pussy clamped down and spasmed around her wife's demonic prick, feeling the warm, unfamiliar weight on her womb.

Blaze held her wife close, the stiff prick still lodged her her dripping cleft, and as Lois smiled and hugged her back, the thought came to her that her demon-wife hadn't cum yet...

"Show's not over," Lois whispered into Blaze's ear, "I want you to..."