Lois Makes A Symbolic Protest

"I...it's my wedding night!" Lois said. She took a deep breath as she covered her pussy with her hands. "I'm supposed to offer my virginity!"

Angelica Blaze laughed at her wife's little protest. There was real mirth there.

"I think that ship has sailed, my dear. You haven't been a virgin since..."

"One of my holes is virgin," Lois said quietly.

Blaze shut up. She blinked, slowly. Her cock, stiff as an iron rod, began to waver slightly, like a tree before a hurricane.

"You mean, you want me to..."

"Take my anal virginity," Lois said, unconsciously clenching her butthole tight.

The demon swallowed. "I have to knock you up tonight. Like, contractually obligated to." She said. "Maybe I can impregnate you real quick and then..."

Lois Lane gave her wife the most ardent come-hither look she could manage. The lower lip pouted and trembled. The eyes grew huge and watery on the verge of tears.

"Fuck my virgin ass," she said quietly. "Please?"

Blaze bit her lower lip. Veins writhed in her scarlet schlong.

"There's an enema kit in the master bathroom," Angelica said at last. "Take the dress off, clean yourself out. I'll get the lube."

She bent down and kissed her wife very gently on the lips.

"I must impregnate you this night. But I will take your virginity first. Open that ass up like a flower."

Lois Lane felt her heart flutter as her wife helped her off the couch and guided her toward the master bedroom. She saw the great four-poster bed, set with silk sheets, scattered with rose petals. Blaze had planned everything out to perfect.

Except for my ass, the reporter thought. If I can just keep her out of my cunt for tonight...maybe...just maybe...

The newlywed bride didn't dare even complete the thought as she stripped out of her dress. Wasn't even sure if she wanted to put off getting pregnant, after coming so far. But as she entered the bathroom, she knew one thing:

"I have to try to get her to fuck my ass all night."