Lois Signs Her Life Away

Thunder boomed. Lois closed her eyes. There was the sense of motion. When she opened them again, she was sitting down, in her dressiest pant suit. A black woman was staring at her, glasses and steel-grey hair. Next to her, a small Asian man, fussing with his tie.

Documents on the table in front of her. A pen.

Blaze, in a more human form, stood beside her. No horns, just pale skin and dark eyes. That same Mona Lisa smile. A dark suit that seemed to hug her hips, the bulge of her crotch. Lois found herself staring at it, a weird heat in her body, face flushed, panties damp.

"Now, this is a durable power of attorney. It will grant your fiancé the right to make decisions on your behalf," the black woman said.

Lois pulled her gaze away from the outline of Blaze's cock to pick up the pen. She noted a heavy gold engagement ring on her left hand. There had been a matching ring on Blaze's finger. It felt like...a promise.

The pen was heavy in her hand as she signed her name. The unnatural heat in her body was growing. She could barely concentrate as she worked through the last loop.

No one made her do it. Lois could feel their eyes on her, expecting her to. But no one made her.

The little Asian man took out his seal—he was a notary public, she realized—and stamped the document.

"...and this contract transfers your assets into your fiancé's name." The black woman said. The woman paused, coughed, looked at Blaze. "I must remind you that this is...irrevocable. You would have to go to court to challenge it, and without any money, reclaiming your assets could be difficult. While I understand you are to be married, and it is traditional, this is a...big step."

"We have a prenuptial agreement," Blaze broke in. "If I mistreat or abandon Lois in any way, everything will revert back to her. I know this seems strange but...it's what we want."

Lois felt her heart pound in her chest. There was a weird cramping, behind her belly button. The reporter could feel her nipples erect, pushing against her bra. It had been a long time since she had been this horny. She nodded.

"Yes," she said, her voice dry. She brought the pen down on the paper. Her crotch tingled and her hand shook. "It is."

She signed the contract. The notary public stamped it.

"And lastly," the lawyer said, sliding a document forward. "The marriage license. After the ceremony, you'll both have to sign it, then file it with the county office."

Lois stared at the piece of paper. There was her name, Lois Lane. Next to it, Angelica Blaze. The reporter's chest felt tight. What had she just done? And what was she going to do?

Blaze put her hands on the reporter's shoulder. Leaned down until her breasts were just brushing her head.

"Well darling?" Lois Lane's fiancé asked. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Lois said. She straightened up. What was done was done. She had paid the price. Now it was time to get what she had bargained for. Her legs squirmed against each other, pussy dripping inside of her pants.