A Kiss

Lois Lane blinked...and the dickgirl's smile widened, the generous lips split to show white teeth.

"In truth, I hadn't planned on siring an heir tonight...but now that the opportunity has presented itself, I must say I am pleased at the prospect. So my price is but a kiss on the lips, as one would give to a lover." Angelica Blaze said.

The surrogate swallowed hard. A part of her felt uneasy about all this. She wasn't sure what it was, exactly...it was all happening so fast. And it was suddenly so...real.

"I wasn't planning on getting knocked up tonight either," Lois said, as her mask of being the urbane would-be surrogate slipped a little. "I mean, I hardly know you. And you have...all those other surrogates?"

"Jealous?" Blaze said. "Would you like to be the one and only mother of my children? For the price of a kiss..."

Her hands gripped the reporter's ass and she stood, turned...and Lois Lane's stomach suddenly went sideways. The room had shifted around her, the light blurred into streams and then multiplied...and when the movement stopped, everything was different.

Lois Lane's heels touched the floor...but they were white stiletto heels. Her club clothes were gone, and in their place was a white dress, the long skirt reaching to the floor, a hazy veil in front of her face. Angelica Blaze wore a man's suit, the hair drawn back in a pony tail with a black ribbon, her breasts barely visible against the suitcoat. The surrogate looked around and saw they were in a small chapel, with walls of ancient stone, old lamps hanging from the arches overhead. The wooden pews were empty, but they stood before an altar of black marble, and standing before it was a figure of an old man in strange robes and stole.

More magic! Lois realized. It all felt real...but with that sort of dream-logic that made her accept the changes, even though she knew she should be freaking out at these sudden shifts in reality.

Blaze lifted Lois Lane's left hand, and slid a ring of gold onto her finger. Lois felt her heart flutter...and that sense of wrongness increased. The hairs on the back of her neck and arms rose up, gooseflesh covered her body as the cold metal slid into place and seemed to shrink onto her finger. Inside of her, Lois could feel an odd squishiness in her pussy...she felt naked beneath the dress, no bra or panties, and something hot and wet dripped down her legs into her garters and hose.

"Having taken the oaths to one another, thou may seal thy troth with a kiss..." The old man intoned, the voice oddly hollow. "...and be bound together forever, in life and in ****, soul to soul and body to body, until the undoing of the world."

Blaze's smile was bright as she lifted Lois Lane's veil. Her hands settled gently on either side of the reporter's face, and Lois felt her head being tilted up, her lips parted...deep inside of her abdomen, there was a throb, a flutter...a knot of worry and anticipation...and she knew that it was up to her to do something...anything...