Quickie Marriage In Vegas

"Dearly beloved," the King Began, sequins sparkling on his white lounge suit, a clerical collar slightly incongruous above the wide lapels. "Uh-huh. We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Lois and Angelica..."

Lois swallowed hard inside her tux. Angelica stood beside her, elegant and relaxed in her white wedding gown. They had already signed the marriage license, but her bride-to-be had insisted on the ceremony. A pair of professional witnesses stood in the back, matronly women that looked like they should be running a church bake sale or a sex shop in Florida.

"Do you have the rings?" He asked, staring at Lois from behind his sunglasses. The reporter was suddenly struck with the terrible thought that he had no eyes at all, just empty sockets.

She brought forth the plain gold bands. Angelica Blaze proffered her left hand. Lois felt her breath catch in her throat as she slipped it on the third finger, sliding it down to the knuckle. There was something sexually symbolic and suggestive about the act, and Lois couldn't stop thinking of the demon—no, the angel's—cock sliding up inside of her.

The reporter wondered if Angelica was thinking the same thing as she sipped the ring onto Lois' finger.

I might wear the pants here, Lois knew. But in bed, Angie is going to be wearing me.

"In the eyes of God and these witnesses, by the powers vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I hereby pronounce you wife and wife." He closed the book in his hands. "You may kiss the bride, uh-huh."

Lois found herself lifting the veil—and the eyes that stared back at her, she saw, were no longer pure white, or dark as they had been. They were violet eyes, the same color as her own. They leaned forward, tilting there heads so their mouths could meet in a chaste kiss.

Their lips, so hot, seemed to lock together. Lois found herself opening her mouth, tongue sliding out to meet that of her partner, her lover, her mate, her lawfully-wedded life. The whole of the Graceland chapel seemed to fade in that moment as they swapped spit, and Lois felt her pussy get wet and knew, just knew, that Blaze was hard, the stiff cock dying to stuff itself into her lawfully wedded snatch.

Sure, it was nothing like Lois had ever imagined her wedding would be. Nor had she thought she would be tying the knot with an earthbound angel that had formerly been a succubus. One with a bitchbreaking cock that made her knees weak and pussy moist just to think about it. And with herself already pregnant...and suddenly she was absurdly glad that, silly as this ceremony was, they were doing it now, before the baby was born.

Elvis coughed politely.

"Ten percent off the honeymoon suite at the hotel if you present a marriage certificate."

They broke the kiss. Hand in hand, their borrowed witnesses tossing pre-packaging handfuls of rice, they left the chapel.

"Now that the formalities are out of the way," Lois Lane's angel said, squeezing her hand. "Let's..."