"I Guess...I do?"

The whole room seemed to be holding its breath as Lois said the words. Lois her left hand be taken, the metal band sliding on to her third finger. The cowled minister nodded solemnly.

"Then by the powers vested in my by the Tetragrammaton, in the eyes of these witnesses, and by the authority of state of New Jersey...I now pronounce you wife and...wife." The hands closed the book, the dark hair on the cover clinging to the gnarled fingers. "You may kiss the cock."

"I'm sorry," Lois said, "Did you just say..."

Before she could finish the sentence, hands grabbed the reporter's shoulders, and spun her around. Angelica smiled at her...and to the pregnant reporter's shock it was a real smile, not that Mona Lisa half-smile, but the smile of a child on Christmas morning, ready to tear into a pile of presents beneath the tree. With gentle strength, the dickgirl **** the gravid woman onto her knees. The laden-with-twins belly seemed almost to sit in Lois Lane's lap, her lower back immediately squealing in pain.

Her...wife's?...hands lifted the veil, Lois could see that the demon's own cock was tenting the kilt she wore. With strange eagerness, Blaze pulled back the cloth...and Lois saw the matching black gold band on the demon's ring finger. Lois licked her lips as the hard prick came into view, her pussy dripping through her dress. Another cramp came, deep inside her stomach...Lois knew she should be counting them, but somehow everything else faded before the great crimson cock shoved in her face.

If she hadn't been so horny, Lois knew she wouldn't have said "I do." She wouldn't even consider sucking this cock. Not in front of her mother and sister and...everyone...

Yet here she was, so pregnant she was about to burst, on her knees, and she had just been married...and though she knew it was wrong, and nasty, and disgusting, Lois Lane leaned forward with her tongue extended. The tip just brushed the demon's urethra, from the bottom to the top. Ran over the crest of the glans, the pregnant bride's mouth as wide as it could go so that she could taste that phallic stink on her tongue as it slid over and behind. All the way around until it was at the sensitive bottom of the prick...and then Lois brought her head forward and her lips pressed on that cockhead in a kiss that was almost chaste.

A light flashed. Lois knew that would be Jimmy, taking a picture.

Pain cramped through the reporter's belly. Wetness poured through her pussy, and for a moment Lois worried that she'd peed herself...but no, she knew what this was. She looked up at Angelica, her wife, her lover, the progenitor of the babies in her womb.

"My water's broken!" Lois said. "I'm going into labor!"

"Then we shall have just enough time," Blaze said, and her demonic smile grew wider.