...First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage...

Blaze kept the reporter's cock pinned inside of her, the better to trap Lois Lane's cum inside her pussy. The dickgirl reporter laid with her head on the demon woman's shoulder, Blaze's hands stroking and squeezing the reporter's ass. Listening to the demon spin forth her plans...

"...destination wedding. There's this absolutely amazing volcano in Hawai'i, and we can exchange our rings and hike through the tropical forest—I won't be too far along with the pregnancy yet—and we can make love on the beach as the sun comes up. I can't tell you how long I've wanted to just have someone balls deep inside me as the tide rolls, and raise my arms to greet the sun, and then you could wrap your hands around my tits and kiss my neck as the wind blows my hair back..."

It was hard to tell with those pure white eyes, but to the reporter, it almost looked as if her demonic lover was lost in a vision. Certainly, it sounded like she'd planned this out in some detail.

"...we'll get a little house, not out in the suburbs but something in a nice neighborhood with good schools for the kids. You can work and I'll raise the children. Maybe I'll go down to the Daily Planet building and meet you at lunch for a quickie in the toilet. That will get a bit harder as I get bigger, but I bet I can give you a blowjob in the family bathroom. Hmm. I'll make you bag lunches and send you sexy selfies of my growing belly and burgeoning breasts, and you'll send me little teasing shots of your cock under the desk...and some days I'll just meet you at the door wearing nothing, and let you fuck me on the stairs...until I get so big I can barely move, and then you'll rub my feet and tease me incessantly by jerking off on my belly and not letting me have any of that cum in my cunny, no matter how much I need it, until I start to cry..."

Lois raised an eyebrow. This was getting oddly specific.

"...we'll do a home birth with a doula, and I'll be so sore that I won't be able to have sex for weeks, and you won't masturbate at all, and get so pent up that one day you'll just corner me while I'm breastfeeding and stuff my cunt, totally ignoring my cries to stop, even though I warn you that it's dangerous and I could get pregnant again you spunk my cunt again and again..."

The reporter swallowed. She closed her eyes, letting the demon woman's words just flow over her. All doubt had vanished. While she had only had a demon for a short time, Lois Lane had already broken the cardinal rule: she'd stuck her dick in crazy.

Not that it would be a marriage without its rewards, but Lois doubted that real life would ever match up to Blaze's insane, sex-fueled fantasy. Pregnancy was hard on every relationship. Money was always an issue. People only had quickies in bathrooms at work in bad porn written on the internet, and in Florida. The reporter determined that she had to pop this pregnant sex fantasy now...like ripping off a bandaid. It was for Blaze's own good.

"Blaze...babe..." Lois started, trying to decide what to say.