You Can Fuck My Pregnant Ass

Lois strained to sit up, the enormous gut with her twins sitting heavily in her lap.

"I was...saving myself. Back there." The reporter said. She swallowed. "I was going to save it for...for my husband."

The demon said nothing...her face betrayed not even a muscle twitch...but Lois could feel something poke into her belly. Something hard and rubbery, smearing something wet on her gravid stomach.

"Please!" Lois begged, her pregnancy hormones driving her to a level of sexual need she had never experienced.

"You were saving your anal virginity for your spouse," Blaze said. One red hand skimmed the reporter's abdomen, which set the twins to kicking. "Very well, Lois. I will fuck your ass...if you submit to be my wife!"

Lois hesitated for a moment—but only a moment. Her nipples were leaking, her pussy was leaking, there was a weird cramp deep inside her pussy, and she was ready to fuck anything that walked.

"Fine. Yes. Please. Just fuck me."

"So be it!" Blaze said with a laugh.

Thunder roared. For a moment, it seemed, a shadow passed across Lois Lane's eyes. When the shadow cleared...

Lois Lane found they were in a small, old chapel of stone and dark wood. She was standing at the end of an aisle, before an altar on which a naked woman rested. Above the woman hung an inverted cross, and on the flat plane of the naked woman's stomach was a thick, dark book, the skin on it covered with dark, bristly hairs.

The reporter looked down at herself, and found her hugely swollen pregnant body covered in a black wedding dress, the cleavage of which was cut so low that she could clearly see the brown circles of her areola. Lois looked to her right...and there was Blaze, in a smart-looking suitcoat and a kilt, the plaid pattern made of black, grey, and crimson threads, with a huge sporran that featured curling horns like a ram's skull.

A figure came forth, in a dark robe, a golden inverted ankh hanging from their throat. The face was covered entirely by a black cloth good, but the hands were human enough as they took up the book from the woman on the altar...and Lois saw little blood stains there on the pale flesh where it had laid.

This officiant took their place before the couple.

"You have the rings?" The hooded figure asked Blaze.

The demon raised her left hand. In the palm were two plain bands of black gold.

"Witnesses?"

Blaze snapped the fingers of her right hand. Lois heard voices, and turned...to see people behind them, filling the chapel, most blinking and looking about in wonder or terror. She didn't recognize any of those on the "groom's" side, but on her own side...

There was her sister Lucy, dressed like she had was just headed to bed. There was her father, in a dress uniform, staring around bewildered. Perry White, her editor at the Daily PLanet, looking sweaty and rumpled in the same suit she'd seen him in earlier today...and Jimmy Olsen, who for some reason was wearing a pink dress and had pink lipstick on. And others she recognized, friends and acquaintances.

The cramp in her stomach came again, harder, and Lois winced.

"I...I think I'm in labor." Lois whispered. Blaze's smile grew, but she said nothing.

"Dearly damned," began the minister. "We are gathered here in this unholy place to witness the marriage of Blaze of Limbo, outermost district of Hell, and the mortal woman Lois Lane of Metropolis. Blaze, do you promise to own and fulfill those orifices, cunt, ass, and mouth, to leave them dripping with your seed, and to pollute her womb as long as the two of you may live on the same plane?"

"I do," Blaze said.

"And do you, Lois Lane, consecrate your body to this your master, to bear her children and worship her cock, in pregnancy and barrenness, until **** or exorcism do you part?"

"I..."