A Devil's Word Is Not Lightly Given

"We are bound by cosmic laws, our word is our bond. Not one of honor, as with humans, but our very essence. If I should make a promise and break it...all that I am would be undone," Blaze said somberly. "I had thought only of a simple night's pleasure..."

Lois wrapped her legs around Blaze's backside. Her hands reached out and grabbed at the demon's breasts, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Promise!" she said.

"And if I do..." Blaze mused. "What will you give me in return?"

Lois blinked. She hadn't been expecting that question.

"What do you want?" she asked. "Besides to knock me up, I mean."

Blaze reached down and squeezed the ass. "This pussy, whenever I want it."

"Fine," Lois agreed.

"And your mouth, whenever it pleases me."

"Okay..." Lois said.

"Your ass, should I desire it," Blaze's smile widened.

Lois licked her lips. She hadn't really done any anal play ever in her life. Blaze's cock filled her quim like an application, but her little pucker...if the demon tried to shove her cock up there, she'd rip the reporter to shreds.

"I'm...a virgin back there. You'd go slow, right? Not try to just jam that log up inside of me?"

"If that ass is mine, I will pamper it," Blaze assured her.

"Okay," Lois said, stomach fluttering. She had never negotiated this way before. It reminded her of the contract scene in that godawful Fifty Shades of Gray movie. A part of her wondered if whips and stockings would be next...and right then, terrified and aroused as she was, the reporter wasn't sure what her absolute limit would be. What she would say no to.

Yet Blaze seemed like just the sort of person to push her to that limit.

"Then..." Blaze said. "...one last little thing, and I will promise, and the contract will be made."