An Anti-Fertility Cult

"I come from Hell." Angelica Blaze began, quietly. Lois listened. It's what reporters were good at. "There, souls are not...abstract things. They have substance. They are sustenance, currency, and power. But competition is fierce. So I...slipped upstairs. I made this place, this club. To draw in those souls that were on the brink, skirting the edge of darkness. Who just needed the gentlest of nudges to fall—and when they did, I would be there to catch them, and offer them a deal."

Blaze took a deep breath and let it out. "I had other plans, too. I wanted a...tie to this realm. A child. Those horny and **** enough to succumb to my wiles, but strong enough to bear my seed...that was important. I didn't want to conceive a child by ****. I needed someone to give themselves to me completely. The first I tried was Diana," the succubus reached out, fingertips just brushing the shaven-headed woman's face.

"Lovely Diana, who wanted to fuck me so badly, who was so turned on by my cock, the proper young woman that liked to spend her weekends playing at being a whore, to work off the stresses of school and life. But she rejected me."

She took the hand away.

"That...stung. So I pushed her, a little. To find out why. Obviously, she found me attractive, she liked the sex...but she didn't want a baby." Diana ran her hand over her shaven skull. "Like, ever. Under any conditions."

"What did you do?" Lois asked. Blaze sighed.

"Normally, my magic is limited. Oh, I can kill and transmute, curse and transform, but there are certain metaphysical limitations. Anything too unnatural gets noticed by the powers that be, and I was—am—trying to remain under-the-radar, so to speak. But if the subject agrees to it...if we make a deal...I can do so much more. So I offered her a chance to never worry about getting pregnant." The demon paced a bit, bare feet almost silent. The customers of the club might as well have been a million miles away. "I took her fertility. Made her barren. No worries about pregnancy, not even a period, ever again."

"And in exchange?" Lois pressed.

"She took my ass," Diana spoke, still smiling, voice quivering. "Whenever she wanted it, however she wanted it. I...I had never done anal before, but the Mistress...trained me. I grew to like it. I grew to love it." The young woman shivered. "I had to spread the good word."

Blaze hung her head. "She started bringing other young women to me. They wanted the same bargain. I...you know, tried to show them a good time, to offer them the honor of carrying my spawn but they...they just wanted to be free to fuck. They didn't even care about the sodomy clause. They liked it! These four grew to love it. I couldn't get them to leave..."

Maria de la Cruz leaned over and whispered. "She's a little old-fashioned about the sodomy thing. It was this really big deal about four thousand years ago."

Lois pinched the bridge of her nose. "Surrounded by horny young women that don't want to get pregnant. You let them live here—rent free—and in exchange, all they have to do is let you fuck them up the ass every day. Jesus wept, you're living in a bad harem anime."

"I don't know what that is." The demon's voice was deadpan. The young women giggled.

"Honestly, it's a better deal than student housing," Diana said. The other young women nodded.

"Whose idea was the shaved head, tattoos, and identical outfits?" Lois asked.

Tonya Wong raised her hand. "We all have anal plugs in too," she added shyly. "We like to keep ourselves ready for the mistress."

"She can make her cock bigger," Maria de la Cruz added. "So much bigger. We've been trying to get her to shoot some videos, but she keeps hanging out around the gloryholes, whining about babies." The young Hispanic woman rolled her eyes. "Not that she's ever changed a diaper. I have three younger siblings. Never again."

Lois sighed. She couldn't publish any of this. Sure, Blaze was a succubus and had been trying to steal souls, but so far the only thing she was really guilty of was getting taken for a ride by a bunch of anal sluts. And... she rested a hand on her belly... Let's not forget that I'm probably knocked up now.

"Okay," the reporter took a few steps over to Blaze, and took her hand. "I forgive you about the whole cult thing. But if we're going to make this work, you need to choose. Because I won't let you fuck their asses all day and then come home to fuck me at night. Not going to happen. So either you choose them..." Lois brought the demon's hand to rest on the reporter's stomach. "...or us."