Ask Directly

"Who are you really?"

As a veteran reporter, Lois Lane knew that sometimes the direct route was the best. She carefully watched Angelica Blaze's face, the little muscles that people couldn't control. The dickgirl had a good pokerface, but Lois could tell she was a little shaken. It was the way her eyes widened in the briefest of tells.

Lois smiled wider. It was cute.

"No one of consequence," the dickgirl bluffed. She held the reporter's fingers in both hands. Lois lifted her legs.

"You're not trans," the reporter stated, one finger circling the plug. Angelica began to maneuver the reporter's legs into the panties. "You're a functional hermaphrodite. Those don't exist except for creatures of myth and legend. Like a goddess...or demon."

The nostrils flared, just the tiniest bit. Lois had struck a nerve there. She levered her butt up so that Blaze could bring the panties up over her ass, legs resting on the dickgirl's shoulders.

"And you want to knock me up."

"Yes," Blaze breathed, admiring the black thong panties on Lois, the tampon holding the dickgirl's cum deep inside of her.

"Why?"

The question hung in the air, just for a moment, and that told Lois more than if Blaze had blurted out some admission of love or saucy rejoinder. It was tied up in who she was, Lois could tell. Or maybe...who Lois was.

"You know who I am, don't you?" Lois whispered.

Blaze swallowed. "Yes." She took a breath. "You're Lois Lane."

"You want to fuck me again," Lois said, not a question.

The dickgirl nodded, not even a slight blush. A demon who knows the Daily Planet's greatest reporter...who wants to knock her up...a little pit seemed to open in the reporter's belly as she connected the dots.

"You're one of Superman's foes," Lois said, again as a statement rather than a question. "Was this just to hurt him?"

"It...started as that," Angelica admitted. No tells. She was telling the truth. "But I thought we...had something."

"If you ever want another crack at my pussy," Lois said, closing her ankles on Angelica's neck. "Tell me who you are."

It was a dangerous game. Yet there was an adrenaline-rush thrill to the idea of fucking with one of the Man of Steel's enemies. All of their games, and if she should get knocked up by one of his foes... Lois shivered. It might not be cheating, in the strictest sense, but the idea of such a betrayal felt...delicious.

At the same time, it was like putting her hand in the lion's mouth...or, more accurately, her cunt on the lion's cock.