Blaze Does Not Recognize The Women

The demonic dickgirl looked at the pictures on Lois Lane's phone. The reporter, meanwhile, looked at Blaze. Studied her face. No reaction, not even a twitch around the eyes to suggest recognition. The generous mouth frowned gently at the edges, the sharp ears seemed to pin themselves back against her dark hair. Lois Lane squeezed her asshole tight, she could still feel Blaze's load inside of her...and it felt like so much.

"I don't know these women," Angelica said, and even with her strange accent, the reporter could tell she wasn't lying.

"But they disappeared here. In your feeding grounds," Lois insisted. "You haven't noticed anything unusual? Someone else preying around here?"

Blaze's frown deepened. Lois watched as the scarlet eyes widened....and then narrowed to slits. The white light brightened until it was too much to look at, and the reporter blinked, afterimages on her vision.

Why are my nipples so hard? Lois Lane realized suddenly. Her nips felt like diamonds, painfully erect and swollen. The reporter strove to control her breathing as an unaccustomed heat built in her body, focused on her ass.

"There isss...sssomething," Blaze hissed. "Sssomeone. They have been covering their tracksss. Sssneaky, sssneaky..."

Lois Licked her lips as she pulled up her pants. The hair on her arms and neck stood up, and she shivered as an alien heat flushed her body. There was something happening to her...something she couldn't explain...but then Blaze grabbed the reporter's wrist, and it was like an electric shock through her body. Blaze's hand was so hot it almost burned her.

"Come," Blaze said, as her eyes opened. "We will find who did this...and in so doing, we will find your women."