Buy A Girl A Drink?

Lois punctuated her question with a smile, and the big-dicked bartender gave her a hand getting up from behind the bar. The reporter made no move for her pants but sat bottomless on a stool behind the bar, and Angelica poured her a glass of ice cold sparkling wine, so cool it cut her throat on the way down.

As Lois drank, Blaze took care of business. It was a unique view, and one Lois appreciated..the way the bartender's firm ass cheeks shifted with every step, the occasional sight of her shemale cock between her thighs from behind...the reporter sipped her wine slowly, enjoying the post-coital haze.

Of course, she knew that she shouldn't have let Angelica cum inside her. Even now her quim felt gooey. It was a sensation Lois hadn't had in a long, long time—and with it came the promise of danger. pregnancy, disease...attraction. That was if her lover-of-the-evening was merely human. Lois knew she was far more than that. Shapechanger, telepath...what other powers did she have?

"That story you told, about the bar in hell—" Lois waited until there was a lull in the business, watching the bartender carefully. "—that was you, wasn't it?"

Blaze's face was hidden from her, though the reporter had no doubt it was a perfect mask. Her shoulders, however, tensed. Body language is a lot more difficult to hide, especially when someone is studying you from behind.

The bartender turned around, her big cock hanging between her legs, almost at a level with Lois' chin. "My mother, actually." A suddenly forked tongue slipped past her lips and licked the tip of her nose. "I'm half demon. It has its advantages."

Lois smirked. "I saw some of them. So all this...just to muss women up?"

The half-demon gave a half-shrug, a tilt of the head. "I won't say that doesn't happen, but it isn't my primary purpose."

The reporter finished the last of her wine. "And impregnating women?" She held the glass out to the bartender, who fetched the bottle and filled it back up half way.

"I daren't give you any more than that. The bubbly can go to your head in this heat...and isn't good for the baby." Blaze put the bottle away.

Lois stared at the glass, took a small sip and set it down on the floor. "You didn't answer my question."

"What do you want me to say?" Angelica's eyes flashed, like holes punched into a world of dark storms, just for a moment. She blinked, and her dark but very human irises were back again. "I got...a little carried away. No one's given me permission before."

It was Lois' turn to blink. "A big strapping...girl like you? I'm surprised you aren't in porn."

Something twisted in Blaze's face, just for a moment. Lois was sure that she wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been watching for it. She'd struck a nerve.

"You might think me an insufferable romantic, but I...do not desire to drop progeny at random. I want there to be...genuine feeling. Understanding. A connection." She took a deep breath. "I thought we had that, for a moment. Was I mistaken?"