Finish Her Drink

Lois tipped her head back, angling the glass to let the grey goo squirm over her tongue and down her throat. It was thick and yet runny, like snot, and it dribbled out into long off-white streamers in the glass, which the reporter carefully scooped up with a finger. The entire time, Angelica Blaze watched her, an enigmatic smile on her face.

"Do you like it?" Blaze asked her.

Lois mulled her response. "I'm not sure about the flavor," she offered, "but it sort of grows on you. It tends to remind me of...something I can't quite give a name to."

Angelica smiled wider. "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"As long as you promise to show me the missing women," Lois countered, wondering where the demonic bar owner was going with this.

"Deal," Blaze whispered as she stared Lois in the eyes. "Do you suck cock, Lois?"

The reporter said nothing for a moment, taken aback. She weighed her response in her mind, thinking about how to respond...

Lois Lane did suck cock. Oral sex was something most modern women engaged in with their partners at one time or another, and the Daily Planet's star reporter had more than once dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around a prick, getting it hard and wet. It was almost expected these days, to make your lovely feel good with your mouth—especially if you weren't in the mood for other things.

Beyond that...Lois knew she really liked to give head. Loved running her tongue down those rigid poles, taking the hairy balls in her mouth, then working her way up again. As a teenager, she had bought a dildo and spent more time practicing deep throating than she ever had with the skinny thing between her legs. It wasn't exactly an erotic sensation to feel her throat full, balls resting against her chin, waiting for the creamy load to shoot straight into her stomach, but...

...and then Lois stared at the glass, and several pieces fell into place. The familiar scent, flavor, the consistency...the reporter stared at Angelica, suddenly aware of what she had been drinking.

"Yes," she croaked out. "How...why..."

Blaze leaned in, reaching over to just touch Lois' hand, which still gripped the empty glass. The reporter looked back up, into those dark, unblinking eyes that held her own, and almost seemed to flash as though shadows stirred in there.

"Let me ask you this," the bar owner asked. "Do you want more?"

"I..." Lois struggled, mouth suddenly dry. She could still taste it in her mouth...could still feel a sticky film clinging to her teeth. Emotions warred within her, some of which the reporter couldn't easily name. I've been drinking sperm! was all that rang through her head...and almost embarrassingly, she felt a bit of warm dampness between her legs at the very thought of it. "...I might."

Angelica's smile shifted...became a little more realistic, open. As though a weight had fallen off of her chest. "Then I think it's time you meet the women you've been searching for."

The woman stood up, taking Lois' hand and leaving the glass on the table. With a deep breath, Lois stood as well. Ready to follow the lioness into her den, if that's what it took to get answers. Because right now, all she had were questions.