I Have A Better Idea...

"...I'll offer you a deal." The reporter said.

It was a test. At least that's what the reporter told herself. A check, just to see if Blaze was telling the truth, or anything close to it.

The demon's spine stiffened, the white eyes went wide and then narrowed. Her face became perfectly blank—and Lois Lane was very glad, just then, that they weren't playing poker, because the scarlet succubus would have been a formidble opponent. Yet Lois could tell by her body language that she had Blaze's complete attention.

"Go on," Blaze said.

"My soul, freely given," Lois Lane said. "In exchange for which you become my ****. To do anything I say within the limits of your power."

Not a twitch, not a movement...but that drop of fluid, whether sweat or something else, beaded on the demon's nipple and hung there.

"That's...too much," Blaze said, but there was a shakiness to her husky voice, and Lois could not repress a grin. "I...you...can't..."

"Is it? That's what you said earlier, isn't it? If it's a deal within your power, you have to take it. So put her there!"

Lois Lane thrust out her hand. Stiffly, mechanically, Blaze's arm began to rise of its own.

"You can take it back," Blaze said as her hand moved to clasp with the reporter's. "It's not too late!"

Lois reached forward and slammed her pink palm into the demon's scarlet hand. Their fingers clasped—and something passed between them, invisible and intangible. Like an electric current.

"It is now," Lois Lane said firmly. "Now, for my first command—****—"