Interview Blaze

If I get to choose what we do, the reporter thought, then we're going to do something productive, dammit.

Lois switched her phone into recording mode. She brought in a chair from the kitchen and set it down near the bed. Blaze smoked, watching Lois with amusement.

"So...what is your name? For the record." The reporter said.

"It is impolite to ask a demon for their true name. You may call me Blaze," the scarlet succubus said. "Are you sure you don't want to join me on the bed?"

The demon opened her legs, displaying the long red cock between her thighs. Currently, flaccid, the reporter did her best not to stare at a member that would put most male porn stars to shame.

"No, thank you. Why are you here?"

"You took the bottle from the altar," Blaze said. "Magic follows rules. You invited me in. So here I am."

Lois chewed on that thought. There was a kind of reasoning to it, as twisted as it was. The scarlet succubus began to run her left thumb down the length of her cock, starting at the base and going down to the soft red tip, and then back up again. The reporter tried not to watch her doing it.

"The women who have gone missing...did they take the bottle too?"

Blaze raised an eyebrow at that, and took a long drag on her cigarette before answering. The cancer stick was almost three-quarters gone.

"So you know about them...no, they're back at the club. My little acolytes. They work the club, find men and women willing to make sacrifices to my altar. A slow way to build power, but less likely to attract attention...or so I thought."

"What do they get out of helping you?" Lois asked.

"****. Money. Pleasure. Humans tend to lead such empty lives, full of unspoken, unquenched desires. None of them were really enjoying themselves at university, worrying about bills, the expectations of their parents...I gave them a way out," the cigarette was burned down to the filter now, and the cock was swelling and rising, stiff but almost parallel to the crimson thighs. "Haven't you ever wanted to experiment, Lois? Or is that kind of thing only what bad girls do?"

The demon smiled. Lois Lane was finding it increasingly hard not to look at that dick. She could actually hear the thumb running up and down. "That's what your mother told you, isn't it? When she caught you with that cigarette? That one kind of smoking leads to another? That bad girls smoked, and bad girls smoked cock. Filthy, nasty girls with an oral fixation, degrading themselves as they sucked the cum out of those sweaty, swollen balls. What would she say right now, if she saw you staring at my cock, wondering what it would be like to taste my dick..."

Lois could taste the smoke in the air. It stung her eyes. She remembered her mother's voice with those very same words. Of course, she had never smoked a cigarette...but she had sucked a few cocks...and now her throat felt dry and itchy from the smoke, and the reporter licked her lips, mouth gummy, wanting something to fill it.