Mara de la Cruz—Breeder

Blaze snapped her fingers. The darkness returned, absolute as complete darkness in a cave...and then it softened into a more natural darkness. A young woman, topless but wearing a pair of dark panties, was lighting candles. The tiny lights revealed a small bedroom, dominated by a single queen-sized bed, newly dressed with dark satin sheets.

Lois was in a corner closet, staring through the slats. She could feel the demon behind her, almost feel the weight of her breasts pressing on her back...but the reporter watched the scene.

The woman was young, dark-skinned, kinky hair cropped close, the palms of her hands pale, a milky-way spatter of vitiligo across her belly and breasts, one nipple an impossible pale pink, the other dark. She was bottom heavy, but carried it well, with meaty thighs and flaring hips, a shelf of an ass that jutted out and hung down, jiggling a little as he walked. The reporter watched her sprinkle rose petals across the bedsheets, spray herself with perfume...

"That isn't Mara de la Cruz," she whispered, then felt ridiculous. Blaze had said they couldn't be heard.

"No," the demon admitted. "That is the girlfriend."

"The...oh."

"Watch." Blaze's breath on Lois' neck was a promise. So the reporter did.

Lois couldn't see the door when it opened. But she saw the dark, topless woman turn and smile, an honest split-mouth grin. Heard the clothes hit the floor, caught glimpses of a figure...tall, with round, muscular shoulders and...a man's face, the barest hint of stubble, dark hair in a crew cut.

In his jeans the man gathered the woman to her and crushed her in his arms, his mouth seeking her shoulder, the hollow of her neck, working his way up to her lips...and she melted in those arms, surrendering to that embrace, going limp as their faces met and wrestled. Then with a playful laugh he tossed her lightly onto the bed.

As he unbuckled his pants, she quickly shucked her panties. The man wasn't wearing underwear, his prominent prick leaping free as he dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. Like a guiding rod, the hard dick pointed the way to his target...and she lay back, eyes burning as she stared at the erect manhood. All for her.

"Miguel de la Cruz. Started taking hormones freshman year. Wanted to have his breasts removed after graduation, make the transition...but he wanted something else." Blaze's voice was in Lois' left ear, as though the demon was looking right over her shoulder, but the reporter couldn't tear her gaze away. "Something more. Something only I could give him."

Miguel was on the bed now, gently spreading his girlfriend's thick thigh open with his hands. Lois stared past hairy buttocks and legs to the swollen testicles hanging down, and the woman's dripping slit underneath. The reporter could see everything as he shuffled forward on his knees, lining her prick up with her hole...and for the first time, she heard the black woman speak.

"Do it...breed me..." Her voice was soft, high-pitched, and almost shuddering with eagerness.

Then he was in her, the cock slipping into the cunt, and the familiar mating dance began. Lois watched, touched beside herself. This wasn't porn, not even of the amateur gonzo variety popular on a thousand internet video sites. The couple made love, unselfconsciously, unaware of being watched, no audience except themselves, no one to please except themselves.

It wasn't all the eager thrusting of a young man, or the passive acceptance of a dead lay. They caressed and kissed, pinched and squeezed...they were exploring each other's bodies, trying to feel good, to make each other feel good.

With a shock, Lois realized her hand was lightly cupping her crotch. She could feel the heat from her own genitals, through the thin coating of dried jizz. The reporter realized what she must look like, standing in a closet, watching a couple fuck, almost touching herself...

"You can go on and rub one out, if you'd like." Blaze's voice was thick with humor. "Enjoy the show. He's bound to inseminate her in a few minutes. Then they'll take a break and keep going...this is baby night."

Lois moved her hand away from her crotch, cheeks flushed. "Is that what she...he wished?"

"Fully functional. A new life, and all the equipment to go with it. To fulfill both of their dreams."

The reporter exhaled hard. "I've seen enough. Show me the next one. Show me..."