Open & Honest

The dickgirl took a breath. She looked around at the club, the people.

"Take a walk?"

They headed out. Together.

Angelica Blaze seemed to hesitate, wait until they got away from the club...to where the crowd thinned, and for long blocks there was no-one out there except themselves.

"My mother was a demon. My father was the wizard Shazam. You know his contemporary disciple...the hero sometimes called Captain Marvel..."

She spoke, sometimes haltingly, searching her memories, deciding how to discuss certain things. Lois listened, asked the occasional question. Blaze spoke of her brother, Satanus. Of being queen of Hell. Fighting Superman. The terrible emptiness that had driven her out of Hell, to form this club. The reporter could tell that she was skipping centuries of experience, yet to her ears it sounded remarkably...honest.

"What was your plan this time? Why the club? Why the gloryhole?"

"I..." Blaze coughed. "You're going to think this is weird."

The reporter smirked. "Honey, this is Metropolis. Try me."

"There was this prophecy. Parts of it were pretty graphic. They said...I'd find a mortal womb in which to plant my seed, and it would find a treasure greater than any throne in Hell."

"So that's why you were at the gloryhole?" Lois said, unable to suppress a smile. "Sowing your wild oats?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Blaze didn't blush, exactly, but she looked sheepish for a moment. "I saw you come in. When you went for the drink, I told the bartender to give you a special."

"What are in those, anyway?" Lois asked.

"My semen, basically. Acts as a kind of aphrodisiac. Increased bloodflow to the genitals, loosens up involuntary sphincters, lowers inhibitions, a bit like MDMA, but no risk of heart attack."

"Great Caesar's ghost! I drank...I don't know how many of those," Lois mimed gagging, but she couldn't keep a smile off of her face. Somehow, it didn't seem as gross or violating to her as she knew it should have been.

"It's really not..." Blaze chewed her lip. "I thought you might need it. To get in the mood. Superman's girlfriend and all."

"I'm not Superman's girlfriend. Not anyone's." Lois said, adamantly.

"Do you want to be?" Blaze asked. "Someone's girlfriend, I mean."

"You're just looking for a womb to impregnate."

"Not...just." Blaze hesitated. "Look, I'm not saying that the sex wasn't great..."

"Good."

"...but if you'd like it to be...more than sex..." that sheepish look crossed Blaze's features again. She left the statement unfinished.

Lois Lane looked at the dickgirl. Their walk had taken them out of the warehouse district, far from the club, to one of Metropolis' parks. The dark waters of the duckpond were on their left, lapping gently. The reporter looked out over them, wondering where the ducks went at night...

It could all be an act, she told herself. A long con, a seduction. She is a literal demon. Told me so herself. Why would she admit that, unless she was actually opening up?

"Is your cum really an aphrodisiac?" Lois asked.

"When taken orally, yes."

The reporter's eyes narrowed. There was one way to make sure at least part of Blaze's story was true.

"Prove it."

"What?" Blaze tilted her head to the side.

"There's no one around. Whip it out. I'll suck your dick."

"Are you...sure?"

Lois moved forward and slapped her hand against Blaze's pants. She could feel the heat of those balls through the fabric, see the tip of the dick poking out of the waistband, at least half-hard already.

"Yeah. I want to put this magic jizz to the test."