Pleasure Before Business

Angelica's lips closed on the reporter's clit, and for a little while Lois Lane entirely forgot the reason for her night out. It had been too long since she had sex, and here she was in a desert at night, the moon full above, and a strange, beautiful woman was lapping at her cunny like the cat that got the tuna. The reporter leaned back and arched her back, her hands tussling themselves in Angelica Blaze's black mane. The long hair was oily, scented with some sweet-smelling balm, and Lois struggled to hold on as the face dived down and up, down and up, now digging the tongue deep into her cleft, now letting the tip play lightly over clit and urethra, then back again...

The reporter's hands clasped onto something hard, smooth, cool. She opened her eyes and stared at her lover...and the dark horns that now curled back from her forehead. In the moonlight, Lois shivered as she saw the scarlet tint of Blaze's skin...and when the woman raised her dripping chin, licking her lips, the pure white eyes, without pupil or iris, seemed to stare straight through the reporter and into her very soul.

Normally, Lois might have focused on the demonic appearance...but it was the erect cock that rose between the slim hips that caught her attention. In the coolness of the desert night, the reporter's cunt felt hot...wet...her whole body tensed and ready and eager...and the demon's dick stood ready and waiting, beautiful in its own way in the shadows and moonlight.

"What do you say, Lois?" Blaze slid forward, her breasts brushing across the reporter's cool skin, until the aching hardness of that cock lay against the steaming cunny. The reporter was still holding onto her horns, and the demon's movement mean that Lois had to raise her arms, to permit that face to draw near her own, breath smelling of the woman's own cunt-juices. "Are you ready?"

Lois hesitated. Her rational brain fought against her body's instincts. She wanted so much to give in...but more than that, she was curious.

"I want an interview," Lois said. Her legs slid over Blaze's, thighs clamping on thighs. "No holds barred, everything on the record, no pussying out."

Blaze smiled...showing her teeth. They looked very sharp, in the moonlight.

"Of course, sweetmeat."

Then the hips shifted, and Lois felt that familiar sensation of weight and pressure on her cunny...and the next moment the cock slipped inside of her, and Lois sighed...and wondered, belatedly, and somewhat absurdly, if the demon was wearing a condom.