My Name Is Lois Loveman

The name came out before Lois could think of anything better. She clamped her mouth shut, sure that the obvious lie would be caught...

...except something shifted. Astride the demon's cock, the outlines of everything suddenly blurred and seemed to move while staying still. Lois didn't know how to describe the sudden sensation she was feeling...the sense of being stretched out, of things moving around her, with only Blaze's cock in her pussy the constant...

...and then everything snapped back into place.

Lois Loveman took a deep breath.

She hadn't told anyone her real name in a long time. There had been a Lois Lane, once—she had seen the birth certificate. Died seven days after birth. Lois Loveman had built her life around that lie. A military brat who started hooking right after highschool, the only way to get out of the shitty town her drunk father had ended up in after his dishonorable discharge. Her friend Lucy had joined her, and they'd billed themselves as sisters—the clients liked that, being able to fuck the older and young sister together.

Then that night they'd hit it big—he'd died of a heart attack in the middle of it, and they'd let the swamp take his body. Drained his credit cards dry, pawned his rolex—and used that to buy new identities. No one knew Lois Loveman, just Lois Lane, the clean-cut college student who majored in journalism. Lucy had joined the army, the two women still using one another as a reference, keeping up appearances.

All the years since—graduating college, getting a job, climbing the ranks at the Daily Planet—everything that had led her here had been her cover. Lois Loveman, the whore that had pretended to be a reporter. Now here she was, right back where she started, taking money for sex...getting knocked up by a trick, just like her own mother...

A single tear ran down her cheek, as if she had lost something profound, but didn't know why.

"Thank you," Blaze said. "I do appreciate the honesty. Quite a fitting name, too."

A red finger stabbed the enter key. Dully, Lois glanced at the screen and saw the transfer had gone through. She felt sick to her stomach...although part of that might be the cock stirring her up.

Perhaps there was something left of the old Lois Lane inside of her, despite the way Blaze's magic had retroactively changed her life. Or perhaps the journalistic instincts that the new Lois Loveman had, combined with her experiences as a prostitute, saw an opening, an opportunity. A possibility that the strange connection between them worked both ways. Maybe she was just curious...

As innocently as she could, Lois asked Blaze a question.