Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What is Blaze's price?

Blaze Wants Lois To Cook Her A Meal

"...in nothing but an apron," Blaze said. "I want to see you barefoot and in a kitchen. As is proper."

Lois Lane almost said no. Even with the pain in her ass. Yet it was such a deceptively simple price to pay. Just a bit of her dignity.

I can't even cook, Lois thought.

"Alright. Now fix me," Lois said, trying to keep her voice neutral.

The reporter saw Blaze's left hand move to her rigid red prick, embedded balls deep in the human woman's torn and bleeding ass. A razor-sharp black nail drew a line against the demon's scarlet skin, just at the base of her prick—and Lois watched as a dark, almost black, blood oozed out of the cut, running down to mingle with Lois Lane's own blood, and then to seep around her asshole.

Lois couldn't see what happened next, due to her vantage point. Couldn't see the tears heal, or the pale pink anus turn a familiar red like dyed leather. She could only feel the pain fade, the panic still...and while her ass burned from the thick cock stretching it out, the relief was immediate.

"Now," Blaze said. "Let's go to your place."

Bound by her word, Lois Lane couldn't exactly argue as the demon pulled her cock out her ass. As they left the club together, Angelica Blaze back in her human seeming, Lois Lane's heart was heavy. She didn't cook and had no food at home to make a meal...and her ass, though it didn't hurt, continued to burn. Unseen, the demon blood slowly spread out, a dark taint now running through Lois Lane's veins.

They arrived at the reporter's apartment just as a woman arrived with bags of groceries.

"For our meal," Blaze said, handing the woman a generous tip as Lois, nervous and feeling oddly light-headed, thighs rubbing against each other, opened the door to her apartment and ushered Blaze into the small kitchen. As Lois never entertained, the small round table had only two chairs. The demon's gaze swept through the small apartment and nodded.

"Now. My price," the demon said, her lips curling up into a smile. "Strip, and make me a steak, woman."

For a moment, Lois Lane's spine stiffened, and she thought she might disobey...but she had given her word.