Have A Soul-Searching Mini-Freak-Out

Demons exist. Heaven and Hell exist. I really should have gone to church.

The "bath" was a subterranean complex, all gleaming beige tile and three walk-in baths. One was kept tepid, one blood-warm and steaming, and the third cold. Blaze helped the naked reporter down the steps into the tepid pool. Lois wasn't sure where her clothes or Blaze's had gone. The scarlet-skinned succubus let her sink into the lukewarm waters up to her chin, and began to comb the reporter's hair.

I fucked a demon. My immortal soul is probably damned for eternity. And I didn't use protection.

Blaze sat behind her. As the reporter's hair spread out over the waters, the horned shemale took a natural sponge and reached out to scrub the reporter's arms. Lois let her body's natural bouyancy take over, her body rising almost left, the tops of her breasts just broke the surface as her violet eyes stared up at the smooth vaults of the ceiling. They were a series of arches, like beneath an ancient monastery or cathedral.

I came to a strange club, found a brothel, pretended to be a whore, agreed to be impregnated...what the fuck was a thinking? Why didn't I at least use a condom!? Get an IUD?

Lois couldn't see the cloud that must have been Blaze's jizz oozing out of her pussy into the surrounding waters. The demon hummed something as her wet red arms stretched out to scrub the reporter's breasts. Her view of the ceiling was eclipsed as Blaze reached further, her own small dangling boobs with their small pink nipples, puffy and conical like unripe strawberries, fell into view.

What am I going to tell Dad? Or my sister? Clark Kent...SUPERMAN!? He's going to think I'm a slut...they're all going to think I'm Satan's own whore...

Blaze slid deeper into the bath, on Lois Lane's right-hand side. One hand lightly touched the small of the reporter's back, so that Lois could just spread her arms and legs and float there, the ceiling back in view. The happy humming echoed strangely in the cavernous chamber, and Lois felt her cheeks flush as the sponge ran between her legs, the still-sensitive clit and labia...and Lois could feel Blaze's jizz inside of her still.

"I've ruined my life," Lois said, if only to hear her own voice. Her demon lover stopped humming.

"Now, sweetmeat, don't think like that," Blaze said. "After all, you did want children, didn't you?"

"Eventually," Lois conceded.

"Someone that would be there throughout the pregnancy?" Blaze said. "Help out financially? Take care of you and the babies?"

"Well, yeah," Lois admitted.

"Someone utterly in lust with your body, that would fulfill your every sexual need?" Blaze took the sperm-soaked sponge away and tossed it into a bucket at the edge of the pool.

"Maybe?" Lois said as her forehead furrowed. "I just...didn't think the person who would knock me up would be you. I mean, we hardly know each other."

"Too true," Blaze said, then slid her other arm under the reporter's knees. "Now: hot bath or cold bath?"