Lois Will Take Her Chances As A Human

"Slightly damned sounds like slightly pregnant," Lois Lane said, with a shake of her head. "I'll take my chances as a human. Take me to their apartment. I need to interview them."

Angelica Blaze frowned.

"But...if you miscarry..." the demonic dickgirl said.

"Then I guess you'll have to fuck another one in me," Lois said with a smile, and booped Blaze in the snoot with her index finger. "Unless you think you're immortal pecker can't do the pecking?"

The demon blinked, slowly. Lois could tell she had never been booped before. The reporter put it on her mental checklist to do again. The expression on Blaze's face, as if the world had suddenly gone slightly wrong, was priceless.

Yet it worked. Minutes later they had taken an elevator and a back stairwell and were on the street, out of the club, into the night air. Blaze in her human form. Lois Lane dressed, with a pussy full of cum that squelched at every step. The reporter could tell that either Blaze was an amazing actor, or she was truly shocked when Lois threaded her arm inside of her's. The demonic dickgirl looked shaken and uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Lois asked.

"Nothing," Blaze tried to lie, but then her brow knitted. "I'm just not used to...familiarity."

"We fucked like half an hour ago!" Lois said. The cool night air refreshed the reporter. She was often wired and energetic after sex, and for some reason now she felt great. Exuberant. High on life. She had a lead on her case, and a demon on her arm. Tomorrow there would be worries about babies and pregnancy and having literally fucked a Satanic shemale, but for right here and now she was alive and on the case.

Blaze led on, out of the warehouse district, to a nearby apartment building that had seen better decades. A few blocks away was Suicide Slum, the real tenements where the lowest of the low in Metropolis congregated, but this was nowhere near that bad. No broken street lights or bullet holes in the cement, just cracked and flaking paint, the occasional boarded up window, elaborate graffiti.

The demon seemed to know where she was going. Lois wondered how much Blaze had told her was true, and how much was false. Yet Blaze didn't seem afraid of what lay ahead. The reporter kept a watchful eye on her lover out of her peripheral vision.

She's worried about me, Lois realized. She showed her true self to me, and didn't scare me off. I think that's freaking her out a little. Maybe I can use that...

The reporter's thoughts were cut off as they arrived at apartment 93. One of the screws had come out, so the 9 hung upside down, like a 6.

Blaze knocked.