The Truth

"Is this what you did to the other women?"

Lois' voice was quiet, yet earnest, her hands gently stroking her belly, imagining the seven lives within. She stared into her lover's eyes. Angelica Blaze blinked...and wavered. For a moment her dark, Mediterranean complexion was a fiery red, and horns jutted up from her brow.

"How long have you known?" The shemale's own voice was carefully neutral.

"Fully functional hermaphrodites don't exist in nature." Lois lowered one hand to cup Blaze's testicles, one finger slipping underneath to touch the pussy lips beneath. "I figured you were part of it. Then you showed your hand with the magic...but I guess you had gotten what you wanted by then." The reported gave the testicles a gentle squeeze. "So did I. Now answer the question."

"The women are downstairs. They...serve me."

Lois cocked an eyebrow. "As breeders? Your personal harem?"

Blaze snorted. "No. None of them have the..." She gritted her teeth. "It is difficult to explain. You have such...potential. Your spirit. Your will. Your body. You could be the mother of heroes. Gods."

"Or demons," Lois frowned, idly tracing the fine scratches below her belly button.

"Chained in heaven are they. Seven is their number. Bred in depths of ocean, neither male nor female are they. They are as the howling wind..." Blaze recited, placing her own hand over Lois'.

"What is that?"

"A prophecy. A very old prophecy."

"You planned this." The reporter's voice was accusatory.

"No. I took advantage of an opportunity." The demon's lips pressed against Lois' neck. "In that moment, I would have given you anything, for what you have given me."

There was a moment of silence, and Lois could feel those balls pulse in her hand, warm and oddly familiar. Her hand felt good, like it was meant to be there.

"I want something more." Lois spoke at last. "The women. Let them go. Whatever spell you have them under, whatever has happened...release them."

Now Blaze hesitated, and when she spoke again, it was with measured words.

"I will do what you ask. They shall return to their lives, with no memory of this place, unharmed and unaffected. In return..."