Marry Me

Gently, Blaze stood up, helping Lois to her feet. The bare bathroom tall reeked of sex, Lois' clothes were scattered on the floor, demonic spunk still dripped from her sore and well-fucked puss.

The naked shemale knelt down on one knee, her hard cock pointing up a if yearning for Lois' natch, taking Lois' left hand between both of her own, and stared up at her.

"Marry me."

The voice was quiet, unforced, yet heartfelt. There was nothing in it of a command, no pride, no breathy whisper of seduction. Her dark hair fell back from her high, fine brow, those dark eye seeking in Lois' own for an answer.

The reporter' heart skipped a beat. As a career woman, the idea of marriage...children...had been so distant from her day-to-day life. She had known, and sometimes brooded on, the passage of days, the fertile time of her life, the biological clock ticking away...and on lonely night she had lain awake in bed, staring at the darkness, missing the simple companionship and warmth of another body. A friend, a helpmeet, someone to greet her with a smile before the dawn and after sunset. Had seen her friends go off after college and, one by one, pair off, fall into domesticity, juggle husbands and children, divorce and infidelity, infertility and mortgages and all the other thousand complications of being with someone.

Lois squeezed the hand, the familiar warmth of it. Her stomach throbbed, a familiar, pleasant ache that promised more to come. The reporter knew what she wanted to say...but she took a breath, and calmed herself. This was not a storybook romance, or some Bronte novel—and there was more at stake. Twelve lives: the four women, the seven within her, and Lois' one.

"Two things, before I answer."

Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"Release the women first." Lois found her voice catch in her throat, but wrestled it down. "And show me your true form."

"I release them," Angelica Blaze' voice was formal and marked with a strange cadence, so that it seemed to reverberate without echoes, "by my name, and the names of those above and below who are masters of darkness and light, from all pact and service, from all fetter and thirst. They shall eat of my bread no longer, they shall drink of me no more." She paused. "They are below, but they will pass beyond these walls without harm. You will see it, I promise."

Lois exhaled. "And the second?"

Blaze looked blankly at her for a moment...and then it seemed to Lois she was different. Not that he had moved a muscle, or changed in any way, but that Lois was seeing her truly for the first time.

Her skin was a deep, dark crimson, like old blood dried to a scab, yet somewhat shiny like latex. The breasts were a little smaller, a little flatter; the body lot some of its gently suggestion of curves, so the wiry muscle stood out a little more, giving a greater suggestion of thinness. The face was the same, but the eyes were dark pits, and curling up from the brow were two great dark horns. Between her legs, that same strange cock stood, a strangely familiar and reassuring sight. The hand that clasped Lois' own ended not in true nails, but dark talons.

"I..." her canines were more pronounced, her voice a trifle deeper "I did not think you would care for this form."

Instinctively, Lois lifted her foot, and rubbed the underside of Blaze's shaft with her toe. The cock was so fat that he could not grasp it with her toes, even if he wanted to, except perhaps near the tip. She could feel Blaze's cum dripping down her leg...the throbbing in her cunt...the too-full feeling in her belly that perhaps he simply imagined, but she thought not...and knew what her answer would be.