Mother's Milk

"There is an antidote—think of it as an antivenom and a vaccine rolled in one. It pries open the chemical receptors in your brain, the ones that the chemicals in my semen connect to. It strips away the addiction, leaving you free and clear. No cravings, no withdrawal; you can guzzle succubus jizz without any lasting effects. And it's permanent: one shot is enough to protect you for a lifetime."

Lois found her gaze sliding down to Blaze's penis again, and with an effort of will tore her gaze back up to focus on the woman's eyes. She could still taste the demon's cum in her mouth.

"I take it there's a catch." The reporter **** herself to relax, study her guest's body language—so far, Blaze wasn't showing any overt signs of hiding anything...in fact, she seemed to like to flaunt her naked body in front of Lois.

"The antidote is only expressed from the milk glands of a current addict." A long tongue flickered out between Blaze's teeth. "I think it's an evolutionary adaptation, to keep children from being born addicted: when the individual is...S-positive, let us say...the milk gland produce the antidote, which is expressed along with the regular milk for the baby. Of course, it also works for anyone else who drinks it... A single lactating addict could cure not only herself, but all of the other women currently craving my jizz."

The demon gave an exaggerated sigh, her bare chest rising and falling, setting her tips to wobbling slightly. She looked the reporter in the eye.

"So, that's the antidote... and to forestall your next question, no, none of the missing women are currently lactating."

Lois' eyes widened as the implications of what Blaze was saying sank in.

"You want me...to lactate."

The question hung in the air between them. Blaze reached down and started idly playing with the foreskin of her cock, running a finger along inside of it.

"Let's say, I'm offering you the opportunity to save yourself and the other women."

"If I were to agree to this." Lois gritted her teeth, mind working in overdrive. "What exactly would it entail?"