Have A Heart-To-Heart (While Getting Bathed)

The stopped went in the drain. The hand turned the spigot. Hot water splashed into the bottom of the tub.

"Look...Blaze," Lois said. "I'm a reporter."

"The best reporter," the dickgirl said with a grin.

"I came here tonight because four women have gone missing at this club."

"Whores," Blaze rolled her eyes. "Decided they could make more money fucking than going to school. Which, in this economy..."

"My point is," Lois broke in. "I didn't...come here to get knocked up, or be your queen or whatever. I mean, I've only known you for about six hours and twenty minutes, and for most of that time we've been lying to each other. Not exactly a great start to a relationship."

Hot water lapped at the reporter's raw, sore cunt and she hissed, scootching her butt away from it. Blaze quietly turned the cold tap and brought forth a large, pale yellow natural sponge.

"I wouldn't know," she said. "I haven't had much in the way of real relationships."

Lois wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"What I'm saying is, I can't be...what you want me to be."

The demon slid the warm, wet sponge against the reporter's belly, gently scrubbing away at the dried cum.

"You are pregnant," Blaze said. "I did not lie about that. Do you want to abort our child?"

Lois gritted her teeth. "You can't know that."

That secret smile flared briefly on the dickgirl's face. "I do. Answer the question."

"I..." the reporter shook her head. The water, warm but not as blistering hot as it had been, was lapping at her pussy now. A grey cloud of splooge was polluting the water, all that endless amount of jizz flowing out of her pussy. This was all insane.

"I love Superman." she said, weakly.

"Do you?" Blaze asked. "And what would he say, if he found you like this? Knocked up, getting bathed by one of his most dangerous enemies..."

A raucous guffaw burst forth from the reporter's lips.

"Oh, Angie. Don't believe your own hype. I'm sure you're powerful, but Superman has thrown down with Darkseid. You're in the rogue's gallery, I'm sure, but..."

With unexpected roughness, the sponge dipped between the reporter's legs, roughly scraping against her fucked-raw labia.

"But I, and I alone, have impregnated his beloved!" The demon growled.

"See? That's what I'm talking about," Lois said. "You don't love me, you just wanted to fuck me as some cockamamie plan to get back at Superman. Why don't you just fuck him, and save us all the...trouble..."

Lois saw the dark eyes grow wide...and the smug smile turned into a shit-eating grin. The reporter felt her blood run cold as the demon dropped the sponge in the tub.

"Indeed. Why don't I fuck him?"