Deceitfully

"I'm an alien from another planet," the demon said, with a completely straight face.

Lois digested this as she sipped her cocktail. In truth, she hadn't been expecting that—but neither was it terribly surprising, now that she thought about it. After all, wasn't that basically Superman's origin? It would certainly explain Angelica's anatomical differences. Human hermaphrodites were typically sterile, and even human transwomen often suffered from sexual dysfunction. A fully functional dickgirl was something that normally only existed in Japanese porn and online erotic fiction.

"So...did you come here as a baby, or...?" The reporter prompted. She was still interested in the missing women, but this was too good of a story to pass up. Besides which, there was the possibility that they were connected.

"Oh, I've been around for a while," Blaze said with that half-secret smile.

"What have you been doing, then?" Lois asked.

"Looking for someone. You know how women of your species feel the biological clock ticking?"

The reporter nodded. She'd have been lying if she didn't admit that she'd thought about that kind of thing herself. Women only had so many reproductive years, and it was often hell to go through a late pregnancy—but also a major disruption to life and career to get pregnant too early. Still, she was past thirty...another decade and she might not even be able to have kids...

"Same thing happens with my species," Angelica said. "We get to a certain age and we look to breed."

"Is that what we were doing in the toilets?" Lois half-joked, as she set her empty glass down on the bar. She shook her head, suddenly aware of the ****. It wasn't like her to drink that much that fast.

"Yes," the dickgirl said. "You would be a perfect woman to bear my children. Not like the others."

"Othersh?" Lois frowned as she slurred the word. Blaze took her by the hand and led her over to the loveseat near the desk.

"I'm the only one of my species on this planet," Angelica said as she sat Lois down. "I'm so lonely. Do you know what that's like?"

The reporter blinked as her heels were slipped off her feet. Blaze began to massage them.

"Yessh." Lois managed. She thought of Superman again.Thought about him being the last of his kind. Once, she had fantasied about their life together—she could have been the mother of a new race. Of course, there was Supergirl now, and Superboy and all the Kryptonians in Kandor, and the Phantom Zone and Daxam and...well, it wasn't like he was the only Kryptonian, for all that he was the "Last Son of Krypton."

Hands were tugging the reporter's tight pants off.

"The other women, they tried to run when I told them what I wanted of them. I took their memories and left them to wander among the city's homeless. But I still needed to find someone to help me preserve my species...and here you are."

"Yep," Lois affirmed. Amnesia...that would explain where the missing women went. The reporter knew she should ask follow-ups, where the women went and when. If she scoured the homeless shelters, she might still be able to find them.

The pants came off. Lois was sitting bare-assed on the couch. Her cunny was still sticky and gooey. Angelica stood up, and Lois realized that somewhere in their conversation the dickgirl's clothes had disappeared too. The big cock and its heavy testicles stood hard and ready.

"Would you like to see my true form, Lois?" Blaze says. "I only show it to the women I breed."