I Want To Talk To The Women

"I want to hear it from them. Know they're okay. Get my story." Lois Lane said.

"How selfless," Blaze said. "But that's not what I meant. Look in the mirror. It reflects reality."

The reporter looked.

The demon had shifted her stance. Lois was on her knees, lower back arched to poke her stomach out and make it look more prominent. The purple head of a crimson cock poked out between the top of the reporter's thighs, so that she could feel the heat of it along her vulva. The scarlet hands reached up to cup and lift her breasts as if presenting them...and the fair, so stark and plain, with its high cheek bones and pure white eyes, the dark horns curling up off of that regal forehead, the wild black hair as dark as Lois Lane's own, but curly where the reporter's was straight, peeked out from over the pregnant woman's shoulder.

"It would be better for the child," the demon's lips moved in the mirror. "If its parents got along."

"I don't want...anything from you," Lois said. Yet her body did not move. Her eyes seemed fixed on the mirror. A part of her couldn't but look for any signs of the pregnancy. Were her nipples any less pink than they had been? The breasts a little puffier? The cleft of her vulva split and spread over the red prick as it began to gently move back and forth.

"Ah, but that's not true, is it? Look at your body, Lois. You know how to read people. What is it telling you?"

Unable to tear her gaze away, the reporter looked—and she saw the clear juices dripping out of her cunt over that stiff prick, the way her nipples and clitoris were erect, the flush across her chest and cheeks, and her eyes...

Those violet eyes stared into each other, where her own reflection were mirrored in the dark irises. An infinite mirror, but she could see how big and black the irises were, dilated with sexual arousal. Her whole body was primed for sex, and Lois felt herself begin to shake, the breath hot in her lungs, lips opening to let it escape, but her heart was pounding, her cunt...her cunt was so hot...

"You'll talk to them Lois. But be honest with yourself. Your body wants to fuck me. You want to fuck me. So why...don't...you...fuck...me?"

The demon drew her cock back once again, the flared ridge of the head brushing the reporter's clit as it went past. Lois gasped...and fell forward, her face almost planted against the glass. Small tits with hard nips were pressed into her back, and Blaze was looking over her shoulder, the weight of her body pressed against Lois Lane as she stared into her own eyes, getting lost in the dark reflections.

"Say it," Blaze said, and for the first time Lois could hear the burning need in the demon's voice. "Say it!"