Blaze's Cum Is A Very Potent Aphrodisiac

"We should—go somewhere else," Blaze said as Lois let her cock go with a wet slurp. Instinctively, the reporter gave the shaft a squeeze and saw a pearly grey bead ooze from between the swollen scarlet lips of the dickgirl's piss-slit. The reporter gave it a quick kiss, the tip of her tongue scraping the last little gob of semen inside.

"Why's that?" Lois said, and gave her new toy another squeeze.

"Because the onset time is less than half an hour, and you just got a big, unadulterated dose."

"So...what?" Lois was still on her knees. "I'm just going to start begging for sex? Masturbating in public?"

"I hope not," Blaze's eyes met the reporter's—and just for a second Lois saw the dary iris and pupil disappear, and the eyes were pure white, like she was staring through two holes in Angelica Blaze's face and into an infinite white void beyond. "But you'll want to be somewhere you're comfortable."

Lois snorted, but let go of the cock...which was surprisingly still hard...and got up off her knees, which had begun to ache.

"Fine. We can go to my apartment. But no funny business!"

The dickgirl tucked her cock away and stood up. "Lay on, MacDuff."

It was a twenty-minute walk from the park to Lois Lane's building. Unable to stop herself, Lois asked questions as they walked. About her battles with Superman. The nature of hell. Sexual experiences. Blaze answered, sometimes with a little less detail than Lois would have liked, but never shrinking away from answering the question. It was a long list of crimes...or maybe sins; Lois was on shaky theological ground when it came to demons. On the other hand, it also sounded like no one had ever given Blaze a break, and she had never tried to have a real relationship with anyone in all her centuries of life. It was like talking to a fifty-year-old virgin...well, not exactly a virgin...

Lois could still taste the cum in her mouth. Felt it in her stomach, like a shot of tequila on a cold night. A gentle warmth that spread out from some point just below and behind her sternum. Not unpleasant, but definitely not what Lois expected from swallowing cum.

Then again, she reflected. Haven't I felt like this all night? Not to this degree, but I definitely did a lot of things I wouldn't normally do. Maybe it's been affecting me all along, and I just never realized it.

The reporter reflected on that...and blushed, at the thought that all night she had been sipping semen, like the plot of a bad pornographic movie, and...

The blush didn't die away. It spread. Lois Lane blinked, her eyebrows suddenly hot. She felt a little feverish and light-headed. Like the onset of the flu, or...well, like when she was drunk and horny.

"Feeling okay?" Blaze asked.

"Fine," Lois lied. "Building's right up ahead. Now, you said you fought Shazam..."

"Captain Marvel," Blaze corrected.

"They're calling him Shazam now."

"That's stupid; he has to say the magic word to transform! If he just went around saying it, he'd be—"

Lois Lane's knees shook as something wet dribbled down her inner thighs—and it wasn't Blaze's outrage at what the particular magical hero she was going off about that was causing it. The reporter's nipples pressed against her bra, hard as they had ever been, and when she tripped...she swore she tripped, her ankle skewing sideways at just the right moment...Blaze reached out and caught her with an arm.

The reporter clung to it like a drowning woman.

"Damn heels," she said, not letting go. "It's not far now. What was that you were saying about Sobek? That's an Egyptian god, right?"

Lois clung to that arm as she walked back to her apartment. Smiled at the doorman, and hoped he wouldn't notice how flushed her face was, the sweat that she could feel bead up on her upper lip and forehead, trickle down her ribs. Almost unconsciously, she began squeezing her pussy...as if she was trying to rub the lips together. At least while she was holding onto Blaze's arm, Lois could keep from touching herself in public.