Resist

Pain began to gnaw at Lois' gut, but she stood her ground, determined not to take one more step forward toward the demon...or her dick.

"The cocktails you doctored at the club...did you give them to the missing women?" The reporter said through clenched teeth.

Blaze cocked her head to the side. "So you know about the others. Interesting."

One red hand reached down and lifted her prick, peeling back the scarlet foreskin, showing more of the dark purple head underneath.

"Yes," the demoness said as she began to rub her limp shaft. "They came, they drank. Like you, they made their way downstairs, to my...little home away from home. Their thirst drove them there, and it keeps the there."

"For what purpose?" Lois lutched her stomach as the pain suddenly hit her. It was like a cramp, threatening to fold her in two, but she stood her ground, watching the demon as the cock swelled and grew in her hand...

Those glowing eyes winked out, momentarily, leaving only darkness in their wake...and then came back. Lois realized that the demon had blinked.

"Still on your feet. Magnificent." The cock was hard now, and Lois saw it was more of a shower than a grower—perhaps nine inches long, fat and swollen around the middle as wide as Lois' wrist—but that still made it larger than the biggest partner the reporter had ever had. "They serve whatever purpose I wish. That is the point. They drink of me. They need it. My essence is so infused in their systems they would die without me. They love me."

Sweat broke out on Lois' forehead as she saw the cock standing tall and proud, the precum flowing over the swollen head, and the smell...it was the same smell that had been in the bottle she had stolen. Lois could almost taste it... and realized that was what Blaze was going for. All smell is particulate, the demoness was trying to control her.

Anger flared through Lois at the realization. A surge of adrenaline that pushed back the pain in her gut, the need that gnawed at her stomach and made her pussy itch, her mouth drool at the merest whiff of taste in the air...

"You call that love?" The reporter said, acid and venom in her voice. "You're...drugging them. Making them addicted to your cum. Controlling them. That isn't love. You're just a petty...****. I doubt you could even get laid without your powers. When was the last time you had to do anything without resort to magic, or whatever?"

Blaze's lips drew back into a snarl, exposing white teeth like fangs.

"You dare...mortal bitch!"

The movement was faster than Lois could follow. One moment Blaze was sitting on the bed, stroking her dick, and the next Lois was slammed into the bedroom wall, hard enough for the wind to be knocked out of her. A hand grabbed her throat, pinning the reporter, and digging into her stomach she could feel the swollen tip of the demon's dick, leaving trails of slime on her abdomen.

Blaze's face encompassed Lois's vision, so close the reporter could smell her breath—a familiar odor that Lois recognized from boyfriends after they had spent some time between her legs, and had wanted a kiss. It was like the taste of her own pussy.

"S-see?" Lois choked out the words. "C-can't do it. Y-you don't want l-love. Y-you want sl-aves. B-bet you...bet you can't..." darkness was creeping around the edges of Lois' vision, as Blaze's fingers tightened. She knew her next words might be her last.