Show Me The Missing Women First

Blaze's eye twitched. "I am...moments away from cumming." She snarled.

"Don't care." Lois huffed. "I want to see that they're okay. After that, you can cum in me as much as you want."

"You blueballing...aargh!" Blaze snarled. "Your word. No more conditions. You see them, and then I can cum in you as much as I want."

"Fill me right to the brim," Lois promised and crossed her heart.

With great ****, the shemale stepped backward, pulling her throbbing cock out of the reporter. A line of fluids hung between their genitals for a moment, before falling onto the floor with a splat.

Blaze took a deep breath, hands clenching. Lois slid off the counter and began to pick up her clothes. After a tense moment, her lover began to do likewise, muttering under her breath. The shemale was trying to slip into a black one-piece dress, but her throbbing erection was providing difficulties, tenting out the fabric. The reporter watched in some amusement as the demon worked to maneuver her erection into some semblance of order, but it still made a noticeable bulge in front of her dress.

"You must really want to knock me up," Lois teased as she pulled her jacket on over her ruined shirt, zipping it up just enough to preserve her modesty.

"I have desired nothing else since you got here," the shemale admitted, softly. Something about the way she said it made Lois' heart flutter. It was almost...touching.

Once they were dressed, Blaze turned to the door to lead the way—and the reporter slipped her arm in the crook of her lover's elbow, pressing herself close. Lois could sense Blaze's tension, and smiled to herself. She had always been a bit of a tease, but she was also a woman of her word...and she was fully intending on feeling that cock unload in her cunt. The reporter was practically dripping at the thought of it. But before that, she needed to know what had really happened to the missing women...to see if they were okay...

So arm in arm they strolled into the club, around the dance floor, all eyes on the couple—Blaze with her obvious erection, Lois' hair and makeup all mussed up, pussy almost squelching with each step—the reporter could feel those judgmental gazes, caught the flash of each smirk, those that knew she had been fucked and would be fucked again...very shortly.

Blaze nodded to Maria as they passed the bar—and then they were away from the noise, in the employee-only spaces, and Lois' lover stopped before a plain, unmarked door. She placed a hand against it, and then hesitated.

"Last chance," Lois' lover said. "The women are beyond this door. If you see them, I will hold you to your word. You will be bound by your oath, unable to deny me. I will breed you...as much and as long as I please. If you have any second thoughts..."

Lois slipped her hand out of Blaze's arm, reached down to rest her hand on that hard erection tenting out the dark dress. The warm heat of it was radiating through the fabric, a dark wet stain spreading from the tip.

"I always keep my promises," the reporter countered. "And I want the truth."

"Let us hope you can handle it." Blaze retorted, as she pushed open the door.