Sit On The Man

Somewhat guiltily, Lois leveraged herself up onto the folded body of the man. The way the "chair" was arranged, the flaccid penis was at the back of the chair; the reporter was literally sitting in his lap. Lois debated, briefly, how best to handle the situation—then reached a decision.

Careful not to put her cum-covered hands or fingers directly on the man's prick, Lois sat as far forward on his knees as possible, with legs spread. She could already see the white drips and globs on the fair skin of her "seat" and wondered what the man would dream about... would he wake to think he had the greatest wet dream of his life?

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Lois turned her attention to the woman across from her. It wasn't the body of a model, exactly; though she was thin and shapely, there was meat on her curves, wide hips and a generous ass, proud breasts that might have been fake if not for the slightest hint of teardrop sag, and the curling horns that rose up just beyond the hair line.

"A good choice," the red-skinned woman answered, with a sultry smile. "But let's lose the clothes."

Without smoke, without flame or heat, Lois looked down to see her jizz-stained clothes crumpled and consumed as though by an invisible fire. The reporter batted briefly at the line of burning cloth, but they came to ashes in her hands, a grey-black dust that flaked and fell off her...wherever it didn't stick to the cum on her bare skin.

Within moments, her bra and panties ahd collapsed and fallen away, and Lois sat there naked across from the woman.

The reporter drew herself up. Tired and nude as she was, she was a professional, and this was an interview. She was not about to be embarrassed or intimidated.

"If you don't mind, let's start with the basics. Who are you?" She stared into the woman's eyes. The tiara shadowed her face, but the irisless eyes within seemed to glow with their own light, and Lois found it difficult to tell exactly what the demoness was looking at.

"I've gone by many names," the woman said. "And most of them would mean nothing to you. Call me Blaze."

Lois watched Blaze as she spoke, and noticed offhandedly that she was sitting on the edge of her chair—and though Lois wasn't normally one to look at another woman's crotch, her eyes flickered down and caught a flash of red—but Blaze leaned forward on the glass table top, her arms crossed and her generous crimson bosom resting on top of them, blotting that out from view. One question in, and Lois knew her interviewee was hiding something...

"This is all your doing?" Lois cut to the chase. "The missing women, that pit of jizz, these people—you're the one behind it?"

"Oh yes," Blaze said, with a long slow blink. "It's my new enterprise. I saw an opportunity and decided to get in on the ground floor."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain that?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Blaze smiled, and Lois realized she had fallen for another, more subtle trap—letting the interviewee guide the conversation. The reporter knew she should have pressed the question, asked why and how, but now she had to wait for Blaze to answer, then try and regain the initiative.

Worse, she could feel something poking into her ass. At a guess, she'd say her chair's member was waking up...and if she could feel it sitting out here, he must be fairly well-endowed indeed.

"Succubi subsist on sexual energy," Blaze explained. "One that can only be harvested from living humans. The more sex, the more power. Unfortunately, there are certain physical limits on a given succubus' power—only so many holes, the male refractory period, maximum chakra storage limits—I won't bore you with the technical details. But there are ways around that, if you're clever, resourceful, and willing to take a few risks..."

Lois felt something nudge her nether lips, and frowned at the feeling that she was sitting astride a warm rod, nuzzling her pussy from underneath. That was impossible. He'd have to be...at least a foot long, or more. The reporter stared at the woman with exasperation.

"What do you want?"