Still On The Job

They passed through cinderblock as though walking through a cloud of dim grey smoke, and though the pale light of the flourescents did not penetrate that space, Blaze's footsteps were sure and even in the darkness. Each measure tread sent the demon's erection into Lois a little, the gentle vibration of their walk fucking her gently as they stepped outside the world we know.

All according to plan, Lois thought, heart beating.

The reporter had not begun the night looking to get fucked, and had not headed into the bathroom with any intention to be bred, she did not regret the actions of the last hour—but she still had a job to do. Whatever had happened to those missing women, it was beyond coincidence that a demonic shemale should be lurking in the bathroom of a club where four women had so recently disappeared. There was a connection, Lois was sure of it. And she would get to the bottom of it.

There was a sense of descent. Not from anything Lois could see, because her entire vision was gone, skin weirdly cold. But she sank down more heavily on that infernal prick with each step, and she could feel in her head and the pit of her stomach that general sense that you get in an elevator as it heads below ground. So they went down into darkness...and emerged, finally, into light.

The transition was much like how they had entered. A generally lightening, as of sunlight burning through fog, only there was no sun here. Warm, dry air washed over her skin. Lois blinked and looked around, still clinging to her lover, naked heels brushing Blaze's backside.

The chamber was crude—natural—with touches of carving on the stone walls, a bare electric bulb overhead. A cave someone had turned into temple...or a boudoir. There was a large square slab the size of a queen-sized bed, covered with furs. Blaze walked toward it, her hand slipping down so that a finger rested on Lois' asshole. The reporter squeezed her pussy in response, and the demon did not press farther—but neither did she remove her finger.

"A good idea, my sweet." The shemale's voice was husky, and as Lois turned to face her, she saw the angles of her face were sharper, more defined. As though something was slowly trying to break through from beneath. "This is a more fitting place to ensure your conception."

There was a noise from somewhere off to the side. Which is when Lois realized they weren't alone...