Succumb

Lois could feel the need eat at her as she stared at the one-eyed monster...hating herself for the junkie craving. It wasn't hunger, exactly. It was just an ache, a mindless want inside her brain. Something she could try to fight...but till found herself walking forward, and kneeling on the carpet before that red rod.

"Good girl," Blaze sighed, almost under her breath. "Worship me."

On her knees, she stared, fascinated by the dark purple head, the slit that weeped clear pre-cum. She tried to hold her breath, but the scent reached her nostrils...sickly sweet, musty and earthy, with something of the flavors of both man and woman combined, intermingling...and something else, under that, almost a petting zoo smell, like an animal...

With her left hand, Lois grabbed the shaft. Her right hefted the ball, feeling the weight of the babymakers, the firmness of the testicles in their sack. Just beneath and behind them, Lois' finger brushed against something else where she expected smooth skin...wet folds, oddly familiar...but she focused on the task at hand.

Her fingers curled over it into a grip, thumb and index finger met around the middle, as her index finger played about the head. The bulbous cap was like an ancient Greek helmet in scarlet that flared at the back, the spongy flesh bloated and taut.

Without being told, Lois gripped it a little tighter. Felt the heat through her fingers. Began to stroke it. The trick was not to tug, but to slid her hand over the skin, generate a bit of friction. She let the ring of her fingers place over the head, felt the drops of pre-cum on her fingers as they ran down from that slit. Her face was so close to the cock now that the Blaze could feel Lois' hot breath play on her dick...

"Kiss it," the demon's voice was breathy, but controlled. Lois realized that they both were panting. "Taste it."

Lois obeyed. On her knees, face-to-cock, she planted her lips right on the tip. Felt the warm dribble of pre-cum, and opened her lips just enough to let the edge of her tongue play on the slit. The taste was salty, and instantly familiar.

The reporter let her lips envelop the head entirely, a hot intruder in her mouth, her tongue ran around the flared cap. Scent and flavor mingled, sweat and precum. Instinctively, Lois' cheeks and jaw began to work. Her hand slid up and down the shaft, as she sucked on the head, first gently, and then with greater vigor as that familiar flavor tingled on her tongue.

Lois wanted more.