The Old Fashioned Way

Blaze sighed dramatically. Her cock stood, still rigid despite cumming only moments prior, showing no sign of going flaccid. Lois had a difficult time not staring at it...the way the head moved slightly with each shift of her legs, each deep breath...

"Lactation can sometimes be induced by the right medication...hormones, basically, to trick your body...especially accompanied by mechanical suction on the nipples. Some women respond better to that kind of regimen than others."

Blaze crossed her legs, and Lois was lost for a moment in watching the heavy testicle sack shift on the crimson thighs, the brief, delicious glimpse of the dark slit underneath...

"Of course, there is the old-fashioned way..."

Lois' eyes snapped up from the demon's cock to lock on to Blaze's white, irisless gaze.

"You can't be serious."

"Why not?" Blaze challenged. "You have a beautiful body; enough to tempt even a succubus. And you can't tell me you haven't thought of it, your eyes have hardly left my dick since I arrived."

The reporter blushed, the sudden heat running across her cheeks. "That's...that' just a reaction to your stupid addiction! I wouldn't...I mean...I don't want a baby."

Blaze stood up, cock standing out hard and rigid, pointed as Lois. She crossed the room, and Lois backed away from the one-eyed monster that was coming ever closer to her...until her back touched the wall.

"The addiction doesn't have a sexual component," Blaze topped when the tip of her cock was only an inch from Lois. Given the height difference, it hovered just below the reporter's belly button. "Which makes it all the more horrific for many. Nor did I say anything about carrying the fetus to term. Come,"

Blaze placed her hands on the wall to either side of Lois' head, but the reporter could only stare down at the throbbing erection, so close she could feel the heat of it on her skin.

"What do you say? If not for your own sake, then for the other women."