The Truth

"Before the oceans drank Atlantis, seven gods bound their power into a single mortal. When he invoked their names, he gained their attributes. To the people of the age, with their bronze swords and temples of brick, he was a god incarnate. A hero." She smiled like a woman with a secret, and Lois was thinking of her own hero, so far away...she could almost see Superman atop some clay brick ziggurat, looking out over the irrigate fields...

"Yet he was still a man, and prey to the weaknesses of the flesh. A dark spirit cloaked in flesh came to him one night—he slept in a sanctum open to the sky so he could see far, and read the stars—and took her as a temple prostitute, one of the holy whores."

Blaze's gaze grew wistful, a thousand yard stare, and Lois wondered what she was seeing. Lois shook, as the image stole into her mind of herself...dressed in a bare white shift, breasts straining against the fabric, climbing the steps toward the stars...towards him. To slip into his chamber, which was without doors, open to the hot night. He was awake, staring at her... Felt the cloth under her fingertips as she took off the shift that was her only clothes, let them fall to the floor. As she stepped to his couch, his arm suddenly shot out, grabbing at her thin arm, pulling the naked woman to him...

"He took her, roughly, as a beast. As a hero. Bent supine beneath him, plunging into her regardless of her little cries and moans, eager to spill his seed, testicles tight with longing...ah, but the Fallen know more of the pleasures of the flesh than men dreamed in those days. He had not meant to hurt her, held back his godly strength, but she moaned and writhed beneath him, speaking her own woman's incantation: More! Harder! Deeper!"

Lois could almost hear the distant echo of those grunts of passion in Blaze's voice. Almost besides herself she shivered, feeling a dampness inside her pussy at the thought of his rod slamming into her, again and again, held in his hands like a fragile fucktoy for his pleasure...

"As he exerted himself, so she mastered him. He had the stamina and wisdom of a god, but he had...mortal failings. You know how it is with men: the blood only flows in one direction at a time. But the night always ends...and he perceived her true nature. She fled, but had what she had come for: his seed, surrendered willingly into her flesh. In time, it bore fruit." Blaze met Lois' gaze. "That demoness was my mother."

Lois had a brief image of herself, belly swollen, naked and alone in some desolate place... Gods, demons, heroes...Supermen, aliens, and giant robots she could buy, but this...

Blaze snapped her fingers. A black spark flickered between thumb and forefinger, and Lois felt something...wrong. She looked down to her cum-soaked clothes as they seemed to bleach out. The reporter frowned at the suddenly white pants, jacket...and then they began to run and melt.

"No." She said, as the clothing quickly lost definition. Lois' left hand caught her right sleeve as it came apart in a ropey string of all-too-familiar stickiness. Lois felt sick to her stomach as her clothes swiftly ran and dribbled off of her, leaving her naked save for a fresh layer of cum...and then looked down guiltily at her "chair," as the jizz ran down her nooks and crannies.

"I grew to womanhood on the edges of hell, half human, half succubus. Denied by my father, a tool for my mother's plots. Down through the centuries I have played the games of immortals, acquiring power and knowledge, corrupting, seducing men and women. Now...I am here."

The "demoness" smiled. "I'm sure you have more questions."