To The Bar

Lois Lane felt the eyes on her as she swayed through the crowd. The thirst grew inside of her, and her internal compass-needle seemed to drag her ever closer to the bar. Eager hands ran up inside of the reporter's shirt, unclasped her bra. Hands roamed over her tight pants. Never a groper, Lois felt her own hands wander amid the tight bodies. Here, a hard little nipple and a soft breast to fill her hand, there the hard bulge of someone's package...but Lois opened her eyes to see her steps had taken her to the edge of the dancing, near the bar...and her eyes met.

The woman was tall, with that olive Mediterranean cast to her skin. Oily black hair fell down around her thin face like a man. Leaned against the bar like a hungry hyena, no spare ounce of fat on her, the inky black dress with a plunging neckline draped casually over a figure that was built like a marathoner...all lean muscle and visible ribs. The dark eyes caught and held the reporter's...and there was something of the bust of Nefertiti in the shape of the woman's skull, of the smile of Mona Lisa on those red-painted lips.

"Come," the voice cut through the noise as if meant for Lois Lane's ears alone. There was an accent there that Lois didn't recognize. Something that could have been from Egypt or Greece or Sicily. Lois stepped forward almost instinctively.

"You are thirsty, are you not?"

The reporter's throat was parched. Her stomach churned, and she realized how hungry she was, as though she hadn't eaten all day. Lois began to shake as she took another halting step forward, realizing who and what she had to be facing.

This had to be the demon Blaze.

One long, thin figure caught at a fold of Blaze's dress. The demon pulled it aside....and there, where a pussy should have been between her legs, was a long, thin cock and a pair of heavy, hairless balls. The soft length was darker than the rest of Blaze's skin, and it looked...Lois blinked as she felt her mouth water as she stepped closer. Somehow she could smell it...taste it...a weird mix of masculine and feminine musk...

"On your knees," Blaze said. "Worship me, and I will quench your thirst."

Lois hesitated. She was still in public. People would see her. Did she really dare to just drop to her knees and suck this magnificent man-meat like some utter depraved slut?