Truthfully

The shemale turned, drink in hand, and caught Lois Lane's gaze with her eyes. There was something in that stare, something different from what Lois had seen before. It felt like a contest of wills where Lois dare not blink.

"I am Blaze, daughter of the wizard Shazam and a demon; sister of Satanas, and...I have been a villain, for these many centuries. I have fought and corrupted heroes. I have bought and traded souls and favors. In this time I have fought Superman, Captain Marvel...many of the greatest champions of this world."

She stared at Lois, as if challenging the reporter to call her a liar. Lois took a deep breath, reached out to accept her drink.

"Okay. Say I buy that. Why are you here?" She brought the glass to her lips, tasted sweet liquor, sharp and stinging against her tongue.

"To sire the antichrist," Angelica Blaze sipped her own drink, watching Lois carefully. The reporter managed not to **** on her cocktail.

"It isn't normally possible for a demon, even a half-demon, to impregnate a human woman." Blaze continued on. "Demons are creatures of spirit made flesh, the...DNA bit is tricky. It requires a very special set of circumstances. The last time a demon successfully managed it, a peasant girl in England gave birth to Merlin, the most powerful magus in the world."

"So I...came to this world. Set up my club to attract suitable candidates. The missing women you have been searching for—I gave them their heart's desire to open their legs to me. To let me pollute their wombs with my seed. But none of them proved...adequate."

The shemale succubi's tone became noticeably more bitter, and she finished her drink with a swallow, setting the glass on the bar. Lois took another sip of hers. Whether from the revelation or the ****, she was starting to feel light-headed...and hot.

"So you...though you were going to sire the antichrist on me?" She tried to put some indignation in her voice, but the question came out as frankly curious. The drink shook in her hand, and Lois gripped it with both hands. "Your Rosemary Woodhouse? Your Lavinia Whateley?"

Blaze dropped down on her knee, hands out, clasping around Lois Lane's out, steadying the reporter so she didn't spill a drop.

"I sought...a concubine. A surrogate. Someone with the strength to carry my seed, to make it bear fruit..." Lois could send the excitement growing in Blaze's voice, see her erection tenting her dress obscenely. "...our child could be a legend. Earth, Heaven, and Hell come together, sancti abjura..."

Lois' throat felt dry. She stared down at the drink. Felt the strong, warm grip of Blaze's hands on her own.

If she's telling the truth... Lois thought to herself. This might not even be her real form. She could have **** me with the drinks. Make me tipsy so she can have her way with me again. All so she can stick her fat cock back into my cunt...unload those massive balls in my womb...make me the scarlet whore of Babylon, mother of the antichrist...

Emotions welled and conflicted within Lois. She tried to identify...how she felt.