What's Happening To Me?

"Withdrawal," the demoness said, and continued to move through Lois apartment, running a finger along every surface. Lois stared, entranced, at those slim, muscular buttocks, and the red shadow she could just catch sight of between those thighs. It was too perfect. She should have had a tail to twitch back and forth like a cat.

Lois followed that ass to the bedroom—where blaze suddenly turned and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. Her cock, maybe seven inches long flaccid, hung down over a smooth-shaven pair of balls, descending in a perfect arc toward the floor.

"The cocktails you drank tonight at the club," she purred, showing sharper than normal canines. "Were laced with my cum. It is, I'm told, quite addictive. Most of those who taste it soon find they can't live without it. Of course, because of your little...escapade tonight, you got something of a concentrated dose. Which is why you're feeling the effects so strongly."

"I...no." Lois said, with a sinking feeling. Her mouth watered...and she felt something warm and familiar trickle down the inside of her leg.

"Yes," Blaze said, and Lois could feel that predatory smile, even if she couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes off those swollen orbs and dangling dick. "It's not even anything magical. Just pure biology. Chemistry. Psychology. It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"

There was a drop. A glistening drop on the urethra of that dick. The head was a deeper scarlet, almost purple, and that slit itself was almost black, but she could see the drop of condensation there.

"Yes." Lois admitted.

"Best come and help yourself," Blaze's voice said casually. "A dose will set your head right, for a little while."