What Do I Want In A Lover?

The question hung in the air, the magic working its way through the twists and turns of the reporter's logic. Blaze opened her mouth and shut it, jaws clenching as the demon struggled with the answer. Yet she was smart, sensitive, and powerful; the reporter had no doubt that even if she couldn't work out the answer herself, she could simply pluck the knowledge from Lois Lane's mind—but it would still **** Blaze to acknowledge it.

"Honesty," Blaze said at last. "Respect. Empathy. Self-assurance. Not morbidly obese or addicted to ****. A predilection for cunnilingus. A cock that can reach places inside of you that can't yourself. A willingness to experiment, to stop when things go too far, but to press your limits in bed. There are so many things you want to try..."

The reporter's blush deepened. This was taking a turn she hadn't expected.

The worst part was, it was true. Like most people, Lois realized that while any wish list for a perfect mate would start out with wanting them to be funny and a good person it would always eventually shift to a cock that would split their slit in two and hard pecs and the ability to cum five times in a row without stopping. Sexual fantasies blurred the lines when it came to amorous ideals, and Lois Lane's cheeks burned as she realized she was coming face-to-face with her own sordid desires, spoken out loud.

"...someone out of the ordinary, who will challenge your curiosity, keep you interested. You're after more than a bedmate or a second income, you want a lover that can do more than keep up with you, but will draw you on to greater heights, to sweep you off your feet and..."

Blaze didn't finish. She rushed forward, and Lois caught only a blur of naked skin, the tiny nipples on the scarlet breasts hard, the cock dripping splatters of precum...and then hands were lifting her up, tearing off her clothes, pressing the tip of that cock against the reporter's wet slit as the reporter's back slammed into the concrete wall of the room.

"...you want to be surprised," Blaze whispered in her ear.

The demon let the reporter drop. Cruel gravity slid the reporter's cunt straight onto the crimson cock.

"Surprised?" The demon asked.