What Do You Want?

Blaze closed her eyes, letting the reporter's question hang there unanswered for a moment. She sighed, very quietly, and when she spoke again her voice was soft, all pretense gone.

"I want someone. A friend, a confident, a lover. Someone that doesn't hate me for what I am, nor is with me just for what they can get from me. Who trusts me, and whom I can trust with anything...even my heart." Blaze opened her eyes, two white spaces staring out from darkness. "I want you Lois."

The reporter's jaw dropped. She could feel a blush starting across her cheeks, and tried to fight the fluster down. It could be a lie, a trick, a strategem. The "woman" that Lois was playing twenty questions with was the literal devil. On the other hand, the pact was supposed to bind them both to tell the truth...

I can test that. Lois thought. With my next question.

"Now..." Blaze's face was dead serious as she stared into Lois' eyes, and the reporter knew it was her turn to answer one of the devil's questions. "What would it take for you to go out on a date with me?"

Lois had been prepared for another sex question—or some other personal inquiry. This was...unexpected. And given her previous answer... Is she really interested in me...romantically? A pounding began in Lois head, as she hesitated to answer. She could feel the muscles in her jaw working, wanting to say something, but she wasn't sure what she would answer...should answer...

"A hard question, and I'm sorry." Blaze said. "You can feel the compulsion working on you. The longer you delay, the harder you fight, the worse it becomes. I shouldn't have put you on the spot...not so soon. Not until you're ready to answer. I withdraw the question."

The pounding suddenly ceased. Lois gasped, letting out a breath she hadn't know she was holding.

"An easier question then...or at least a more pleasant one." The demon smile was positively devilish. "What do your panties smell like like?"

Lois froze. It wasn't a polite question...but it was closer to what she had imagined the demon might ask. The pounding began in the reporter's temples again, but she knew an easy way to answer this, even though it likely played right into Blaze's hands.

Reaching down to the waistband of her pants, Lois dug her thumbs into the sides. Normally she wore boring panties, but this was a club night, and she had opted for a black lace pair, tied at the sides. Undoing the knots was the work of a moment. Blaze's smile relaxed into something more natural as she watched the reporter pull the panties out of her pants, the sheer lace rubbing her pussy as she pulled it out while remaining fully clothes.

She didn't like to think what her panties might smell like. How wet have I gotten this evening? Lois fought another blush at the perverted question. It didn't matter now. Her bare lips pressed against the material of her pants, labia pressing into the crotch. Without the thin barrier of her panties in the way, Lois knew she would be getting some extra stimulation, whether she wanted it or not.

The reporter tossed the ball of black lace at the demon, who caught it in mid-air and brought them to her nose, breathing deeply.

"Heavenly," the demon's eyes flashed. "Your turn, Lois. Ask away."