What If You Had To Fuck Me However And Whenever I Want?

Blaze seemed to shudder. She shook her head as though to clear it.

"Yes, I...wait, I already made it so that I could fuck you whenever I wanted..." Her voice was less sure than it had been a moment ago.

"And now, you'll also fuck me whenever I want," Lois replied with a smile. "Now, bend down and eat the cum out of my pussy."

Stiffly, mechanically, the demon's knees bent. She fell forward, face plunging into the reporter's cream-filled cunt. Mouth open, tongue extended to lap at her own freshly-spewed semen, Blaze began to slurp and lick at the pussy with initial ****...and then, as Lois grabbed the horns jutting from her brow, with increasing acceptance, even eagerness.

"Good relationships depend on equality," Lois said out loud. "And clear communications. It's good for each person in the relationship to be able to clearly state their desires. By the way, what would it be like if you couldn't fuck anyone else but me?"

The demon, face buried in the reporter's cunt, shuddered again. Lois ran her hands up and down the horns, enjoying the smooth, hard protrusions. They made good handles.

"Monogamy is important too," the reporter said. "Faith, trust, loyalty and dedication. I don't want you out there trying to knock up some worthless skank or corrupting some piece of jailbait or **** housewife. You'll spill your seed in me or not at all."

Blaze, her sexual task unfinished, could only lick more aggressively...though Lois doubted she was completely upset at the idea. The demon was a player of games by nature; Lois was simply defining the rules of their relationship. The reporter had no doubt that before long Blaze would decide that masturbation didn't count, or any number of sexual activities that didn't count as "fucking"—and that would keep her busy for a little while.

"One final question," Lois said. "And this is the big one."

The reporter hesitated, just for a moment. Savoring the lips locked on her labia, slurping out the sperm. She knew that what she should do is use the final question to free the women that Blaze had enslaved, to undo all the damage she had wrought. But...if she were clever...weren't there other, more interesting wishes? Ones that could serve her own interests too?

Lois pondered long enough that Blaze finished with her task, giving the reporter's now spotless cooch one final long lick before glaring up at the reporter with a mixture of agitation and apprehension.

"Ask your question, mortal!" The demon spat. "Before I decide how I shall like to have you next."