Where Are The Girls?

"At the club," 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 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 club is my little home for wayward women," she purred, showing sharper than normal canines. "A place where I can help them become who they really are."

"In exchange for what? Their souls?" Lois said, trying to keep her gaze locked with Blaze's own, and succeeded by an exertion of will, locking her blue eyes on the pupilless glowing gaze of the demonness.

"Service. While I like to be generous, I do have needs of my own. The ladies work for me—behind the scenes."

Lois swallowed, because even as she tried to maintain her gaze, she was aware that red titan in front of her was beginning to stiffen.

"What...what kind of service?" The reporter said.

"Their bodies are mine to do with as I please...that's the deal. So I put them to work. They entertain clients and collect the seed for me. After all," Blaze smiled, showing her fangs again. "A girl's gotta eat."

Lois breathed out, carefully, though her heart beat faster. This was an interview. She could handle this.

"You said this was part of a deal. What are the terms, exactly? Because this is sounding a lot like sex slavery. Prostitution. Trafficking."

Blaze shrugged, and now the crimson head had risen into view, veins standing out on the tower as it continued to stiffen and rise.

"Mortals have such...inhibitions. It gets in the way of what they want, of who they really are. It holds you back from becoming who you are meant to be. I offer...freedom from that. Of course, most of them don't believe me at first." Now Lois' gaze slipped, to focus on the one-eyed monster that had risen between Blaze's legs. The crimson cock seemed juxtaposed between her scarlet breasts, the slit weeping a pale, strawberry-colored fluid. "So I gave them a taste. For free. Did you want a taste, Lois?"

"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. She could not, off the top of her head, remember her last sexual encounter. Months ago, easily. With her work, there just hadn't been time.

"Best come and help yourself," Blaze's voice said casually, but there was a mocking undercurrent to her tone.