Why Me?

"You could have sex with almost anyone," Lois Lane said carefully. "What made me special? Why seduce me at all? You have the power to make me ovulate, to speed fertilization, and to make a fertilized ovum split...you could have done that from across a crowded room, couldn't you? You could have **** me in an alley, or while I slept. So...why go through all this trouble?"

Angelica Blaze let her hand rest on the reporter's stomach. It was hot...almost fever-hot. Her face seemed pensive, lost in thought...and when she spoke, Lois could tell that Blaze struggled to put her thoughts into words.

"When I first saw you enter the club, I recognized you. Superman's girlfriend Lois Lane. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter. I had run-ins with the Man of Steel. I was amused at the thought of inflicting some indignity on you, just to spite him. Or as a cat may play with a mouse. Yet I am a succubus, and we are empathic creatures. It helps us in our work. We relate to humans, you understand? And I am half-human myself. I could feel your need. It called to my own."

Blaze sighed.

"Sex by itself, you understand, is pleasant, but empty. I was attracted to that burning need inside of you...and then I sensed the...possibility..."

"I was horny," Lois Lane said. "And begged you to knock me up. So you did. Four times over. Is that all?"

"I'd like to think we made the beginning of a deeper connection, sweetmeat," Blaze let her hand slip lower, down toward the reporter's cum-filled pussy. Her fingertips plowed through the reporter's carefully-trimmed pubic hair. "What about you? What do you want? Do you want a relationship with me...or shall we keep this...purely physical?"