Yes I Would

Lois felt the answer tugged out of her. She wanted to clarify it. Hedge it. Deny it. But their little magical game wouldn't let her. All she could do was admit it.

She wanted to get fucked. Wanted to get fucked just like that, to feel her pussy pampered and gooey and then reamed out. That kind of sex was something she had given up entirely as an adult, the kind of sex that she only read about in poorly-plotted porn stories on the internet written by **** virgins.

Blaze glowed...literally, a bright red flush lighting up her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak...to ask a question. But Lois summoned up her will.

"But not right now."

The demon looked taken aback. Lois could see the erect cock throbbing, already leaking pre-cum on the floor. It was dangerous, blue-balling a demon, but the reporter knew she needed to stick to the plan.

"I can smell your cunt," the eyes blazed as bright as the demon's name. "You've said you wanted it, with your own words. My magic compels the truth! What is your game, Lois Lane?"

This is it, Lois told herself, keeping her face composed, her voice calm. Cards on the table. I have to answer...and so does she.

Lois smiled. She stepped toward Blaze, and placed one finger on her cock. The throbbing heat from the organ was like sticking her hand into a baking oven.

"I want you to trade me those four women," the reporter stared Blaze in the eyes, the glow leaving strange echoes in her vision. "Four women, four chances to impregnate me. If you're up to it. What do you say? Yes or no."

She let her finger circle the swollen head of the cock.

"Needless to say, if your answer is 'no,' then you are never, ever going to fuck this pussy." She narrowed her eyes. "Tell me if I'm lying."