Your Cunt

One eyebrow rose.

"I'm tired of silly little bitches that can't handle my cock," the reporter said. "I want to fuck a woman. I don't want to date, or romance. I want someone that will bend over and let me fuck her whenever I want for the rest of my life, and can take my dick without flinching. So that's what I want: a lifetime of sexual service, in exchange for my soul."

"I...see," Blaze gave that half-smile. "And why my cunt, particularly?"

"Because I want someone that can keep up with me in bed. There are sexual fetishes I want to try out...but more than that, I want an eager and willing partner, but also an intelligent and clever one. If I just wanted to fuck some braindead bimbo slut, I'd talk to Intergang. No, I want someone that is contractually bound to pleasure me, and won't get cold feet. Someone who can challenge me, engage me intellectually, be an equal partner in our games...but who still has to suck my sweaty balls whenever I tell her to."

Lois wondered if she was laying it on a little thick, but Blaze seemed...intrigued.

"I see," she said. "It is an...interesting proposal. I suppose I could draw up terms...though I do warn you, they are ironclad. There will be no ****'s-bed confession, no calling on Superman to save you."

The reporter nodded. "I understand."

A roll of parchment was produced—actual parchment, dry and soft and irregular around the edges. Blaze took out a quill pen, some severe black feather, and dipped it in red ink. She read out the terms as she inscribed them...there was a strange and terrible dryness to the whole thing as Lois answered questions, listened to the restrictions. No causing the other's ****, Lois Lane's soul to become the eternal property of Blaze, yadda yadda...

When the demonic contract was finished, the reporter knew it was time to make her move.

"There's one more thing," Lois said. Her heart thundered in her breast. "I want a test-fuck, before I sign. I want to make sure you can actually take my dick and get me off."

The demon's face froze, a mask that seemed cast out of porcelain. She didn't even breathe for several seconds, Lois was sure of it. The reporter knew that everything rested on Blaze's next move...and Lois wasn't sure what she would do if Blaze said 'no.'