Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Want Blaze To Do?

Get Out

Blaze blinked at the reporter's words. "What?"

"Get your cock out of my ass, and then get the fuck out of my apartment." Lois' voice was so cold and angry, Blaze's penis wilted. The red schlong slid out of Lois' asshole, dripping cum on the carpet.

"Now, you don't mean that," Blaze cooed softly. "Look, I know you're upset, but why don't you lie down on the bed and I eat out your pretty little pussy, hmm? Some nice, relaxing oral sex between two consenting adults. I give great head, an orgasm or two and you'll see that I'm right and..."

"You touch me again and demon or not I'll rip your dick off." Lois promised.

"I...uh...I mean, I thought..." the demon stammered.

"You thought what?" Lois turned to face her. "That I'd want you to fuck me? That I'd be so won over by your charms of being a lying asshole that I'd beg you to stick your filthy cock in me and knock me up? Have you ever had a real relationship, or do you always let your fucking dick do your thinking for you?"

Lois pointed at the door, trembling with rage. "Pack up your cock and get the fuck out. You fucking piece of shit."

Without a word, Blaze slid toward the kitchenette. She bent over and picked up her trench coat. The reporter watched her head to the door to the apartment...and the demon hesitated with her hand on the knob.

"You might be angry at me now," she said, just loud enough for Lois to hear. "But you did want this. You invited me in. You wanted my cock."

"OUT!" Lois screamed, reaching for something to throw...and like that, Blaze walked out the door.

The reporter sank to her knees. Her ass hurt, and she could feel the cum leaking out of her. Stupid fat tears formed in her eyes, an empty hollowness in her chest as she thought about what she had done. The worst part—the very worst part—was that she could still feel the dampness and need between her legs.

Lois Lane held her face in her hands and cried, knowing that Blaze had been right.