An Incubus Twink

Halfway across the level, Lois spied the guardian of the next stairwell. They were wearing light blue, wearing only a pair of black boots and assless chaps that put their generous and muscular bubble butt on good display, with a small, smooth, hairless tail extending from the back of the spine. From behind the reporter took them for a small-chested girl, their torso slim and muscular, blond hair like cornsilk in a pixie cut...and then they turned, showing off the smooth, muscular chest, the tiny light purple nipples pierced with tiny steel rings, a distinctive bulge in his crotch.

Lois frowned. Her cock felt hard, but confused. This wasn't any kind of succubus...this was some sort of incubus twink.

I mean, I've got a cock. The reporter thought. And I just used it to fuck a female succubus into oblivion. It's not like I'm a lesbian...but if this demon is male, which it looks like it is, and if I've got a dick does that make it...gay? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, just...

The reporter shook her head. A waitress passed in front of her, and Lois grabbed a cocktail off of it and drained it. Liquid courage burned a line down her esophagus to her stomach. Honestly, this night had done a lot to make her question where she stood on the Kinsey scale. The blue incubus definitely wasn't her normal type—but this little adventure was not about Lois Lane's personal sexual preferences. She had a job to do.

Every hole was a goal.

As Lois covered the final distance between them, she focused on the demon's butt and tried to psych herself up for the task.

Just think of it like a girl's ass. Think about how it will feel to squeeze your cock into a tight ass. All that blue meat wrapped around your dick. Nice and tight.

Etrigan's mighty bitchbreaker quivered. She wondered, briefly, if the rhyming demon had any qualms about what was about to happen. But it was too late to back out now: the incubus twink had seen her.

"Oh my!" A dark blue tongue slipped out of his lips. Lois caught sight of a pair of studs in the tongue. "Is that all for me?"

The twink turned and spread his legs. Bent double before the stairs, hands around his calves, wagging that little blue tail. Lois swallowed hard. She could clearly see the blue-black pit of the demon's anus, winking gently at her...and below it, the smooth-shaven expanse of the demon-boy's taint, the swollen bulge of his testicles hidden from view by the rim of the chaps.

"Are you going to lube me up first?" He taunted, waggling his tongue. "Or are you just going to shove it in?"