Blaze Claims Lois Lane's Ass

"If I am allowed to choose my own reward..." Angelica Blaze said, letting her hands wander down to grab Lois' buttocks.

"If it is offered to me freely..." She squeezed the soft orbs hard, lifting Lois onto her toes. Pressed the human woman against her crotch, so that Lois could feel her erection throb against her stomach.

"If you promise it will be for my use and no one else's..." She leaned down, lips hovering close to Lois' right ear.

"It would be my honor and pleasure to claim you ass." Blaze whispered throatily.

The reporter chuckled. "Whatever you want. Although I have to warn you," Lois slid her hands over the demon's hips, pulling her demon lover close. "Right now, this is a one-shot deal. If you ever hope to butt-fuck me in the future, you had better bring your best game."

They stared deep into each other's eyes, each wondering at the other's unspoken thoughts. It was Angelica who broke the tense silence. "A worthy challenge for so fine a reward. Let's go back to my office and make our...preparations."

So they did, Blaze holding Lois' hand as she led her back through the corridors behind the club, to the wood-paneled office with the great desk of dark wood and the faded leather couch...and, as Lois discovered, a private bathroom.

"There's a hose," the shemale told her, "and towels. Take your time." There wasn't much more that needed to be said on that matter. So Lois took her leave to freshen up.

Lois smiled at the flutter in her stomach as she stripped out of clothes again this evening. In truth, she was looking forward to a shower, a chance to brush her teeth...and clean herself out. Anal play had been something Lois had thought of a great deal in her life, but she had never gone beyond a certain toying with the idea. Oh, she knew the basics of it, of course, and yet that final hurdle...

In the shower, hot water pounding her body, steam filling the room, Lois bent over and spread her cheeks, feeling the little tension in her thighs. She was nervous. Remembered how Blaze had pounded her pussy before. Wondered what she would do to her asshole.

I always promised, Lois thought as she lubed up the end of the hose, that the person I gave my ass to would be special.

As a young woman, after already busting her cherry, Lois had sometimes thought of offering her ass to her husband. A foolish little dream.

Of course, Angelica is special. The reporter took a deep breath and pressed the end of the hose against her bottom. There was a moment of terrible pressure and then...it slipped in. She let the breath out, and turned on the water. She impregnated me.

Cold. Cold and cold, filling her up until Lois couldn't take it anymore. Until the chill reached her guts and she thought her colon would explode. Then came the release...all the terribleness, the foulness, the disgusting bits flushing out. Everything she wanted to avoid for her first time.

It is my first time, Lois realized, and smiled to think about how her preparations to lose this virginity were so much more elaborate and careful than how she had lost her others.

It took two more times until it was running clear. Lois did it once more after that, just for safety. Then came the toweling off, brushing her hair—there was no perfume here, and no clothes except the dirty things she had already taken off. The reporter stared at herself in the mirror, wrapped only in a towel.

"Take me as I am," she sang, smiling at the irony.

She left the bathroom to find the office transformed. The couch had folded out into a modest bed, with red satin sheets. The lights were out, but a dozen black candles seemed to float in the darkness. Angelica Blaze was there, opposite the door...and she had thrown away any semblance of her human guise, eyes glowing in the darkness, red skin glinting.

"Feeling better?" The demon asked.

"Much," Lois smiled. "Where do you want me?"

"On the bed, please." Angelica murmured.

Lois Lane let the towel drop, and strode across the room. She slid forward, ass in the air, reveling in the feel of silk sheets against her skin.

"I hope you have lubricant," the reporter whispered.