End: Anal Totally Counts

I did it! I won! I didn't even have to use magic! Blaze exulted in her victory almost as much as she exulted at the tight asshole wrapped around her cock. Lois Lane, who had not yet realized her loss—and would not, until the light of day touched her eyes—moaned softly as the dickgirl slowly pushed her cock in and out, with an infinite gentleness that belied Blaze's most rapacious instincts.

After all, the demon had no desire to injure her new cocksleeve.

Hungrily, Blaze kissed and sucked hard at the reporter's neck. Lois gasped as the tiny pain heightened her pleasure. This hickey would be the least of the marks that Blaze left on her body. Already, Blaze imagined ways to adorn her new ****. Nipple piercings. Clitoral piercings. It thrilled the demon to think of the reporter's pierced labia pulled wide by little chains, **** to go to work without panties, her exposed cunt constantly at risk of being seen. The reporter's embarrassment would be delectable...and that was only the beginning.

The reporter was hers to command. She could mold her into such a slut as to be a fitting concubine to the queen of hell. Unleash depths of depravity that Lois Lane never knew she had. A subservient slut whose utter degradation would be the envy of lesser devils, and mortally wound the heart of the Kryptonian.

None of this would have been possible if Lois Lane hadn't gone for a night out.

"Such a good slut," Blaze whispered into Lois Lane's ear. "Are you my good little whore?"

"Yes!" Lois moaned, eyes rolled in her head. The reporter's hands rubbed the dickgirl's hips as her ass rose and fell on the cock, faster now.

"You love my dick, don't you, sweetmeat?" Blaze said. She knew the answer, but she loved to hear it.

"Yes, yes! I fucking love your cock! It's so big!" Lois huffed, utterly ignoring everything except the hot, stiff shaft, the burn in her asshole that felt so good, the dickgirl's fingers that rubbed her little clitty faster and faster.

"Cum for me," Blaze ordered, and her eyes flashed suddenly white as she exerted her power over the reporter. "Cum with your ass!"

"Aaaagh!" Lois Lane tossed back her head and gave a wordless exclamation of pleasure. Her hands and legs froze in place, muscles locked so tightly they quivered. Her pussy convulsed, as the erotic sensation of the double stimulation suddenly spiked...the reporter's mind suddenly went blank as she lost herself in the moment of pure pleasure, where all thought stops.

When she came too, Blaze was still fucking her ass.

On the bed, on her knees, the demonic dickgirl held her wrists and plowed the reporter's anus with the steady plop-plop-plop of flesh on flesh. The reporter's tits shook with every thrust, her mouth gaped and drooled. Unable to remember how many times she had cum. How long Blaze had plundered her asshole. Yet she felt her ass had loosened up. It gripped Blaze's cock each time it pulled out, and relaxed whenever Blaze pushed forward, to suck it in until the dickgirl's balls slapped against her labia.

The reporter still enjoyed the weird, languid haze of post-orgasm and building climax when dawn broke over Metropolis.

Many a morning, Lois Lane had sat out on her balcony and welcomed the sun as it rose. This time, however, was different. This time, as the first rays of light shone down the canyon-like streets of Metropolis, a flood of memories came back to Lois Lane. The events of the night, the bet...and now, the mounting realization of how completely she had lost.

Her wail of despair was a balm to Blaze's dark spirit, her sudden surge of anguish made the cock stiffen. With a savage grin, Blaze abandoned her mortal guide to reassume her full demonic majesty...and Lois Lane, exhausted and unable to resist, let her despairing cry descend into a mewl, a whimper, an animal-like grunt of pleasure as she felt yet another climax build and build inside of her.

"Your ass," Blaze said, with utter triumph. "Is mine! Your cunt is mine, and mine alone!"

Tears dribbled down the reporter's face. She could not deny it, even if she wished. Body and soul, Lois Lane now felt she was bound to Blaze's cock...and as the black jism flooded her bowels, the reporter sobbed for her foolish pride that had brought her to this state. She had bet, and lost...and in so doing, damned herself in ways she could not begin to understand.