End: Ask Blaze To Cum In Her Ass

Even a demon can know pause.

"Come again?"

It was the perfect opening for a dry one-liner, but Lois Lane was not in the mood. With a wrench, she tore the fist out of her ass. Pain blossomed, bright and swift, and Lois Lane's ass felt loose and gaping. Without waiting, the reporter began to angle her asshole toward the wet dick.

"I said," Lois told the demon as her ass swallowed the crimson cock, "that I'd like you to cum in my ass."

"I'm not saying no," Blaze replied, a pink tongue running over her lips. "But I have to admit, that's not the response I was expecting."

"I don't want a baby," Lois squeezed her sore, overstretched rectum around the dick. "And maybe you're right, maybe I did need to get fucked tonight, but I'd still rather have you cum in my ass than anywhere else."

The sore and swollen donut of the reporter's anus squeezed around the cock as it slid up and down. Her hand was coated in slime and filth. Blaze reached down and squeezed the reporter's buttocks, forcing the hole to tighten around her cock.

"You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you Lois?"

The demon was letting the reporter's hips roll as Lois Lane rode on top of her. The reporter's other hand, the more-or-less clean on, came down to rub at her hard little clitty.

"Yes," Lois admitted.

"Maybe you want this to be more than a one-time thing?" Blaze huffed as she picked up the pace, the demon's ass actually lifting up off the bed as she plunged the cock deep into the reporter's shithole. "Maybe you can be my little anal slut?"

"Don't push it," the reporter moaned as she rubbed her pussy harder. Her ass was rising and falling, the tight muscle scraping up and down that crimson cock which was sliding so deep inside of her. Lois wanted to feel it—feel her ass fill with hot cum. It had been a long night full of lies and frustration, and she wanted to get her butt creamed and to cum herself.

Blaze helped. The thrusts were steady, the burning heat in the asshole building up slowly, and Lois Lane was already on edge. She closed her eyes, enjoying the way Blaze's hands kneaded her ass, the plopping sound of the balls as they smacked into cheeks, the quivering throb...

It started before Lois realized it. She had been pent up for too long, and now that all fears of pregnancy were gone, her body seemed to relax and tense at the same time. Her fingers felt stiff, mechanical, but they were speeding up, the cock was plunging in and out of her ass and Blaze had no complaints about Lois being loose, and...

Lois Lane's spine stiffened. A slow wave started at her pussy, muscles constricting hard. Her asshole became a bright ring of pain as it squeezed down hard on the invading dick. It traveled down her quivering thighs, her calves bunched, toes curled, and Lois gasped as her lungs seemed to freeze, her shoulders fell back...and Blaze sat up, her lips latching on to Lois Lane's left nipple, teeth biting down just hard enough...and Lois barely stifled the scream as she squirted all over the demon's abs.

Then she felt it.

It wasn't like an enema. It was warm and sticky, and not at all the same volume, the same sensation of needing immediately to go to the bathroom. It was just that transmission of body heat, deep within, the sudden sense of being...full.

Lois Lane sagged a little on the cock, muscles unconstricting, eyes opening.

She had needed that.

"I'm not an anal slut," Lois said. "But I could definitely do that again."

"Give me a few minutes." Blaze said. "Maybe I can make your ass pregnant."

The reporter snorted and rolled her eyes...but she didn't move off the cock, either.

There were worse ways to end a night than an ass full of jizz.