End: Blaze Makes Love To Lois Lane's Ass All Night

Lois Lane kept the bridal veil on as she crept onto the bed on all fours. Reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, so that her pink pucker could wink at the ruby rod that was about to rip her asshole wide open.

Blaze climbed up onto the bed. All signs of humanity were shed, and her features twisted, almost goatlike, the pure white eyes unfathomable.

"Tell me," the demon said thickly as she rubbed lube into her cock. "What you desire?"

"Fuck my ass...please?" Lois said, quivering with anticipation, her traitorous cunt dripping onto the silk sheets.

Deep breaths, Lane, Lois told herself. Then she blinked, remembering that since she was married, her name was technically Lois L. Blaze...and something struck her about that, like some vital part of her identity had slipped away. Then the demon's hot, slimy cock was pressing against her tight little hole, and Lois lost all trace of anything else.

Lois had read in some magazine that a cock always felt bigger in the ass. As her hands clenched the sheets into fists, now she knew it was true. It felt like a tree trunk was slowly, carefully, almost gently being shoved up her rear, stretching out her hole a millimeter at a time, wider and wider and Lois kept telling herself not to press down, not to try and squeeze it, to just relax and relax and...

"By the dark gods, you're sucking me in," Blaze cooed as her hands latched onto the reporter's waist, pulling herself deeper into the reporter's hole. She didn't stop until her great hairless balls slapped into the reporter's hot, dripping labia. "I should fuck your ass every day."

"If that's what my...spouse...wants," Lois said, as demurely as she could managed. The reporter felt like the head of the cock was in her stomach. It couldn't be quite that far, she knew, but that's what it felt like: that she was speared, the heavy, hot cock throbbing against her asshole, utterly stuffed with demonic dick. Yet Lois knew she had to keep Blaze going all night long.

So she pressed backwards, ignoring the burning ring of fire that was her overstretched asshole, and rubbed her ass cheeks against her spouse's crotch. Blaze caught the hint. Her fingers squeezed the reporter's hips as she began to withdraw her dick...only to press it back in, until the balls slapped against the reporter's pussy again. Slow and gentle, which Lois hadn't expected from the demon. Blaze was luxuriating in the heat and tightness of the reporter's ass, but Lois knew to hold her attention, she would need to do more. Really slut it up.

"You can go faster," Lois said, pushing her ass back to meet the next thrust. "I can take it."

"I don't want to hurt you..." Blaze said.

"Please," Lois begged, putting on her most wheedling voice. "It hurts...but it feels so good too. I need more...I need more of your cock!"

It was the kind of speech that would have made a porn actress blush...but it worked. Blaze snorted, her cock hard as an iron bar as she began to pick up the pace. Lois closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears as her asshole was ravaged...and the worst part is, she couldn't afford to be idle. She had to keep Blaze going until dawn.

So she pushed back to meet each thrust, squeezed the cock as it was pulling out, grunted and moaned like a whore in heat...and somewhere in the mist of pain and heat, as Blaze began to fuck her bride's ass harder and faster, the balls slapping hard against the pussy, the cock almost feeling like it was growing thicker and longer with each stroke, Lois realized that...that she was getting off on it. That pleasure was building up inside her, the familiar excitement and apprehension that came with an approaching climax, though unlike one that she had ever known, and as Blaze reamed the reporter's asshole, Lois couldn't stop her mouth from writing checks she wasn't sure her poor ass could cash:

"Harder," Lois begged. "Faster. Fucking slam it in."

Blaze obliged her. For hours. Even after the demon came, black jizz bubbling into the reporter's rectum like hot tar. Even when Lois's legs and arms collapsed into a quivering heap from the **** of her first anal orgasm, and Blaze kept sliding her crimson cock in and out of the reporter's sloppy hole as Lois whispered "more....more...more..."

Until the minutes before dawn, when an exhausted demon lay on the mattress, her cock pointing straight up. Lois knelt on top of her, guiding the dick into her abused hole. It slid in easily. The reporter was pretty sure at this point that her ass wouldn't close, even if she wanted it to. The rim, once so pert and tight, felt puffy and slippery beneath her fingers. The reporter slid her ass down and swallowed the whole demonic dick in one easy movement. There was an odd sense of fulfillment when her ass was stuffed like this. Lois had a feeling that after tonight, and a bit of rest and recovery, she would need her ass fucked on a regular basis.

The morning light came through the bedroom window as Blaze's final load burbled into her wife's ass. There was no **** behind it, the cock simply throbbed and sputtered, the aching muscles forcing the last load of jism up on their hopeless quest to impregnate the reporter's anus...

The demon saw the sunlight.

"Oh fuck. I didn't impregnate you, did I?"

"Nope," Lois said. "Which means your little contract is null and void, right?"

The demon sighed. "Yes, yes, you got me. The women go free, and you get to keep your money and possessions..."

Then the red lips twisted into a smile. "...wife."

Lois L. Blaze paused. "What?"

Blaze reached up and pulled the exhausted reporter down into a cuddle. "We're still legally married, sweetmeat. So yes, you've won tonight...and I'll keep fucking your ass for as long as you want."

Which wasn't the ending that Lois had been expecting...but better, perhaps, a sore ass and a sexy succubus spouse than to be knocked up and virtually owned like a farmer's prize breeding sow.

Perhaps. For as Lois L. Blaze closed her eyes, her asshole still plugged by her wife's cock, and drifted into slumber, she thought back to all the decisions she had made to reach this point...and wondered what might have been.