End: Blaze Rapes Her

"You know," Blaze said, her voice low and contrite. "You're right. I don't want to **** you. I detest ****. It's an act for the lowest and most ****. There is nothing of cleverness or skill in it. Only power, and need. To take with **** that which is not given freely. Something which I had always held to be beneath myself..."

The demon hugged Lois Lane close to her. The crimson hands came up beneath the reporter's back and clasped onto her shoulders. With a clink, the handcuffs came undone, though no hand had touched key to them, and Lois Lane's arms fell to the bed. Her legs were still wrapped around Blaze's back, the cock positioned at her third hole, daring the demon to breed her.

"...but you **** my hand."

With a sickening lurch, Blaze pulled the reporter onto her crimson cock. The scarlet shaft pierced straight through the new hole, and Lois Lane couldn't even scream as the lancing pain reminded her of that time, oh those many years ago, when her hymen had been pierced by an eager young dick.

The cock was bigger than before...and Lois could feel bumps and things on it, tearing and stretching at her new fuckhole, forcing it wider. Even though Blaze had bottomed out inside the reporter before, it hadn't felt like this. Before, Blaze had been playing nice. Now, the gloves were off.

The demon held Lois there, blood running down over the fat balls as the demon rocked her gently back and forth.

"You see what you drive me to Lois?" Blaze whispered in the reporter's ear. "This could have been so much better...but I have too much pride to beg."

Lois Lane couldn't speak. She was still in shock. The pain was fading now, and though the ragged entrance to her new tunnel was still sore, more than anything she was trying to process the new sensations of a third hole...and it wasn't like having either her ass or her pussy fucked. Not really.

"You are special to me," Blaze said. "But tell me honestly—did you really think I would beg? Or maybe, deep in your heart—did you hope that I wouldn't?"

The reporter gasped for air. Her whole body tensed. New muscles seized on the base of Blaze's cock. The third hole has a sphincter, like an asshole, a tight muscular orifice; but it was as sensitive and pleasurable as a pussy.

The demon flexed her hips, drawing the cock in and out of the hole. Lois shivered, her hands come up to clutch the demon's back, ankles still crossed over those buttocks. A part of her knew that she should be fighting, that this was ****, that she was being violated...

"You wanted me to **** you," Blaze grunted as her balls slapped against the reporter's ass. "You wanted me to fuck another baby into you. We are alike in that Lois Lane, we are creatures of pride that cannot ask—but when you push us to it, we can take."

The demon's mouth came down and encompassed Lois Lane's. The reporter opened her lips, and lt the meaty tongue slither in past her teeth. Her body shook with the pain and pleasure of her violation, and deep down inside herself, where Lois would never admit it—she wondered if perhaps this was what she had been pushing for, when she had denied Blaze. Maybe she did want someone that would take her like this, that would fuck her hard when she wanted to. Maybe a part of Lois did like to give up that little bit of control.

Which was a good thing, because it was all gone now.

Blaze shoved her cock so hard against the reporter's new cervix that Lois Lane bit down on that tongue in her mouth in pain...and then she felt the hot, steaming flood of demonic filth flooding forward, too much for her narrow fuckhole to hold, and it exploded out of her around Blaze's cock...and when the demon did withdraw...cock covered with blood and black jism...she crawled up onto Lois Lane's chest, those great balls rubbing against her collarbone as she pressed her cock against the reporter's lips...and now Lois could see that it was longer and fatter, with little soft pink spines, and a great flared crest like on a triceratops.

"Clean my cock, Lois," the demon said. "Clean it well, and maybe tomorrow night, as you lay down to sleep, I'll step out of the shadows and **** you again."

For a moment, the reporter's violet eyes widened. The stink of the cock was in her nostrils, fuckholes old and new hurt, and she could feel the hot slime still inside of her. She felt violated to her core, beyond anything experienced by any of those bitches in the bodice-ripper romances. As thought Blaze had torn through the virginity of her soul and left a foul pool of spunk deep inside of her.

Yet Lois Lane also couldn't remember the last time she had felt that alive—or fulfilled.

Lips quivering, eyes bright with pain, pride hurt but not gone, the Daily Planet's newly impregnated reporter opened her mouth and took the tip of the demon's dick into her mouth and began to suck, running her tongue and and down the pisshole...

It was the end of Lois Lane's night out. It was the beginning of something more, though neither human or demon was willing to admit what bond they had forged that night, or how eagerly they looked forward to tomorrow night.