End: Blaze Wants Her Money

The door opened. Circe and Lois Lane looked up from where the double dildo connected their pussies. A woman stood there...or something in the shape of a woman. She stood tall and lean, dark horns curling back from a broad brow, her skin as red as fresh blood on parchment, which was stretched taut over her bones. Strips of orange fabric barely covered her slim breasts, tied behind the neck and dropping down to merge with a metal belt of leering golden faces that hung about her hips; a long sash of orange silk hung between her legs for decency's sake, but the legs themselves were bare, and the demon padded forward on her toes, claws clicking on the marble until she reached the sand of the beach.

The sorceress stared at the interloper with frustration.

"What do you want, Blaze?" Circe said.

"My money," the demon came to a stop an arm's length from where Lois and Circe were. By mutual consent, their fucking had ceased with their labia touching, the double-headed dildo nearly invisible as its full length was buried in both of their pussies. "Your time is up."

"Fuck off," the sorceress said. "I'm not even using one of your whores."

"I sent her to you," Blaze countered.

"Who asked you to? This one's mine. Now leave us be."

Lois looked back and forth from one to the other. "What's...going on?"

"I am trying to get paid for sending your pussy her way," Blaze said.

"But you didn't send me," Lois said.

"Didn't I?" The demon dropped down on her haunches. One red arm flicked out, and lifted the ring piercing Lois Lane's left nipple. "I saw you come into the club. I had Maria guide you straight to Circe's door. Knowing exactly what this rug-munching lesbian cunt would do once she found you."

"No...I..." Lois sucked in her breath. Had this all been a set up? She knew that she had first come her looking for the missing women, but to think that someone had actually been watching...and maneuvered her to arrive before Circe like a lamb to the slaughter.

"I said: Fuck. Off." Circe made a complex gesture with her hand. "Ξεκίνησε δαίμονας, πίσω στον Άδη που σε γεννήθηκε."

For just a minute, Lois saw the demon's eyes open wide...and then her outlines wavered, and the crimson body took on a spectral quality, until there was nothing left of the demon Blaze except a green outline...and then even that faded. Until there was nothing left to show she was ever there, except for footprints in the sand.

"What did you do?"

"Exorcism," Circe said as her hands settled on the reporter's hips. The sorceress began to move once again, and Lois felt the dildo slide in and out of her pussy. "Now my dear, I think we both deserve an orgasm, hmm?"

The tanned, tattooed, pierced reporter turned her attention back to what they were doing before the rude interruption. Her hands explored Circe's body, her pussy muscles clenched so that she could thrust the dildo into her mistress's body. The reporter thrilled to the older woman's little moans, the way her eyes closed as she lost herself in their lovemaking.

Yet a part of the reporter couldn't stop thinking about what Blaze had said...and wondered at what had led her here. It was not that Lois regretted the outcome, even the changes to her own body. Circe seemed to thrill to the jingle of the rings piercing the reporter's clit, and Lois gasped as her fingers tugged at the rings in her nipples, pulling until just at the threshold of pain...and they ended up holding each other, breast to breast, mouth to mouth, the reporter's pierced tongue sliding around behind Circe's teeth as the sorceress came...and came...and came...

Until they both lay tired but happy on the sand beneath the moon.

Circe sighed.

"The women you were looking for...no doubt Blaze had them working here. You'll have less trouble finding them, now that she's gone."

"What about...us, mistress?"

Circe smiled. Languidly, she reached out to trace one of the tattoos on Lois's breasts.

"Oh...we will meet again, my dear. Not tonight, for you have work to do. But some night, when I feel the urge upon me, you will open a door and step out into Mediterranean sunlight..."

The sorceress smiled.

"...and we will know each other again. Does that please you, my pet?"

"Yes, mistress." Lois said at last.