End: Kiss It And Make It Better

"I can heal you by kissing the wound," Blaze said.

"What kind of bullshit superpower is that!?" Lois Lane growled.

"Magic! I don't make the rules," Blaze said. "Look, do you want me to kiss your ass or not?"

Which is how, begrudgingly, Lois Lane found herself on her knees in the middle of the bed, biting into a pillow as Blaze held the reporter's cheeks apart.

Blood still dripped from the ass, though not much; a brown crust of dried blood surrounded the anus, which was a puffy expanse of raw flesh, with several tears. Blaze was not a doctor, and could not diagnose an anal prolapse with multiple fissures...but then, she didn't have to know exactly what was wrong with Lois.

Unseen by Lois, the scarlet succubus braced her tongue between her sharp white teeth and bit down. Pain lanced through her, and hot liquid copper flooded the demon's mouth. She pursed her lips and let the blood fill her mouth as she brought her face down toward that soft, pulsating, open wound.

Lois Lane stifled a scream as the lips touched the raw, sensitive flesh. With her face, Blaze pushed the prolapsed flesh into the reporter's body...and then she opened her mouth, just enough to spit the demonic blood into Lois Lane's asshole.

The reporter felt something hot pour into her ass, and it began to burn. She whimpered, tears streamed for her eyes as the burn of the demon blood began to spread.

Blaze, for her part, opened her lips and began to mouth the rim of the reporter's anus. Her tongue scraped along the sphincter, the cut painful in her lips, but the demon blood oozing into every fissure, tear, and cut in the reporter's asshole...and as the demon blood mingled with the reporter's own, the flesh closed. Torn muscles knit themselves together, frayed nerves regrew, integument tightened...and as the burn spread away from Lois Lane's asshole, Blaze's tongue swirled around and around the quivering rim of flesh.

Lois shook. The pain in her ass had lessened, but she could feel the demon blood as it spread through her body. It brought with it an unnatural heat...and though she didn't know it, a deeper connection with Blaze. The demon massaged her lover's ass with her hands as her tongue squirmed deeper inside her. Lois Lane's tears dried as she shook, not in pain now, but in strange and terrible anticipation. Her whole body seemed gripped in fever, and the heat had reached her brain.

Blaze grinned as she felt the thighs shake, and Lois pressed back against the demon's face. Lois Lane moaned openly now, her cunt squeezed, black jizz oozed out of the fuckhole. All trace of pain was gone now, and Lois was lost now in a new, forbidden pleasure...the heat and anticipation built and built inside of her as Blaze tongue-fucked her asshole, and a strange light-headedness came to Lois as she reached a place that normally was only achieved with half and hour and a shower attachment.

Stars seemed to burst behind Lois Lane's eyes as her ass squeezed tight around Blaze's squirming tongue. Her voice cried out and her pussy squirted onto the bed below her as though she had lost all control of her bladder. Her spine stiffened as she rode out her first anal climax...and then she collapsed, boneless, face-first into the bed.

Blaze pressed tender, bloody kisses against the reporter's buttocks.

"If you want," the demon said. "I could do that again. Perhaps tomorrow."

Lois Lane, when she could speak again, thought back to all the things that had happened to her tonight...all the things she had experienced for the first time. What she wanted to feel again. There was really only one thing to say.

"Yes, please. Just...gentler next time."