End: Long & Hard

In the end, Circe did opt for a human cock, long and slender with that pronounced ridge along the soft, sensitive underside that some pricks had. Lois Lane had little to complain about...nor did she.

She knelt in the sand as the sun went down, casting pink light over the ocean. The tide was coming in, and Lois was on her knees as it washed over her toes, face toward the pavilion and the doorway as the sorceress rubbed a bit more lube into the reporter's asshole. The reporter knew that if she had been in this position earlier in the evening, she would have made a break for that door, to try and run, escape...

...but things had changed. She had changed. Lois **** her body, tense with anticipation, to relax as Circe rubbed the tip of her dick against her virgin hole. One deep breath, two, let it out, then...

Pressure. Pain. Sharp hiss and intake of breath at that moment of resistance, her body struggling on the cusp...and then Circe was inside of her, the head of her cock popping out into the other side so that the ring of the reporter's anus squeezed tight behind it, and Lois stifled a gasp or a scream or a moan.

The sorceress stayed there for a moment. Her hands massaged the reporter's ass cheeks, then up to her lower back. The waves lapped a little farther up, water on the soles of Lois Lane's feet, and then almost without knowing it she was moving her hips backward, impaling her ass deeper on that cock.

Circe, with the iron will that came from a trained and experienced sorceress, stayed there. Let Lois explore her own limits. Heart hammering in her chest, breasts dangling, mind awash with everything she was feeling and had done tonight, Lois began to move...first hesitantly, and then with increasing confidence. With the lube, it didn't hurt so much. Oh, it was different to be sure. In the out. She had to represent the sudden urge to try and press down, empty her bowels. Nor was Circe's cock driving her to any heights of ecstasy. Her pussy felt oddly hot, but neglected.

The waves were washing over Lois Lane's ankles when Circe began to move again. The slender cock slid in a little deeper, a little faster. Lois felt her ass begin to burn, like muscles are wont to do during a good workout. The sorceress's hands had moved up to the reporter's hips, giving a good grip.

"Give me your hands," the dickgirl sorceress said, her voice soft, brooking no disagreement...but without magical reinforcement, either. There was a choice there.

Lois chose to balance herself in the sand, raise her body, and brought her arms up behind her.

Circe seized her wrist...and plunged in deep. Lois gasped at the **** of her entry, sure in that moment that if she looked down she would be able to see where the cock distended her flat abdomen from within...but no. It wasn't that long, for all that it felt like a tree trunk. The sorceress shifted her grip, letting Lois lean forward, small tits swaying, piercings jangling as the cock began to fuck her in long, deep strokes.

By the time the tide was up around her knees, Lois was shaking. Her arms ached. Her ass was a ring of fire, taking the cock easily, loose and open, and her pussy dripped down into the salty tide that flowed up farther and farther between her legs. Lois no longer suppressed her moans, her muscles ached at the position Circe held her in, and the reporter wondered at what stamina kept the sorceress in that position.

Somewhere below, women who had gone missing began to awaken as if from a long nightmare. The demon that had stolen them from the world had been banished, though it took time for her enchantments to fade, and the business of the brothel and club she created would go on for a few hours more without her direct guidance. Come morning, Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would go downstairs and meet them...interview them...get their story to take back to the people of Metropolis.

But not until morning. She would be limping a little, unable to sit...and though none of the women would be able to see it or smell it, cum would be leaking from her ass, to leave a mess in her panties.

A going-away present, from the one who to whom Lois Lane had willingly given her anal virginity.

Nor was it the last such present that Lois would receive from Circe...but that is another story.