End: Not If She Goes In The Wrong Hole

Lois bit her lip and leaned back, trying to hold back a smile as the unnaturally long cock crept up her pants leg. In a different circumstance, this would have been horrific, but right here and now...it tickled her fancy, to think of getting fucked, impregnated this way. The cock was squeezing up her pants, headed unerringly for her crotch, and Lois was wet and ready for it. She wanted to feel that cock blindly worm its way into her pussy.

As it got closer, the stiff head rubbing against her upper thigh, Lois raised her hips. She wanted to coax it to its goal, but without touching it. Hands on top of the table. Which was a good thing, because the door opened, waiters bringing in the dessert...some sort of dark sorbet with berries and a chocolate sauce so deep and rich it made Lois Lane's mouth water... The reporter smiled placidly at the waiters, murmuring "gratzi" as they set the dishes down...but she was focused on the cock which was now pressing blinding against her taint.

Come on, come on! Lois thought, smiling and grabbing her spoon as the waiter made a great show of filling up their water glasses, asking if they had everything, if they wanted coffee... The reporter nodded dumbly, said that would be nice, and felt a terrible itch as the wiggling cock went south instead of north. With a sinking feeling, Lois felt the rubbery head press against her pucker.

Wrong hole, wrong hole, abort, abort! Lois thought, utterly unable to do anything as the waiter stood there and poured the coffee, poisonously strong espresso in little china cups.

"You must be careful miss," the waiter said, smiling benevolently. "It is very hot!"

"Yes, of course," Lois **** a grin as she raised the cup up to her lips. She could feel the cockhead rubbing against her asshole, smearing it with precum, and pressing insistently. The reporter was afraid of squeezing tight, lest Blaze rip her as it went in...if only this waiter would leave so could reach into her pants and move the cock to where it was supposed to go!

Lois Lane was mid-sip when Blaze's cock, encountering unexpected resistance, replied with unexpected strength. The reporter nearly choked on her espresso as the cock breached her ass suddenly and violently. The waiter saw her and reached forward, but she waved him away. Her smile hid the sudden, blazing pain in her asshole as the cock slid deeper inside of her, sliding all the way up her leg.

"It's good! Thank you. That's great. Thanks." Lois said, but what she thought was: Please please fuck off, fuck off...

He did, finally. Lois waited until the door had slid closed before she put down her spoon and stared across the table at the blank-eyed dickgirl.

"Angie," she said.

"You're really tight," Blaze said, her voice oddly distracted. "We're going to have to stretch you out a little or you're going to have a hard time giving birth..."

"You're not going to impregnate me there," the reporter said, as calmly as she could, as the cock wiggled back and forth. "Because you're fucking my ass!"

Angelica Blaze blinked.

"I...what?"

"Wrong. Hole." Lois said. "And it hurts."

"Oh! Oh fuck, I'm...I'm sorry, let me just..."

The cock swiftly retreated...too swiftly. Lois didn't bother to hide her grunt of pain as the swollen head popped out of her violated asshole. Worse, she could feel that it left a trail. A very unpleasant trail, all the way down Lois Lane's leg. The reporter frowned.

"Can you teleport?" The reporter said, after the cockhead slipped out the bottom of her pants. "Magic portals? Anything like that?"

"Yes, of course." The demonic dickgirl said.

"Pay the check. Take us to my apartment. I need to change my pants...and clean up...and then maybe put some ice or aloe or something on my asshole."

"Yes, of course...I..." Blaze looked genuinely mortified. "I'm sorry, I was just..."

Money went on the table. The dickgirl reached across the table: "Take my hand."

Lois did. There was a weird sensation of someone poking her in the forebrain. It was the only way she could think of it. Memories stirred up as she remembered what her apartment looked like...where it was...and then, as soon as it was all she could think of, her stomach lurched and they were there, sitting at the kitchen table.

The reporter stood up and gingerly stepped into the bathroom.

She took her time. Stripping off the tight pants, rinsing them out in the tub, washing her own body...and then, because she could, Lois took out the enema kit she used beneath the sink and used it. The little dab of vaseline on her pucker felt good after the forceful violation earlier. A part of her had always wanted to experience anal sex, but that little episode was basically a guide to how not to do it.

Half an hour after she went in, her pants hanging up to dry, clean inside and out, Lois Lane emerged...and found, to her surprise, that her apartment was dark, lit only by a dozen glittering candles. Fresh sheets were on the bed, which was strewn with rose petals. Out of the darkness, Blaze stepped...all human guise gone, so that her dark horns rose above her head, the pure white eyes glowing as bright as the candle flames.

"I'm sorry, Lois. I didn't mean to hurt you...let me make amends."

The reporter took a breath before she responded. It had, after all, been an accident. And she was clean now.

"Get the lube," Lois said. "If you want to apologize, then you'd better fuck my ass properly this time. I expect to cum before dawn!"

The demonic dickgirl smiled. Her white teeth reflected the light, seeming to hang in the air like the Cheshire cat.

"As you wish, love."

On the bed, ass in the air, butt well-lubricated, cock hard and normal-sized...Blaze slid in without pain. The reporter closed her eyes to the darkness, focused on the pleasures of her first proper assfuck. There were worse ways to end a night out...and as the demon sank deeper and deeper, stretching her hole out slowly, stopping frequently to let Lois get used to the size, the reporter thought about all the ways this night could have gone differently. If she had said "no" instead of "yes," if she had called on Superman to save her...she wondered about all those other Loises throughout the universe that weren't getting their ass fucked like this tonight, to the smell of rose petals and the warm press of balls on her labia as Blaze bottomed out.

"Poor bitches," Lois said with a smile...and before dawn came, Blaze would grant her wish.