End: When Circe Cums, Lois Lane Strikes

Lois Lane buried her face in that ass. She plunged her tongue up to the hilt, until her teeth touched the sorceress's bunghole, and ignored the flavors and heat as she made it squirm inside the hot pocket of flesh. Her hands ran up and down Circe's thighs, over her buttocks, clutching, stroking, massaging the older woman's flesh.

All the while, their audience watched in mute fascination. Recording Lois as she degraded herself. As she spit into the recesses of Circe's gaping asshole like a pornstar, and used her fingers to slowly stretch and gape the hot little hole open so that she could stick her tongue down even further.

A good reporter knew when to wait for her story.

A great reporter knew when to go get it.

Lois's right thumb slid into the sorceress's slimy slit and tugged downwards, while her right thumb pressed into the asshole and slid upwards. Twisting her head sideways, the defiled reporter ran her tongue between the two gaping holes, back and forth, a line of spit dripping over the taint between anus and twat.

Against this deviant display of deference, Circe smiled....and then began to moan. Wiggled her ass and pressed it backward as Lois Lane flicked her tongue in and out of the holes, teasing, tugging, never letting up the pressure, but tantalizing the sorceress she-bitch so that she grew less and less concerned as the need grew in her more and more for the satisfaction of the need that had arisen in her body...and Lois Lane, her anger a cold hard thing in her chest, plunged herself entirely into the role of satisfying both ass and cunt.

The sun beat down. The waves crashed against the beach. Everyone was sweating, everyone breathing heavy as the cameras rolled and Circe's legs and arms began to tremble. Louder and louder was she moaning, and more and more pressure did Lois apply, that her thumbs were pruned with spit and pussy juice, and her drool overflowed the wide-open anus. Though the reporter's jaw was tired and her tongue felt dry, and the bitter taste in her mouth made her want to wretch, the reporter carried on with her **** lesbianism. Waiting...waiting...

"Ah...ah...right there...there you little cunt, keep licking...yes...suck my asshole, suck it! Oh...oh...OH!"

Circe's cries reached a crescendo. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Pussy and ass, stretched to their limit, spasmed and shook and clenched. Sweat sprayed off of her like a dog as her whole body gave up n that one perfect moment to the ultimate climax that Lois Lane had brought her to...

Which is when Lois Lane took her left hand out of Circe's pussy and punched the sorceress in the back of the head.

Circe's arms gave out, her face planting in the sand, ass in the air. The reporter curled her other hand in a fist and shoved it hard into Lois's gaping butthole. The woman's deep moan of shock and pain was drowned out by the sand.

With calm, methodical care, Lois punched her arm deep into Circe's ass...and with her free arm, she continued to punch Circe in the head. Blow after blow rained down, and the reporter looked up at the women recording this and noticed when they blinked and shook their heads, falling out of whatever spell Circe had them under...and with a snarl she told them:

"Keep filming."

After it was over...when dawn had come, and the women had been rescued, and the police had raided the brothel and taken Circe away to have her asshole reconstructed by the witches and wizards of whatever sorcerous prison that would hold her...the demoness Blaze sat in her private room and replayed the events of the evening, rubbing her scarlet slit with a smooth rod of red jade.

"Lilith's tits," she swore, as the mystical recording caught the climactic last act of the evening, when Lois Lane's elbow had disappeared into the pale, quivering mound of flesh that had been a once-proud sorcerer. The demon shivered and reminded herself to never, ever piss off Lois Lane...