Epilogue: Osculum Infame

The demon smiled. "Mother and daughter together. This amuses me. But I think...yes, I think you must stand aside little ghost, and watch. I would have you witness what your daughter sacrifices for you."

As if pulled by an invisible rope, Ella Lane flew from the bed, landing on her feet beside the red-skinned woman. Instinctively, Lois Lane crawled back on the bed...

"Stop." The demon's voice commanded. The reporter froze.

"You must give yourself to me willingly, Lois," the naked red woman sauntered toward the bed. "Now tell me truly...what sexual act do you most loathe? Something you would never do, even for the man or woman you most dearly loved?"

Images flickered through the reporter's head. There were always terrible fetishes that you stumbled across on the internet. Scat. Watersports. ****. Things that were illegal, unethical, dangerous, disgusting... The pure white eyes held Lois Lane's own as though sifting through her memories and imagination. In truth, compared to the depths of perversity on the internet, the reporter's sexual life waa bland enough, there had been few things that any lover had asked her to do that she had outright refused except...

"Ah," the demon's smile curved up wider. "Yes, I think we will start with that."

She crawled onto the bed with Lois, smiling like a cat. The demon turned, her curvy red ass pointed at Lois. Blaze spread her cheeks and leaned back, the dark red eye of her anus winking at the reporter, who swallowed.

"Eat me," the demon ordered.

The reporter hesitated, but only for a moment. Only long enough for Blaze to relish the look of horror in her eyes, the old nightmare finally coming real...and then Lois Lane got down on her hands and knees. She extended her tongue, inching her face forward...

I can smell it, Lois wavered, knowing what was at stake yet hating it.

A moment later, she could taste it. A shiver of revulsion went down the human woman's spine as her tongue flattened itself against the soft depression of the demon's asshole.

At least the outside was clean. The bitter acridness was barely an aftertaste as Lois ran her tongue around the rim of the demonic browneye. There was the salty accretion of sweat, the tangy grime and grit that most bodies accumulate in their odd crevices, but nothing that tasted like actual...shit.

"Dig in there," Blaze huffed.

The reporter quickly moved to comply.

She pressed her tongue against the vert center of the anus, feeling it flesh and bend and then give way beneath the unrelenting pressure. Her tongue slipped into a tight, warm space, the hot ring of muscle biting into her tongue.

The taste was stronger now.

Lois Lane pushed deeper, her nose hovering above the crimson crack of Blaze's ass, lips locked around the hole, trying to push her tongue deeper, swirling it around inside the unfamiliar anatomy, rubbing it against walls, trying not to swallow, not to breathe, but she couldn't help it...

How do women in porn claim to like this? The reporter asked herself, feeling a terrible disgust feel her as she began to move her tongue in circles, scraping it against the rim of Blaze's ass, to get her to loosen up. I feel filthy, disgusting, I'm going to get some disease and...ugh. I hate this!

"Ooh, keep that up," Blaze said cheerfully. "Eat that ass like your mother's soul depends on it."

Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, would not let herself cry. Not with her tongue stuck two inches deep in the devil's butthole, not with her mother standing behind her, mutely watching the entire spectacle. Knowing that her daughter was a dirty ass-eater...and that if she stopped, then both of them were lost.

There was nothing Lois Lane could think that would make this worse, except...

"You're acting like you aren't enjoying yourself, Lois," Blaze said, and Lois pushed herself to lick harder and faster. "Touch yourself."

The reporter's right hand found her clit, and began rubbing. She began to draw her tongue in and out of Blaze's back channel, retreating until she could feel the muscle start to slide closed again, and then pushing it back in, forcing the anal sphincter open again. Slowly fucking the devil's arse with her tongue. And all the while, she rubbed her clit.

The reporter's pussy was wet. But not because I'm eating ass, Lois told herself.

Her nipples were hard points, her back and neck ached from the position she was in, jaw already starting to feel tired after what couldn't hardly be ten or fifteen minutes or analingus. But Lois hated the way her body was betraying her, mixed signals firing in her brain. She hated kissing anyone's ass, but she liked touching herself. It was the worst of pleasure and pain that she had ever known...

...and she was doing it to herself. All for her mother's sake.

"That's the spirit," the demon murmured, just loud enough for Lois Lane to hear. "Though I'm sure I'll get tired of it in...say, four or five hours."