Epilogue: Same Time Next Week

Clean sheets. Rose petals. Candles. A few little surprises that Lois Lane had gotten from Wonder Woman and Zatanna, and that she hoped Blaze and Supergirl would like. This was only their second time together, and Lois didn't want to move too fast too soon, but she thought that if they were open-minded, they could try some things.

The clock struck midnight. Blaze stepped forth from the shadows, as though she had always been there. The scarlet succubus was naked except for a jeweled chain that wrapped around her waist; gold dust speckled her crimson breasts and those sharp cheeks. She cast an eye over the reporter's reinforced bed and the mood-setting candles with a smile, accepted a long-fluted glass of champagne.

Kara came in through the balcony, still in her uniform. Hair like spun straw was a bit mussed from flight, and she kissed Lois a hello before heading straight to the bathroom. Lois Lane hoped that her plumbing could handle a Kryptonian-grade enema.

"How has your week been?" Blaze asked, and they made small talk until Supergirl emerged, naked and clean. She sniffed at the champagne before taking a small sip.

"So," Blaze said. "How shall we begin?"

Lois licked her lips. "If you two don't mind...I'd like to try something a bit...kinky."

The devil arched her eyebrow. Kara was already blushing.

"What did you have in mind?" Blaze asked.

The masks cinched tight, locking heroine and villainess together at the jaw, lips pressed together. Runes glowed, magically muffling Kara so that she could scream without shattering glass or eardrums. They hugged each other close, and the Amazonian shackles that Wonder Woman bound them together, unbreakable from their super strength. They were like one organism lying on its side on the bed. One being with four legs, two pussies that were almost rubbing against each other, and two assholes.

Lois licked her lips. Her lovelies squirmed in their bonds, tongues moving in each other's mouths. Blaze was being aggressive, pushing against Kara. Lois could imagine that demonic tongue pushing into the young woman's mouth, trying to taste her throat. The reporter let her hands wander over the toys she had bought in the last week, wondering which to use first...

...and settled on the anal beads.

Small, stainless steel, the smallest the size of grape, the largest nearly as big as a tennis ball. The reporter grabbed Kara's ass and used that leverage to turn the conjoined lovers over, with Supergirl on top. Lois used her thumbs to spread the cheeks of the super-ass, the tiny asshole pink and flexing in trepidation in the candlelight.

The reporter ran her tongues around it, breathing in the clean scent of the ass. Her teeth bit playfully into one cheek, even though Lois knew she couldn't really hurt Kara, even if she tried. Her tongue pressed against the taut little sphincter, wondering how many millions Lex Luthor would pay to be here like this, eating out this ass...and inside her bonds, the heroine squirmed. Lois couldn't see what was happening with their tongues, but she imagined that if Kara gained a bit of confidence...and began to rub herself against Blaze more aggressively...then the demon would realize that the shoe was on the other foot.

Finally, Kara relented, letting Lois Lane's tongue slip inside. The reporter's jaw muscles worked, pushing saliva into the Kryptonian's tight ass, lubing it up for what was to come...and tasting the raw flavor of the inside of Kara's ass, like licking an uncooked steak.

Finally, Lois pulled out her tongue...and began to feed in the anal beads. The first slipped in easily...but the second was bigger...and the third...

The reporter could feel Blaze's frustration...but also Supergirl's. With each bead, her ass was being **** open bigger, the beads already inside **** deeper. Lois could only imagine what it would feel like...the slow, steady advance. The fourth bead was the size of a golf ball, and Lois was struggling to push it in with both thumbs. It slipped in with a rush, and for a moment both of the reporter's thumbs were trapped in Kara's ass. With the momentary surprise, Blaze took advantage, thrusting her tongue deep into Supergirl's throat.

With an effort, Lois pulled out her thumbs. The pink sphincter was still gaping slightly, held open by the steel cable. Lois decided four was enough for now...and flipped the bound couple over, to expose Blaze's ass.

Except Lois didn't want to use beads this time. This demanded a more personal touch.

She slathered her right arm with lube, and steepled her fingers. Blaze froze for a moment when she felt the tips press against her tight pucker...but she wasn't as strong or invulnerable as Supergirl. Muscles bulged in the reporter's forearm as she began to exert her strength, pushing her fingers forward—and though Blaze resisted for a moment, once the fingertips were in, the demon swiftly relaxed, trying to avoid damage.

As Lois waggled her fingers, squeezing her hand in deeper and deeper, the reporter buried her face in the conjoined pussies, breathing in their scent, tongue running freely from cunt to cunt. It was almost enough for Lois to laugh, overwhelmed by an abundance of pussies for her to taste and fuck and play with...all night long...

Although in truth, it only took Lois an hour to squeeze another couple of beads into Kara's ass, and the demon's asshole was gripping the reporter's wrist. Lois Lane's jaw was aching by the time she had made sure both of her lovers had cum, and began to undo the bonds.

Kara gulped down air with a gasp, once she was free of the mask. Blaze took advantage of the moment to kiss Supergirl's nose.

"Well, that was fun," the demon said. "Are you ever going to take your hand out of my ass?"

"I thought you liked it," the tired reporter mumbled.

"I think we should see how well you like it," the demon challenged...and then Supergirl was pulling apart the reporter's knees, tongue at the ready, and Blaze was carefully twisting herself around, determined to lick the reporter's pussy as Supergirl played with her ass...

The night is long...yet goes by fast, when you're having fun.