Epilogue: The Last Cock

On shaky legs, wearing only a red silk robe embroidered with golden dragons, Lois lay down on their shared bed. Blaze was washing up in the kitchenette...and the tired reporter was fighting to keep her eyes open. But she knew the evening wasn't done yet.

Reaching over to a side table, the weary woman recovered the bottle of lube that Lois and Blaze normally used for their own lovemaking. Shucking out of her robe, she lay stomach-down on top of the sheets and spread her cheeks, feeling the cool air kiss her sore hole. It was aching...

Aching to be filled again, Lois told herself as she emptied a glob of lube in her hand and rubbed it between her fingers. With the ease of long practice, the woman reached back and ran a finger around the rim of her anus. It stung...but the lube was cool, too, and her body shuddered with the memories of earlier in the day as the finger slipped so easily inside.

Lois worked the lube in deeper, now with two fingers, hissing a little when she ran across a sore spot, and yet her hungry ass seemed to be begging for more...it was strange how easy it was to get accustomed to having something inside. How empty Lois felt without it. Soon, Lois could feel her pussy dripping, fingers stirring within her reminding her of her hours as a whore...

That's how Blaze found her, two fingers buried in her asshole, cheeks spread and presenting her well-greased hole. Lois turned her head with tired, pleading eyes to her lover.

"Please...I need you..."

Angelica stepped out of her clothes—the demon phasing right through them so that they fell in a heap on the floor, her great phallus already hard and pointing straight at Lois' asshole as though it had a mind of its own. All semblance of human form melted off of her as she strode toward the bed, until what stalked toward her with cold, inhuman, scarlet beauty was as far from human as human was from ape...and Lois felt her pulse quicken at the predatory lust in her lover's eyes.

Lois slipped her fingers out of her hole and spread her cheek apart, turning her face into her pillow and biting it. She could feel hot streams running down her legs, hear the rustle of silk sheets, feel the bed shift beneath the additional weight...but it was the heat, the gentle dry heat that radiated from Blaze's skin that the human woman felt first, like a fire held inches away from her poor pucker...

The hot rod pressed against Lois' asshole and she swore she heard a sizzle of boiling lube...and then there was nothing, just the heat and presence as the demonic shemale began to push her mighty cock into the reporter's depths, and tears came to Lois eyes and her teeth bit into the goose-feather pillow to hide her scream of pain and exultation.

Because it was everything that four hours of getting fucked in the ass by strangers wasn't. With the merciless drive she had come to love, Angelica slide her long schlong up to the hilt, until the swollen balls smacked against her pussy, and Lois could feel the blazing tip buried somewhere in her guts. Her asshole was a ring of fire, stretched wider than any of the human johns could possibly have managed with their pathetic human cocks, hitting virgin territory inside her where no human prick could go. Lois felt speared and helpless, penetrated like few women ever could or would know.

Then Blaze began to move, in a gentle yet insistent fuck. She of everyone knew what the exhausted reporter wanted and needed. Something to burn away all the pain and purposeful degradation of the night. A warm and familiar token of love and lust, a marker that the one who impregnated her still felt her worthy to carry their bastard hellspawn.

Angelica bent over, her breasts pressed into Lois' back as she laid a warm kiss on the back of the human woman's neck. Down below, her hips pinned the reporter to the bed and began the steady process of pumping cum into that much-abused rectum. A hot boiling gusher of semen that marked Lois once again as her personal—and only—whore.

Lois smiled at the familiar sensation...and just like that, like so many other nights, slipped off into a dreamless sleep. Blaze curled up beside her, the erection still plugged into her lover's asshole. They would stay like that all night, and probably sleep in a while the next morning, spooned together. The demon breathed in the scent of Lois' hair, and wondered how she had gotten so lucky.