Epilogue: The of Blaze

With a shiver that shook her entire body, the demonic Lois Lane spewed the last of her tainted cum into Black Alice's packed cunt. Jizz splattered and dribbled down the side of the desk. The reporter's eyes rolled back in her head, her cock aching pleasantly.

"That was amazing," Lois said, her limp dick still plugging the barely-legal teenager's fucked-raw hole.

"You were pushing rope for the last ten minutes," Alice said. The young woman was drenched with sweat, and by this point completely naked. Lois had ripped off every stitch in her desire to get at that tight young body. Not toned and athletic, but soft with the promise of real birthing hips. Scratches and bites marked the witch's breasts and shoulders, the infernally-powered Lois unable to contain herself.

"And I still managed to cum in you again," Lois said with a smirk. The reporter leaned down, until their foreheads almost touched; the dark wings from the reporter's back hovered over them to hide the light.

"You know," the older woman said. "I really...care for you."

"Getting soppy you old cunt?" Alice smirked back...and then the smile faded. In the darkness, Lois Lane's violet eyes were dark and lustrous, the pupils like pools of oil.

"I'm thinking...now that everything's all over...we might make this a little more permanent," Lois said.

"You're not just talking fuckbuddies, are you?" Alice said, suddenly serious.

"Oh, there's going to be some fucking..." The reporter's mouth dipped down, and they kissed—not with the sudden heat of passion, but with a deeper flame, a desire that burned within them both and met together as their tongues twisted around each other, lips locked, a silent pledge to each other that...

"Hello cunts."

Lois and Alice's eyes widened. A heavy pressure was pressing Lois down, trapping her mouth against the young witch's, their sweat-slick bodies pressed down against each other. The reporter braced her arms against the desk, all of her demon-enhanced strength bent on keeping her lover from being crushed. They recognized that voice...the slight but unplaceable Mediterranean accent, now raspy like a two-pack-a-day smoker, so loud each word seemed to echo with thunder.

But that was impossible! Blaze was securely contained... Lois thought.

"You sappy sluts were so engrossed in your impregnation-fuck, you didn't even notice when I burst my bonds...and that's not all."

Green runes glowed in the darkness around Alice's neck like a choker.

"I've just temporarily disabled your babymama's powers!"

With a tremendous effort, Lois managed to raise her head. It felt like she had a mountain on her head. Sweat dripped down onto her lover's body.

"Please!" The reporter said. "Don't hurt her! I'll do anything!"

"Eight months," Blaze said as though she didn't hear Lois. "Eight months in bondage, a vibrator taped to my genitals, leaking out cum for you to slurp. You know what? I'm not even mad. Unlike a cum-tainted bitch like yourself, I was born in hell. This has been like a vacation."

Lois gasped as she felt hands spread her buttocks apart. Sharp fingernails dug into the firm flesh of her ass, and something wet and slimy pressed against her defenseless asshole.

"In fact, I enjoyed myself so much, I'd like to thank you both," Blaze hissed.

Beneath Lois, she saw and heard Alice suddenly gasp. Something hard moved against the underside of the reporter's limp shaft.

"Lois!" Alice said. "My ass!"

The reporter grimaced. "Mine too. It's okay. Just relax. We can get through this. Together."

Her heart seemed to thunder against her breastbone. The air between the two women was hot, and both of them panted as they felt the hard knob of something press against their buttholes. Lois felt as though something was going to burst inside of her chest. She felt light-headed, strange, apprehensive as the cock or whatever it was pressed harder against her little sphincter...it felt massive, impossible that it would fit, utterly sure that it would rip her asshole apart...and yet all she could think about was the squirming young woman beneath her, how beautiful she looked, how much she meant to Lois, and...the words came out.

"I love you," Lois whispered.

"Save it for the wedding," Blaze growled, and shoved her double dicks into the helpless assholes before her.

Lois and Alice gave little cries as their rabbit holes were plundered in tandem. Though they could not see it, Blaze had abandoned her normal form. She stood ten feet tall, dark horns scraping sparks from the ceiling; her legs had twisted backwards into goatish limbs that left burning cloven-hoof-marks in the floor. Muscle-swollen arms held Lois down, the heavy dark claws digging painfully into the reporter's hair and the skin of the demon-tainted woman's back. Heavy breasts hung forth on her chest, as big as a smaller woman's head, and four white eyes peered forth from a face like a fallen angel.

Each cock was a knobby pink tentacle as thick as a woman's wrist, ropy and prehensile, tipped with a pair of lips from which dark forked tongues emerged, slathering a viscous grey precum. Dangling beneath her heavy muscular thighs were a pendulous ballsack like a bunch of grapes, every teste glowing from within.

The women cried out as the slick tentacles **** themselves deeper into their bodies, and Blaze opened her mouth and sighed, as though tasting the invisible essence of their lust and suffering.

Neither Lois nor Alice was bottomless, and when the swollen tentacles reached the end of the colons, the lips at the tips opened. Tongues squirmed out to licks at the entrance of the women's intestines, and they pitch and tone of the women shifted at this new and unfamiliar trespass. Slowly, Blaze began to move them back. The tentacles slid in and out of the well-lubed holes. Sometimes they swelled to stretch the assholes to their limit, and sometimes they pushed fast and hard, punching the assholes painfully.

Blaze was in no rush. She had waited months for this moment, and she reveled in her victory as the women gasped and grunted beneath her. The demon knew at first they would hate the sudden and painful intrusion, but soon their bodies would begin to acclimate...

It was so.

Lois panted hard, unable to deny the heat building around her asshole, different from anything she had ever experienced. What was more, despite the lovemaking that had come before, she could feel the blood begin to flow into her cock. The reporter bit her lip, ready to scream as the cock began to stiffen inside Alice's tunnel.

Bad enough that we're being fucked up the ass by a demon, Lois felt herself on the verge of tears. But I don't want Alice to suffer having both her holes stuffed!

"Lois," Alice gasped hoarsely. The runes glowed brightly around her through, the demon's magic still strong. "It's okay. If it's you, it's okay. I want it."

The reporter opened her eyes. Warm tears fell down on her lover's face. Alice gave a wan smile.

"I love you," the young woman whispered. "You old hag. Now fuck a baby into me."

There were, perhaps, stranger ways to make love. Lois gasped in pain and need, her dick painfully stiff as she began to move beneath the demon's painful pressure. The tentacle in her ass began to swell now, and Lois could barely focus on moving as the weird living thing dilated her asshole beyond anything she had ever imagined possible.

Beneath her, Alice groaned and shook, her body at the absolute limit of her endurance. Cunt and ass were on fire, tentacle and cock pressing against each other through the thin skein of flesh between pussy and asshole, her taint a salty mess of gooey cum and demonic saliva.

Yet there was an intimacy and a mutual need in their shared pollution, and as Lois Lane's hips began to shudder uncontrollably, body shaking with need and yet unable to keep up the pace, through something like sheer **** of will she felt the hot spurt of something erupt from the tip of her dick, and at that moment Lois Lane screamed, her urethra on fire, and she couldn't swear if she was cumming or pissing blood into Alice's womb.

The witch, for her part, only screamed. One last climax rung from her exhausted frame.

It was the first time that the lovers had ever cum together.

Stretched to their limit and beyond, the reporter's arms gave out, and she collapsed on top of Alice. Limp and unmoving, both of them were past the point of sex. The tentacles moved in and out of their orifices as no more than mechanical motions in holes worn pink and raw.

"Typical," Blaze muttered. "Well, might as well finish."

The tentacles both began to plunge in and out fast and hard. Lois could barely keep her eyes open as the burning rubbing in her backside increased to the point of pain. Something hot and wet began to spray deep in her bowels, and Lois blinked groggily as she felt the boiling-hot demonic seed pack itself into her intestines...and then, as the cocks slowly withdrew, her colon.

Until they pulled out completely, and Alice and Lois lay there on top of one another, black demonic jizz pouring out of their assholes like thick crude oil. Neither woman could close their asshole, even should they have been able to muster the strength.

"Until next time, Lois Lane," Blaze promised...and then, with a silent clap of thunder and a whiff of brimstone, she was gone.

The reporter closed her eyes. Beneath her, she could almost imagine her last, heartfelt burst of sperm wiggling toward Alice's waiting egg.

If not...well, she was certain this wasn't the last time they'd fuck.