Epilogue: Tomorrow Night

Lois Lane was in her pajamas, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth when she answered the door. Angelica Blaze stood there in a long black dress that reached nearly to the floor, her height exaggerated with three-inch stiletto heels, a paper grocery bag in her hands. She raised an eyebrow with amusement and smirked as she stared down at the reporter.

"Dinosaurs, sweetmeat? Adorable."

The dickgirl strode in, pushing gently past the befuddled reporter. Lois quickly dashed to the kitchen sink, spat and rinsed as Blaze set her bag down on the table. The tall dickgirl stared around at the reporter's apartment with all the curiosity of a cat exploring a new space.

"Blaze," Lois said. "What are you doing here? I thought..."

"I brought you an enema kit," the dickgirl said as she ran a finger along the top of the only framed pictures Lois had hanging on the wall, photographs of her father and sister and her Pulitzer prize. Blaze rubbed the film of grey dust between thumb and forefinger, glanced at the overflowing bookcase, the full laundry hamper, the unmade bed. She touched a pair of dirty panties with her toe, the smile on her lips absolutely inscrutable. "You really should have your own, you know?"

"Why?" Lois asked...and then Blaze was standing right before her, pushing her breasts into the reporter's face.

"Because I want you to be clean and ready for when I fuck your ass."

Lois stared up at those dark eyes, and felt her cheeks burned. She couldn't believe that this bitch had the temerity to just waltz into her apartment and dictate to her.

"Who says I even want you to fuck my ass?" Lois asked.

"Oh? Do you have an engagement with someone else?" Blaze took half a step forward, and Lois retreated...only for her butt to bump against the edge of the table. The dickgirl leaned forward, pressing her body against Lois.

"N-no..." Lois admitted.

"Then let me ask...would you like for me to make love to your ass tonight? You seemed to enjoy it so much last night. I know I did. In fact, I've spent all day wanting to get inside of you again."

The dickgirl bit her lower lip, eyes half-lidded...and for a moment, Lois wanted to believe her. Wanted to believe that her ass had been so fantastic that this incredibly hung superhuman being had spent all day lusting after her. Except Lois remembered that illusion, and now she couldn't stop wondering how Blaze might be lying to her this time.

"You showed me an illusion, last night," Lois said. "You tricked me. You lied to me. How do I know you're not lying to me this time?"

Blaze's Mona Lisa smile resumed its place on her face. "You want me to drop all the illusions, sweetmeat?"

"Yes," Lois said, without thinking about it...and then she blinked as black dress and olive skin peeled away...and the reporter found she was pressed against the table by the naked body of a horned demon with skin the color of fresh blood on parchment, pure white eyes without pupil or iris set deeply in their sockets, small breasts with puffy pink nipples like unripe strawberries...and hard against the reporter's stomach a swollen prick with a purple head.

The reporter sucked in her breath...and smelled the faint ammoniac odor of Blaze's cock, waft up to her. The demon was clean, but she still carried with her a faint musk, a not entirely unpleasant hint of vinegar and sulphur like sauerkraut.

"What do you say, sweetmeat?" Blaze said. "Why don't you put my gift to use, and then we can have some fun?"

Lois Lane swallowed hard. The edge of the table was pressed into her buttocks, which she had instinctively clutched tight...but she couldn't deny a certain...temptation.

"Okay," Lois said. "But afterward, we talk. I've got questions for you."

"Of course you do, sweetmeat," Blaze stepped back, her cock standing out from her body like a spring. "That's who you are."

The reporter grabbed the bag and headed into the bathroom. She closed the door, and locked it, though she knew that was pointless. Her heart hammered in her chest as she dug out the enema supplies...lubricant, a soft black silicone tube which could fit onto the spigot of a tub or into a one-gallon bag. Lois couldn't believe she was doing this...then again, she couldn't deny the trembling anticipation that accompanied her as she read the instructions, ran a lubed-up finger between her asscheeks, pressed the nozzle of the hose against her pert pucker and...

Blaze took the covers off the bed, and lay down in the middle of it. She massaged oil into her stiff cock as she heard the water run...the toilet flush...a little play that was acted out a few times, as Lois Lane cleansed herself, and prepared her asshole for duty. The demonic dickgirl smiled at the thought. Somehow, she had never imagined it would be this much fun...her muscles bunched in terrible anticipation, her black heart pounded quicker as the door opened...and the naked reporter stepped forth, walking on the balls of her feet, face flushed and nipples hard, that deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes as she saw the towering cock she was about to sit on.

"I really shouldn't do this," Lois said, and Blaze wasn't sure if she was talking to the demon or herself.

"Why not, sweetmeat?"

"Because...you're a demon. With a dick. And I'm...it's..." Lois lowered her voice, flustered. "Dirty."

"After all that time in the bathroom," the dickgirl said wryly, "I should hope not."

"You know what I mean!" Lois said.

Blaze grabbed the base of her prick and pointed it at the ceiling. With her other hand, she patted her thigh.

"I know that you're a grown woman, and that if you want to get fucked in the ass that's your choice and no-one else's business," Blaze said. "I want to fuck your ass. You want to get your ass fucked. What's the harm? It's not like either of us is...pledged to anyone else...are you?"

Lois had reached the edge of the bed. "N-no. I mean, not formally."

"His loss," Blaze said...and Lois crawled onto the bed.

"I just...I don't like to think of myself as a buttslut," Lois said as she crawled over to the dickgirl and threw one leg over her stomach to straddle her.

The demon smiled. "You're my buttslut, sweetmeat. My one and only. Ah, of all the asses I could have had...but tonight, I only have eyes for yours."

The reporter chewed on that...but she also leaned backwards, using her fingers to guide the slick tip of the cock to her asshole. A part of her expected pain...but it slid in more easily this time than it had last night, and once again Lois felt that strange fullness, the desire to push that she had to resist, the quiver in her thighs as she lowered herself down, the intense burning as her asshole slowly stretched, the cock sliding deeper inside of her as she sunk down on it.

Blaze ran her hands along the reporter's bare thighs, careful not to let the nails scratch the delicate skin. In this position, Lois was in control, and the demonic dickgirl was content to let the reporter set her own pace, to slide up and down slowly, taking it as deep as she wanted, letting the head slide around inside the hot, wet colon until the demon thought her cock would melt.

Time lost its meaning. As Lois grew more comfortable and confident, Blaze's hands grew more bold. Rubbing the reporter's ass. Sitting up so that Blaze could massage the muscles along her spine. Hot red lips kissing and sucking at hard pink nipples. Licking at the reporter's throat. Raising her head so that Lois Lane's mouth could find hers. Moving there together, joined at the hip, the reporter's ass burning as her tongue tasted Blaze's.

The demon grunted softly as the first load of the evening sprayed into the reporter's hot tunnel...and Lois gasped at how hot it felt, after the cold water of the enema. How nice it was, feeling that eruption. Blaze clung to the reporter's body for a moment as she lost control, and Lois held her, riding out the ejaculation...and realized that she liked cradling the big, bad demon to her chest. Her ass momentarily giving her the advantage.

It made Lois hungry for more...and as she pushed Blaze back against the bed, Lois began to move her hips more aggressively, inwardly delighting at the lewd squelching noises as her cum-filled ass burbled jizz out of her shithole, riding Blaze's big red dick. Her mouth found Blaze's nipples, teeth flashing as she bit, listened to the demon's little moans.

The night was long...and Lois Lane began to realize that she might just get addicted to anal sex.