Give Her A Hand

Lois' heart jumped a little as she felt Blaze's arm withdraw—it was so weird to feel her anus stretch so easily, the warm, hard length of the demonic shemale moving so effortlessly through her internal geography. The reporter couldn't believe that she had taken the whole length of the arm, but at least it was over now, as Blaze cleared her forearm from Lois' rectum, only her hand still lodged in the woman's butt.

Then Lois felt fingers against the rim of her stretched asshole. The demon's wrist was still holding the gaping orifice open, but those fingers pressed, slowly but insistently, at the muscular sphincter. Lois knew what it had to be. Blaze's other hand, fingers now prying open a little gap, slipping in to the well-lubed hole...

The reporter shook, trying not to clench her muscles against this new, unwelcome intruder. Blaze for her part cooed, moving her hands back and forth, pressing deeper and harder, bit by bit...and Lois felt her asshole stretch to accommodate.

I shouldn't be surprised, Lois told herself bitterly. If my ass could handle her bicep, two hands shouldn't make that much of a difference.

Except it did, Lois knew. Bent over, both of Blaze's hands buried in her colon, Lois felt sick at heart. The weight of what was happening to her came crushing down all at once.

I'm a freak. The reporter didn't even feel a flicker of pain as Blaze began to push her arms deeper into Lois. I could probably sit on a traffic cone right now and enjoy it! Complete anal freak.

That was the worst part. She was starting to enjoy it. Blaze's forearms were spreading Lois' ass apart, hands locked together in a double fist as the demon slowly withdrew them and pushed deeper, gently fucking the reporter with both hands...and part of the reporter was responding to that. She didn't know if it was just the stimulation of the thick limbs moving against the walls of her pussy from inside or what, but her ass was feeling warm and the stretching was starting to feel...good.

Not exactly in the sense Lois normally associated with sex, but...her body was starting to flush, nipples hardening, breath coming in small pants. It was everything Lois could do not to start moving her hips, to push back, to encourage Blaze to push harder, deeper, to test the reporter's limits.

No. Lois gritted her teeth, feeling ashamed at the pleasure that was building. I won't do it, I won't, it's bad enough that I'm...some sort of monster now. I won't beg for it.

"Are you starting to enjoy it?" The shemale succubus hissed, elbows scraping against the taut rim of Lois' asshole, which was wrapped tight as a rubber band around her arms. "Talk to me, Lois. Does your ass-pussy feel good?"

"F-fuck you." Lois managed. She couldn't bring herself to look behind her, to see her asshole clinging to the demon's arms, being pulled in and out.

"No my dear...quite the opposite," the reporter gagged as the demon pushed forward, her fist pushing out against Lois' stomach. Even if it didn't hurt, exactly, the sensation of being pushed open far past her breaking point was strange and terrible.

Something bobbed against Lois' belly, and she stared down, between her dangling breasts, to see the knob of the demon's cock slap against her distended abdomen.

"I'm going to fuck you until you love me." Blaze whispered.