Kiss Blaze's Ass

Lois Lane licked her lips as she stood before the demon. Her stomach felt queasy, though she strove to project as much nonchalance as she could. The reporter was intimidated by the crimson cock; looking at it now it must have been nine inches long when hard—far longer than any of her lovers, longer than any other object she'd ever tried to fellate.

"I'm not sure I can get all of that in my mouth," Lois said, honestly.

"Hmm, you don't have to."

Then, to her surprise, the demon turned and leaned over her chair. The heavy swaying balls hung down, and above that Lois could see the slit of the demon's pussy. A true hermaphrodite, then. Lois Lane knew she shouldn't be surprised, but it was weird to see that in real life. Surreal even. The demon's red hands grabbed her pert, muscular ass and drew it aside, revealing the round, dark donut of a puffy asshole.

It looked like something more suited for an animal than a human, and the queasiness in the reporter's stomach increased.

"I hope to have you many times, before the night is over. But I think we should start with something...traditional," The demon's voice was casual, but Lois caught an undertone of excitement. "So, I want you to kiss my ass. In the middle, please."

Lois took a breath...and then realized she was stalling. Better to just get it over with.

With that in mind, the reporter took a knee, bringing her face about level with the succubus' succu-butt. Holding her breath she pushed her face into that ass, warm lips pressing against the hard muscular anus. The reporter's lips parted, and her tongue slipped out, pressing against the demonic asshole in an obscene kiss.

In a moment of relief, Lois realized that the asshole was clean. The one last time she had given a rimjob, it had been on the request of a now-ex-lover, and she had ended up using and disposing of two toothbrushes just to feel clean again. But there was nothing bitter or foul about this asshole; it felt fresh-scrubbed, soft and rubbery, squeezing her tongue as it pushed deeper.

Her tongue, being only human, couldn't reach the demon's prostate—but Lois could and did dig in, running her tongue around the hard ring of muscle, pressing it in as deep as she could, the softer integument inside tasting oddly earthy. At some point, Lois couldn't hold her breath anymore, and was surprised, when she sniffed, to find that the demon's personal smell was like freshly baked peanuts...

"That's enough for now," Blaze said, slowly pulling her ass away from Lois Lane's face. "I don't want you to get tired out. We have more to play for, after all."

Lois, wordlessly, took her seat opposite Blaze as the demon shuffled. Blackjack again, by unspoken consent. The reporter fingered her chips...and bet her mouth once more. It was the smart play. Even if she had to do that again and again, she could bet her mouth all night if she had to.

Blaze smiled. "You liked it so much you want to do it again? Very well."

The reporter ignored the taunt as the demon put up a soul chip.

Lois: (4♠) Q♣

Blaze: (?) 4♦

The reporter tried to keep her face passive as she considered her options. Hard to do when she could still taste the woman's ass in her mouth, that little bit of flavor like raw steak, savory and not unpleasant, the little salty sweat-taste... It was risky to stay; if Blaze had a ten or a face card she and Lois would be tied—but if Lois hit and got more than a seven, she was fucked.