Spank Her

Lois Lane slid the handle of her whip between the demon's legs, the smooth red labia parting around the hard violet shaft. She caught Blaze's gaze and held it.

"I want...to spank you," Lois said. "And then, I want you to spank me."

"Give and take?" Blaze smiled. "I warn you, I might make you cry..."

"I'm counting on it, slut," Lois said, the last word spat haughtily. "Now...assume the position."

With a confident smirk, the scarlet succubus broke away...and bent over the table. Legs spread shoulder-width apart, arms stretched out in front of her. Black hair spilled out over her shoulders. Her round red ass and juicy slit exposed.

"I'm going to bind you," Lois said. "Let me know if this is too tight."

The Star Sapphire ring flared...and translucent violet crystals grew up, sharp and menacing, trapping the demon's legs. A similar crystal formation bound her wrists. Instinctively, the demon stretched her muscles, testing her bonds...and Lois ran her hand over the small of the scarlet back.

"Let's say twenty strokes. Just for a start," Lois said. "If it's too much...say the word."

The demon defiantly tossed her head...and Lois wondered if her power would be enough to hold Blaze, if she chose to truly try and break free. The reporter squeezed the naked ass. Drew back her arm...and the whip morphed and shifted into a great flat paddle.

With all the strength of her arm, the reporterdrove the glowing violet weapon against the taut buttocks. The paddle was semi-translucent, and Lois could see the wet imprint of the pussy smooshed against the flat side. The **** of the blow drove Blaze forward, trapped as she was against the desk...and Lois brought her arm up...and down...

Blaze gnashed her teeth. She grunted. At every stroke, her body tensed...and then relaxed...shivered...panted...dripped. Purple stripes appeared on the crimson buttocks. Lois felt the impact of every stroke in her arm and shoulder. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the wetness between her legs as she slammed the violet paddle against that ass again...and again...

...and on the twentieth stroke, the energy construct shattered and Lois fell to her knees and buried her face in that demonic muff. Unable to escape, Blaze growled...and then moaned...and then quivered, pushing her ass backwards as the eager, hot tongue lapped at her Satanic slit, the reporter's small pink tongue flicking over her clit, delving into that hot tunnel, running over her bitter asshole.

Until the demon shook in place, howling like a banshee, squirting tangy, sour juices over Lois Lane's chin.

Lois rested her cheek against the demon's ass as the spasms of Blaze's climax died down...and the ragged pants became more regular breathing...and then the demon said, very clearly:

"My turn."