Punch Her Prostate

The reporter stuck two fingers down her throat, to coat them liberally with saliva. She could feel the heat in the air increase, the static electricity build as all the hair on her body began to rise. The surface of the scrying window seemed to boil, and Lois saw red hands press against the surface...and then the whole thing seemed to flex as the glans of an inhuman red cock pressed against it as well. As though the demon was trying to fuck her way between their two worlds.

Without hesitation, Lois jammed the stiff, spit-slick fingers between the sorceress' buttocks. Circe gasped as they found her brown-eye. The anal sphincter instinctively tightened against the sudden intrusion, but adrenaline drove the reporter's arm. A piercing howl issued from Circe's lips as the reporter's stiff fingers pushed through the tight ring of muscle...and then Lois was **** to dig around blindly for her target.

There were some men who got soft when penetrated. Lois had seen it with a few boyfriends that wanted to experiment with butt stuff. Yet as the reporter continued to stroke Circe's cock, she could feel the dickgirl sorceress go the other way...blood flooded the dick, and made it harder than before.

The scrying window began to shudder. The demon on the other side thrust her hips, and her cock slammed into the portal like a battering ram. The whole world seemed to shake with each mighty thrust, and Lois could almost smell and taste the sulfur-taint of the demon leak through. Her whole body was tense and on edge as her fingers dug around in Circe's ass...

...and then she found it. A hard lump, like a walnut of meat. With a dick came all the other apparatus of male genitalia...including the prostate. Lois Lane's fingers curved and pressed against the lump.

**** ejaculation via prostate simulation wasn't like a normal climax. There was none of the build-up, and often none of the ****. Semen was **** out, often spurting or dribbling. Lois had used to like to watch straight guys get pegged, to watch their seed **** out of them one ass-stroke at a time, their cock flopping pitifully as they were fucked like a bitch.

Now...it was Circe who gave a strangled cry. A single shaft of green light burst from her urethra. So bright that it showed through the skin of her prick. Lois Lane held on despite the heat that threatened to burn her hand, to point the green beam at the scrying window...which exploded convulsively. The reporter had a vague glimpse of a green fireball erupt on the other side of the mirror, saw for a split-second a scarlet skeleton limned in green...then the mirror was gone, and all the intense atmosphere dropped.

The exhausted Circe sank to her knees. She swooned, and the reporter blinked as a sudden chill went over her. They were in a bare concrete wall, naked...all illusions collapsed...and the dickgirl's cock broke off in the reporter's hand. The reporter stared down as the grey-black thing, like charcoal, collapsed in on itself until she held only a handful of grey dust...and a few green sparks sank into the palm of the reporter's hand.

"You...can take your fingers out of my ass, now," Circe managed, her voice hoarse. The lavender-haired woman seemed utterly spent, as she leaned against the reporter's naked body. The hazel eyes blinked slowly. "You absorbed a lot of magic. Might be...side effects."