I'm Not On The Pill

Lois blurted out. It was the first thing that had come to mind. She wasn't scared, really, as much as bewildered by the strangeness of the scenario. Group sex had never even been on her menu before—not even a threesome! Yet here she was, being asked to partake in a demonic sex orgy, and she didn't even have any condoms. Hell, she wasn't even on birth control; the side-effects had been so bad she'd let it slide...and it wasn't like she normally had a very active sex life, except for her little toys and a well-thumbed copy of Maplethorpe back at her apartment.

Fear thee not to get with child

Nor the dread disease

A charm I'll lay fair and mild

To put thy mind at ease!

For this spell I need access

Spread they dainty legs

Expose thy cunt to my caress

This, Etrigan doth begs.

Lois blushed. "You..." Deadman placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Lois. He just wants to help...and trust me, before this night is over, we're all going to have seen everything there is to see of each other. Let him do this, let him protect you. If not for yourself, then for the women in there."

She sighed. The reporter's thumbs hooked the waist of her pants and pulled them down, panties and all, to her knees. She bent over, steadied herself against the wall, to expose her hairy pussy to the onlooking ghost and demon from behind.

"Is that enough?" she said, as she looked over her shoulder.

In answer, Etrigan unrolled the tongue from his mouth...except it was now bright red, forked, and about fourteen inches long, the two scarlet tendrils waving like the tentacles of an octopus. The demon dropped to all fours and crept up behind Lois. She could sense his presence by the heat he radiated—palpable even in the steamy warmth of the basement—and his breath on her bare backside was almost painful, like bending over before an open oven. She dreaded the intrusion she half-knew was coming.

Yet when it first came, it was almost light as a tickle—both in her pussy, and against her rectum—the slightest, most questing of penetrations, sliding in easily on its own lubricant, not a hard thrust or inquisitive tongue, but small quivering worms that made their twin ways through her wet tunnels. Almost in spite of herself, Lois felt herself to begin to respond. Her heart beat faster, her pussy and ass almost instinctively trying to clench against the soft invaders, and she struggled to hold onto herself, to not react as they slid in deeper...

She dropped her head, looked down at the toes of her spread legs, the pants and panties bunched around her knees...and the dark depression growing on her panties as juices dripped from her pussy. She pulled up her shirt, a little, to see the patch of pubic hair above her cleft, and the bit of skin right above it. The tongues felt rather deep inside her now, and the heat—an intense, unnatural heat—was building. She watched with fascination as a yellow pentagram outlined itself on her stomach, just above her pubic hair. It seemed to glow right through her skin.

Then, as quickly as they came, the invaders withdrew. Lois panted a little at the friction of the tongues against her inner walls, but stifled a moan as they slipped out.

All's well, our delicious slut

Fairly made was the hex

Impenetrable now against all nut

Fear ye not tonight's sex!

Lois hoped so. She was all out of excuses.