Explore Her Limits

Lois shivered in anticipation as the hot saliva dripped into her gaping rectum, the demon's thumbs spreading her open...and yet she could feel a familiar sensation in her pussy as well, a kind of tingling itch and wetness that made her want to rub her thighs together. The reporter bit her lip, trying to block it out...but that only made her aware of the burning sensation that had traveled up her esophagus, and even now was slowly spreading from her throat along her jaw...

Something was pressing against Lois' ass. Bigger than a finger...bigger than any toy she had ever sat on. It felt huge and oddly shaped, but more than that, it was insistent, a steady and terrible pressure against her asshole...and the thing that shocked and terrified the reporter was that her asshole wasn't resisting.

She turned her head to look back over her shoulder, and the demon smiled back at her. Blaze's right hand had been closed into a fist, the knuckle of the index finger a little forward of the rest, and was forcing it slowly but steadily into Lois' rectum.

No, she corrected herself. Not ****.

The reporter's eyes widened as she saw and felt the rim of her sphincter give way before the demon's balled fist, stretching obscenely easily. Hot liquid splattered down from the gaping asshole as Blaze moved her fist back and forth, squeezing her fist in up to the second finger.

"You're lubricating nicely," the demon observed. "I'll bet that will feel good on my cock."

That's impossible. Lois knew. Assholes don't work that way.

Pussies were self-lubricating. Sphincters could stretch, if you went slowly and used enough lube, to accommodate sizable objects. But Blaze wasn't slowing down...and Lois' ass was swallowing the demon's fist easily. The harder the shemale succubus pressed, the farther into Lois the hand disappeared...and it wasn't more than a half a minute before the reporter felt the strange and unfamiliar sensation of her sphincter closing about the demon's wrist.

There was no pain, either. There was the sensation of being stretched, yes: the passage of the demon's fist had caused Lois' elastic orifice to extend like never before, and there was something strange and terribly seductive about that sensation—but the reporter also knew that being fisted that fast, with so little foreplay, should have snapped something. Lois should be crippled by pain, bleeding out of her ass, writhing on the demon's wrist...instead her mouth was watering, lips tingling and feeling puffy as the burning sensation crawled up from her jaw to her mouth...and she noticed the demon's cock begin to stiffen.

"Well, that's a nice warm up." Blaze's voice held an edge of excitement. "But let's see how far you can go."

The hand, buried inside of Lois, pushed forward. She squeaked as her rectum began to be stretched again as the demon applied her strength, pressing her arm deeper into the reporter's body.