End: "Be Gentle"

Lois whispered the words and quivered, feeling her chest rise and fall. She could feel the edge of her excitement—her whole body poised, waiting to be fucked—and at the same time she was scared, the terrible tightness in her pussy, the animal heat radiating from the demon dick poised even now at her new maidenhead... Before, she had been concerned only about being taken roughly; now she knew she was in for some damage—and the worst part was she wanted it.

Her nipples were hard as rocks, and the reporter could feel the flush burning across her face. Lois' pussy was dripping wet, kegel muscles working as if trying to scratch an itch from the inside, her thighs tensing against the hands that held them apart. The brunette was almost panting, fuck-flight-or-fight response sending a surge of adrenaline to ramp her up to new heights of desire, and right now what she wanted, more than to escape was just release...even though she knew that was going to hurt.

"Gentle?" The scarlet woman leaned down, bringing her face close to Lois' own. The weight and heat of her erection pressed against Lois' pussy, and the reporter was afraid she was going to plunge her cock through right then. "Your cunt is mine. By right of contract. I will take it when and how I please. Isn't that what we agreed to, whore?"

The words stung Lois, the acid undertone unexpectedly vicious...and she was right, the reporter knew. Lois had agreed to that.

"Yes," she whispered, softly. "But...please."

A growl purred deep inside Blaze's throat...and then she buried her mouth in the hollow of the reporter's throat, where it met the collarbone. Lois gasped, back arching against the sudden, unexpected kiss, pressing her breasts into the demon's own, hard nipples sliding against one another. The reporter tilted her head back, exposing her neck, and the demon's tongue, long and thick, came out in a lazy lick up the side, tasting her, making her way to the reporter's face...

Lois opened her mouth, and found herself closing her eyes as the tongue slipped in, a curtain of twisting meat that reminded her of a dog's tongue, soft and floppy but filling her entire mouth...and she tasted herself there, the slightly bitter, salty taste of her own pussy on Blaze's lips as they locked with the reporter's own. For a moment, locked together, sharing that one hot breath between them, Lois forgot about the terrible cock pointed toward her womb, about her deal with the devil, about everything.

Blaze's cock ripped through the virgin membrane in a single violent movement. The demon shoved her hips forward until they slammed into the reporter's own. Lois instinctively bit down at the sudden shock of the intrusion, tasted thick, coppery liquid in her mouth as the pain suddenly hit—the bright, almost-forgotten pain of a hymen torn, of something unrecoverable lost.

The demon withdrew her tongue, and Lois wanted to cough, to ****, the thick taste still in her mouth, but when she opened her eyes, Blaze's pale white orbs stared into the reporter's own purple irises, almost expectantly...and Lois swallowed, feeling a little sick as the demon's blood went down her throat...and then the scarlet woman broke into a wide smile, teeth filmed with black ichor.

Lois felt the demon's hands shift, grabbing the reporter's left hip and right ass cheek, and then they were moving, rolling over, so that Blaze lay with her back on the floor, the reporter on top.

"Now," the demon breathed. "Ride me."

Some people think that losing your virginity is a quick thing—that the pain fades after a moment, and all that is left is pleasure. For Lois, that was wrong. She stared down at where the scarlet cock impaled her pussy, the thick shaft spreading her lips open wide, the line of bright red blood against the darker red of Blaze's skin. There was a circle of fire in her cunt, like an open wound...and yet she was so close...Lois began to move.

The reporter gyrated her hips, grinding against the cock inside of her, Blaze's hands cupping and caressing Lois' ass, the human woman's hands idling over the demon's abdomen, feeling the hard muscles packed there...but both of them were too close. The slow interlude was only a pause as Lois gathered her breath.

Planting her knees on either side of Blaze, Lois began to lift herself up...just an inch at first, hissing at the pain as her wounded cunt was stretched over the length of that terrible hard pillar of flesh, and then slammed back down again, the reporter's ass hitting the demon's thighs. And yet...and yet...Lois groaned to herself, at the familiar friction, at being filled...and she kept going, ass rising, humping the cock a little farther and faster each time, working up a rhythm...the pain was a constant burning ache now, but the reporter was trembling, hands shaking, tits heaving, cunt slapping down on the demon's dick with wet smacks...and Blaze was beneath her, smiling at the show.

One red hand had worked itself around to Lois' front, a thin, strong thumb pressed against the reporter's clit, and the reporter's fingernails clawed at the demon's stomach, toes curling under the double ****.

"I'm...I'm...so close..." Lois panted, feeling the strain in her hips, ass clenching painfully, desperation firing her to lower herself onto the crimson cock faster and harder, aching for relief.

Lights flashed behind Lois' eyes when she finally came, cunt clamping down hard, thighs bunching painfully against the demon's body, Blaze's thumb a blur on the human's clit as they rode out the reporter's orgasm. Lois flopped forward, still impaled on the demonic dick, muscles aching, panting for breath, utterly spent... when she felt the shemale's hands glide around to take firm hold of her hips.

"My turn," Blaze's voice was a whisper.

The first thrust lifted the demon's ass off the ground, and sent Lois flopping backward, a cry of anguish and astonishment on her lips...and then the demon began a rapid slam-fuck, holding the reporter in place as she raised and lowered her hips, crashing her crotch into Lois' own so fast that the human thought her pelvis was going to shatter beneath the relentless jackhammer blows. Lois, her strength spent, could only list, unable to even heave herself off of the relentless pounding, and the burning pain of her torn hymen gave way after a minute to a kind of creeping numbness unlike anything Lois had ever experienced before.

"Please," the reporter begged, **** for an end. "Please cum."

And no sooner had those words left Lois' lips, than Blaze did.

The reporter couldn't feel it. Not like some geyser inside her cunt. But the demon slammed the reporter down on her cock and held Lois there for a long minute, and the human could feel...something. A heat, a wetness. A twitching throb in that cock, which seemed to go straight up to Lois' core.

Then, release. The red hands disappeared from her hips, and Blaze stared up at Lois, breathing hard.

"Our pact..." Blaze panted, and for the first time Lois saw that crimson face was flushed, wet with sweat, and knew that the demon too had been pushed to a superhuman effort. "...is complete. You may leave now."

On wobbly legs, Lois rose...and felt a stream of something wet fall out of her cunny as she began to gather the loose articles of her clothing. Blaze did not move, or speak, even once as Lois got dressed...simply lying back, the deflated cock like a snake on her abdomen...except once, to snake out an arm and snatch the black lace panties from beneath the reporter's fingertips.

"These are mine." As Lois watched, the demon brought them to her nose and breathed in the scent.

Lois did not have the strength to dispute the point, as she pulled her weak legs into the tight pants. All the time while the reporter dressed, Blaze sniffed the panties...and the crimson cock began to stir to life again, the demon stroking it gently with two fingers, one eye on Lois...and that was how the reporter left her, laying on the bathroom floor in a pool of sweat and cum, as she hobbled away bowlegged and numb.