Toy With Blaze's Ass

"Don't worry," Lois Lane slathered the vibrator liberally with lube. "I know what gets you going."

The reporter liked to think of this particular toy as The Standard. It was a no-nonsense black tube of medical-grade silicone, tapered at the point of insertion and flared at the base to prevent it from disappearing entirely up your butt. The full insertion depth was seven inches. A simple recessed switch activated the vibration, with grades of HI or LO. The kind of uncomplicated sex toy for an uncomplicated woman that knew exactly what she wanted to get her off, and wanted to be able to stick it in the dishwasher afterwards.

Lois pressed the tip against the bound demon's asshole. She didn't bother to turn it on yet. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, so to speak, the reporter was in no real hurry. The night was long...

There was a kind of breathless anticipation as the human woman placed her palm against the flaring base and pushed it forward. The little pucker was paler than the surrounding skin of Blaze's ass, almost pink. She pressed forward slowly, watching the anus stretch and give way...waggled it gently as the tip slid in, the vein on the demon's cock throbbing boldly.

"This is amazing," Lois said out loud, knowing Blaze could hear her. "Oh, it's one thing to watch someone's asshole get penetrated in porn, but there's nothing quite like seeing it live. I can actually feel your pulse through the vibrator! And your cunt is so wet..."

It was cruel. She knew it was cruel. But Lois Lane was also past caring. The reporter continued the long, slow slide of the sex toy into the demon's depths. Took joy in watching the hips squirm and thighs tremble, the tied-off cock nearly purple as the erection strained against the binding spells, blood flowing into the flesh and unable to flow back out. Too long like that was supposed to be bad for a cock, but Lois was past the point of sympathy for the devil.

The reporter planted a kiss on the cock, feeling the warm flesh between her lips. Opened her mouth and turned her head, letting her teeth play on the flesh, very gently. But Lois Lane wasn't there to bite. Oh no. She was there to feed.

Her tongue wended it way up to the purple mushroom tip, now grotesquely swollen. The full length of the dildo was up Blaze's ass now, and the reporter's fingers found their way to the switch...