In Her Ass

"I want you to finish in my ass," Lois told the scarlet succubus. It was the safe, responsible thing to do. Hardly anyone got pregnant taking a load of jizz up their butt. Anal sex was safe sex. For a certain value of "safe."

Blaze slid her fingers deeper into the reporter's bunghole, causing Lois to gasp, falling forward across her demonic lover. Tit to tit, the cock pumping away inside of Lois Lane's pussy with every thrust, those long red fingers spreading and exploring the reporter's rectum.

"Did...did you hear what I said?" Lois panted, her climax closing in. "I told you to cum in my ass."

"I heard you," Blaze purred. "I'm going to spunk your cunt anyway."

"What!?" Lois was taken aback, tried, and failed to sit up. She was approaching that point of no return, the frenzied moments before orgasm when nothing could stop her short of physical ****. "But I just told you..."

Two more of Blaze's fingers teased the edge's of the reporter's whole. She gagged, the cock feeling suddenly huge inside of her, sliding across her g-spot.

"You told me what you think you want. The nice, safe, option. But I know what you really want. What your body wants. You had me fuck your tight little cunt because you want me to breed you. Well congratulations mommy...that's just about to happen!"

The kiss was sudden and unexpected. The demon's lips were hot, writhing things that seemed to engulf the reporter's mouth before she knew what was going on. The slimy tongue slipped in, pressing against the reporter's teeth, demanding entrance.

Inside of herself, Lois Lane felt on the verge of madness—she knew she should end this now, claim ****, insist that Blaze finish inside of her ass instead of her **** cunt. But the idea of that hose spewing inside of her...the egg-seeking sperm-missiles launched, hunting for the lone cell to impregnate...and Lois remembered that she had done this to be honest with herself, to let go of all of her inhibitions, at least once.

Damn the consequences.

Four fingers were inside the reporter's asshole now, and maybe that's what finally set her off. A white heat seemed to engulf her brain, conscious thought temporarily disabled. Her mouth opened and she let the demon's tongue in, her pussy squeezed and her toes curled, nervous butterflies ran through her belly as her pussy muscles flexed in an uncontrollable spasm, asshole threatening to squeeze the demon's fingers off.

Then Blaze's voice burned, not through the reporter's ears but straight into her mind.