Pull Out

"I could reach straight through you," Blaze hissed. "Grab your tongue and let you feel my fist in your mouth. But I have a better idea."

The arm withdrew—faster than it had gone in, slick with Lois' juices, and the reporter couldn't resist a shiver. She had done some anal play before...not much, not too deep, but enough to experiment with the sensation of something going in and out of her colon. It didn't bring her to the heights of orgasm like it seemed to do on porn, but with enough lube it hadn't been painful either...weird, certainly, going "in the out," and she had never allowed any man to fuck her ass.

Yet this was...like taking a plug out of her ass, only with her entire body. She could feel strange internal muscles pulling at the retreating arm, and the oddly straight path through what should have been a lengthy and circuitous path through her gut was instead a kind of straight shot. The whole effect was disconcerting, Lois' map of her internal anatomy completely upended.

I really am just a tube.

The demon stopped wrist-deep, with her hand still buried inside the reporter's asshole. Lois realized she was panting, sweaty. As hard as it had been with the arm going in, coming out of her Lois could now feel a terrible, aching emptiness. As if her body missed the intrusion. But she was smart enough to know the demon wasn't done with her yet.

Lois almost yelped as something hard and warm slapped against her bare pussy. It wasn't pain as much as surprise; Blaze's attention had been focused so much on Lois' ass that the sudden, momentary stimulation to her cunt had been a shock.

"W-what are you going to do?" The reporter tried to put some steel in her voice as the shemale's demonic prick rubbed against the dripping slit.

"What do you think? I'm going to show you what it's like to get your cunt fucked and your ass fisted at the same time." The demon's voice was a sneer...and that set Lois off.

Concentrating with all her might, she focused on her anal sphincter, buttocks flexing, muscles tensing—and was rewarded with a snarl of pain as the demon's wrist cramped hard enough for bone to grind on bone.

Lois had Blaze—or at least part of the shemale—for the moment.

"I did not give you permission," the reporter clenched her ass harder, "to fuck my pussy."

"You think I need your permission, little whore?" The demon's free hand wrapped around Lois' throat. Their eyes met, Lois' vibrant violet orbs staring into pale, irisless whites in dark orbits.

"I... think... you're going to lose a hand..."

The eyes narrowed. The hand relaxed at Lois' throat, and turned to a caress against the reporter's cheek.

"This isn't how I wanted it to be, my dear." The demon's voice was sweet as forbidden sin. "Why don't you relax and I show you what your new body can do? There are pleasures beyond anything a mortal has ever felt...I promise you that..."

Lois set her jaw. Honeyed words from a demon...but the promise reminded the reporter that such creatures were bound to their word...