Only Bad Ones

Blaze wanted Lois to scream, which meant she couldn't hold the reporter's neck tightly. The demon was shoving the bottle roughly in the reporter's pussy, which meant Lois could get a good grip on it with her kegel muscles. The reporter's hands grabbed the demon's horns, a crazy plan forming in her mind.

This is a really bad idea, Lois thought as she braced her feet against the demon's thighs. Those pure white eyes bore into Lois as the crimson hand tightened, threatening to snap the reporter's clavicle. By a stroke of luck, she shoved the bottle deep into the reporter's pussy, glorying in how Lois Lane's grimace of pain deepened...and then let go so that she could free her hand for a moment.

That was the moment Lois Lane needed.

Kicking off with her lower body Lois swung out, gripping the bottle with her pussy with all of her might. She almost screamed as skin tore and her bone threatened to snap in Blaze's steely grasp....cum sloshed deep inside the reporter's cunny, a void opening up at the bottle of the bottle...and then Lois Lane's ass came down, and the bottle hit and there was the sound of breaking glass.

There is an art to breaking a bottle open to use as a weapon. Lois had never tried it with her pussy before, and for a moment had been afraid she'd end up with nothing more than a cunt full of broken glass shards...but now, here she was squeezing her quim around the neck of the magic bottle, a large sharp glass shard jutting out like the stinger of a wasp.

Tugging at the horns, Lois swung her legs open wide. Blaze didn't even register the threat until after several inches of sharp magic glass were stabbing into her abdomen, just an inch or two above her crotch...and Lois didn't stop there. Holding on for dear life, Lois raised her hips up and stabbed downward, again and again, the sharp glass biting into the demon's skin...which, as steely and resilient as it might be, was apparently **** to its own magic.

Unbelieving at this turn of events, Blaze staggered backward...hot blood welled up from the wound, splashing the reporter's labia, but Lois didn't stop. With every thrust Blaze seemed to weaken, sank lower to the floor, until Lois was on top of her, rising and stabbing downward, her pussy clamped painfully around the broken bottle, and for a moment Lois felt like she was fucking the demon to ****.