Lois Grabs Blaze's Horns

The dark horns on the demon's brow were smooth and cool under the reporter's hands. The reporter shrugged her shoulders and rolled her head around at the neck. Beneath her, the demon was quiescent, except for the swollen cock. Lois gave a test pump, sliding her ass up and down. Her pussy was slick enough, and the demon's cock had a pleasing thickness when Lois pushed her pussy all the way down. Yet she knew that she would need more stimulation than that to get off.

"Grab my tits," Lois said.

The demon blinked, appeared to hesitate.

Lois, exasperated, pulled the demon's head up by the horns and lightly tapped it against the cement floor.

"I said: Grab. My. Tits."

The demon's crimson hands slid up quickly to cup the reporter's small breasts. Not for the first time, Lois wished she had a bigger bust. Not that she didn't like flat justice, but if it was possible to feel the lack of something you'd never known, Lois missed not having bigger boobs.

The reporter began to move. The horns gave her a good grip, the cock was hard, and the heat of the demon's palms was suffusing her little tits, the hard pink nipples pressed into those palms.

"Massage them," Lois said, her heart beating a little faster. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her pussy. It felt very wet and sticky, and she knew that Blaze really had cum inside of her. That was dangerous, and if the reporter was anything like a rational state of mind she knew that she should have been working to resolve the situation—turn this whole "game of truths" thing back on Blaze, figure out how to save those women, getting a morning-after pill, something.

Except Blaze was no longer just holding the reporter's breasts. Now her hands were squeezing them, index fingers teasing the reporter's nipples. The little sharp nails seemed poised to penetrate the reporter's nipples, and Lois gasped...but never stopped her vigorous humping.

Blaze's red right hand moved...and came down hard on the reporter's left tit in an open-handed slap that stung.

"You like that?" the demon asked.

"Yes," Lois said, almost before she realized she was answering.

The slap came again, harder this time, leaving little red impressions of the stiff fingers on the pale tit-flesh.

"You want more?" Blaze said, a flicker of her old smile on her lips.

"Yes, yes!" Lois said, because after the stinging pain came a tingle of euphoria. She tightened her grip on the horns and thrust her cunt more firmly on the cock, hoping this added stimulus would push her over the edge.