Lois & Blaze Read "Sarckle's Spooktacular: Monsters in the Park"

In the void between the chapters, Lois Lane lay naked on a towel, her arms resting on a pair of scarlet thighs. She held up the flaccid crimson cock with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, eyeing the dangling sack critically.

"How do you get hair on the bottom of your shaft? Do you have any idea how that rubs me raw?" The reporter said.

"Look, I need to be clear-cut down there for the next chapter. So you clear the undergrowth, and I'll read." The demon Blaze shot back. "This was your idea, anyway."

"I just want you to be more involved in the whole review process," Lois said. He right hand reached out and swirled the shaving-brush in its little pestle, and brought the foaming soft brush over to her work area, bruskly painting Blaze's balls and shaft with white cream.

"Oooh, tingly," Blaze's lips fell into a Mona Lisa smile...and then she tapped the tablet a few times, navigating to the appropriate section of CHYOA, and read aloud: "'Sarckle's Spooktacular: Monsters in the Park' by Sarckle. Looking out your bedroom window overlooking the park..."

Lois listened as she went about her business. Blaze's odd accent and the second-person narration added a little something to the experience. Like an audiobook...except one that prompted her, every so often for a choice.

The reporter slid the safety razor down through the white shaving cream, showing the blood red skin beneath. In truth, Lois wasn't sure what would happen if she did press too hard, or at the wrong angle. What color would Blaze's blood be? And would she still be able to fuck, with a wound on her dick? The reporter was so lost in this question, as she rinsed the razor in a bowl of water, that she almost missed the question.

"Can we actually try out the magic ring?" Lois asked.

"No, the only option so far is 'Search the house.'" Blaze said.

"Okay, so we do that..."

The balls were warm in her hand, and the size of goose eggs, today. It was tricky to shave, the sack was so soft and shapeless. The reporter found she had to almost pinch it, draw the skin tight, so that she could draw the razor over the soft skin of the balls.

"Fight, flight, or freeze?" Blaze said. "Although the actual options given are 'Stand your ground, Magic, and Beg for Mercy.' Personally, I'm curious about 'Beg for mercy.' We could get a sex scene that way."

"Life is not all about sex," Lois said idly. She rinsed the razor again, and Blaze made a little hurk sound as the reporter twisted her sack a bit to get at the hair on the back. "Let's fight."

"So...topless, but we have a silver weapon. Sortof." Blaze said.

"Attack," Lois said, running the razor over the bottom of Blaze's balls. The reporter tilted her head and stared at the pussy burried beneath the testicles. "Great Caesar's ghost, you're a jungle down there."

"Hard to reach places," Blaze said, and then read on: "'You rise to your feet...'"

Lois listened, then reached for the shaving soap brush and ran it over and down the demon's slit...probably harder than she had to, the bristles sliding between the lips. The reporter smiled. She liked making things a little difficult for the scarlet succubus.

"The prose is alright, although the 'You this...' and 'You that...' gets a little repetitive. Second person and all, I get it, but a little more variety would go a long way." The reporter said as she reached for the razor again.

"Fucked, or Run for it?" Blaze said. Lois was now holding the demon's cock by the base, her thumb pinning the balls to the shaft and out of the way.

"Oh, let's get fucked. That's what we're here for, anyway," Lois said.

"'The werewolf humps you from behind slamming himself into you in a frenzy of thrusts,'" Blaze read...and as she read, Lois felt the soft cock begin to harden, the cock swelling. It wasn't exactly A. N. Roquelaure, and Lois herself thought she could have done with more description, more discussion of how it felt to get that canine cock slam into her from behind, to feel the hairy thighs brush against her own, ass cheeks clapping as she began to push back to meet the thrusts...but it was more than many stories, who think a bare paragraph of humping and pumping is sufficient for multiple simultaneous orgasms.

Lois let the scrote drop over the fresh-shaved pussy.

"Turn over, on your knees. I need to get around your asshole."

Blaze grunted, her hard cock standing out beneath her like a horse's erection, drooping a little under its own weight. the reporter noticed that the succubus's slit was a little wet...and Lois knew how she felt. Carefully, the reporter squeezed the left cheek, bright as a red apple, to get at the fine black hairs that grew up around the little dark divot of the devil's anus.

"'You feel his cum pumping into you right before your own body shakes in ecstasy,'" Blaze read aloud, her voice somewhat husky. "You know, I wouldn't mind if there was an epilogue to this, a bit like the ones we have. Although this is a fine ending, in truth."

"Hmm," Lois set the disposal razor aside and grabbed a wet towel. She ran the white terrycloth over the demon's ass, down her damp slit, over and around the balls...and finally grabbed the shaft, rubbing it back and forth, her thumb scraping along Blaze's abs.

"You like those happy endings, don't you?" Lois said, her cloth-covered hand gripping the demon's dick now. The reporter bent down and ran her tongue around the fresh-shaved asshole. Clean enough to eat off of.

"I...do," Blaze said. "Although a part of me is curious what the other paths look like. For all that it has game mode, and a few choices, there doesn't seem to be much in the way of mechanics."

"Hmm," Lois said, still stroking the rigid prick. "Well, maybe we'll work on our own happy ending...until next time."