Lois & Blaze Read "The Steward" by Wilparu, Part 1

"Tighter."

Lois Lane cinched the zip-ties tighter. The bare red arms of Blaze were over her head, wrists crimped together by the plastic ties to the steel hook that dangled from the ceiling. Normally the demon was taller than Lois, so they had decided the scarlet succubus would be on her knees...a spreader bar would keep her knees far apart, her pussy bare...the hand demon's feet could be tied to her thighs.

The result was fairly pleasing to Lois, at least aesthetically: her partner in literary crime was reduced to an upside-down crimson Y, pussy exposed, subject to whatever **** that the reporter could think of. Lois smiled as she looked out at the tools she'd laid out in anticipation: pliers, a hammer, a hemp rope with a thick knot tied at either end...but what she reached for was the slim plastic tablet.

"'The Steward' by Wilparu," Lois read aloud. She settled herself on the floor before the bound demon, one toe stretched out to rest against the demon's hardpacked abs. Blaze twitched and pulled against her bonds in frustration.

"What are you doing?" Blaze growled.

"Torturing you," Lois said. "'The stink of whale blubber...'"

"No, torturing me is what you're supposed to be doing, not reading a fucking erotic novella!" The scarlet succubus said.

Lois smiled. There was no **** she could inflict greater than neglect...not when Blaze had forsworn the use of her powers until she invoked her safeword.

So they stayed, Lois reading aloud, her feet playing over the demon's naked body...and Blaze glowered and twitched, lost in the battle of wills with Lois as the reporter clicked through chapter after chapter...until at last, the demon had to ask:

"Are there any choices in this pleasure cruise?"

"Of course," Lois said. "You can choose to stop reading at any time. Other than that...not so much, it's fairly linear."

Blaze grumbled. The reporter's left foot was desperately near the demon's left tit...but what annoyed Blaze new was the itch on her upper lip.

"The chapters aren't short, at least. Is there any sex?" The demon said as she twitched her nose.

Lois kept reading, her voice low and husky...

For an endless time Hitty held him, kissed him, felt him. She let go of his cock, reluctantly, but then used both hands to wrap around his back and pull him tight as he held her head, and spirits above the feeling of his fingers running across her scalp all but ended her. She could feel the hot iron of his prick between them, thick against her stomach, and she wanted it so badly inside her she felt she would faint. Grinding instinctively against him, she moaned again, louder, as if unable to form words to express her want.

The demon wished her own loins would drip with lust as readily as Hitty's did, but the itch on her lip had gotten worse, and her face contorted as she struggled to get at it.

Which is when Lois cinched forward and extended both of her feet to press into the kneeling demon's face. The earthy stink of the petite toes made the demon recoil for a moment...but only a moment. Then she availed herself of the scratching post and began to rub her face against the pads of the reporter's feet.

"The sex isn't that bad; there's certainly plenty worst on CHYOA," Lois said. "Decent detail. It's a sex fantasy, so leave out that he beds an 18-year-old easier than most men wank one out in the morning. Certainly, I can't throw stones."

The itch had been scratched, but Blaze hadn't ceased rubbing her face against Lois Lane's dirty feet...and now, somewhat hesitantly, she let her long, red tongue out to lick at the small, delicate feet with their accumulation of dirt and grime...Lois smiled, but simply read on, as Blaze licked and licked her feet clean, the red tongue scraping against the slightly leathery pads of her feet...and the demon did not stop until Lois got to a certain passage:

I have been counting my days from my last moon blood, and this would be a promising time to get pregnant.

The reporter picked up on the pause.

"It's not like we can throw stones. Zeebop has catered to many a pregnancy and impregnation fetish with the both of us," Lois noted.

"True. I suppose it's just the lack of options. Normally when you or I are set up for impregnation, there's at least some small, symbolic option to avoid pregnancy...put the condom on, ask for the prick to cum outside...or to embrace it. Here, it's a fait accompli. Rather takes some of the fun out of it."

The demon craned her head and wrapped her lips around the big toe on the reporter's left foot, sucking gently at the dainty digit.

"It's not a major theme," Lois noted. "I'm more concerned about lines like 'I heard you got a nice cock, so just ram it in, my cunt can take it.' It's not terrible, unless you're a woman yourself, but normally rough sex works better with a bit of build-up. There's a lot of sex in these chapters, but I do sort of wish there was more...realism. A woman that isn't soaking wet, who doesn't want her pussy pounded into hamburger, who isn't begging for a creampie."

"Aggrgh, wghlngh trough stghns," Blaze mumbled around the toe in her mouth.

"I know, I know," Lois said. "Again, it's a fantasy. But a little realism, a little...challenge...would make his sexual conquests a bit more satisfying. Credit for not having a cock that bangs against his knees and keeping everything consensual, I suppose."

Once again, they fell back into their habit. Lois reading, Blaze sucking on those dainty little toes, one after another. The dull brown and grey gone now, the skin pink and fresh, the tongue squeezed in between each and every toe, tasting all the flavors. Feet had never been one of Blaze's fetish, but bound as she was, she had to admit that her horned head began to spin a little at the heady smell of those little feet, her cheeks burned as the reporter's bare souls rubbed against her face, forcing the smell into Blaze's skin...and then, quite unexpectedly, a pink knee bent, a saliva-slick toe ran down over the demon's chin, down the valley between her small red breasts.

"We have a choice," Lois said. "The only choice, really. A brief tangent into gay sex, or to barrel straight ahead with story."

Blaze ceased sucking Lois Lane's toes for a moment.

"Not much of an option. I suppose we should critique the gay sex," Blaze said.

Lois chuckled and read on.

“I have something to make it easier. Something slippery, from whales, I guess? Do you want to lay on your back or bend over?”

"Well, at least they used lube," the demon said dryly, as Lois Lane's bit toe played with the scarlet navel. "Although it would be far more obscene if they decided to explicitly make it spermaceti."

"I suppose I'm just sort of inured to the occasional gay sex scene at this point," Lois mused. "Like, when you're an adolescent homophobia is so ingrained you might be upset seeing a dick in your porn, but unfiltered access to the internet sort of raises the tolerance level of cocks on screen. Can't say we've actually critiqued any homosexual sex so far, but this doesn't seem any better or worse than the normal chapters. So yay, I guess, for the bisexual reader that has gotten this far?"

"I think for penisphobes like Gina, it might be a bigger issue," Blaze said, subtly leaning forward against her bonds as the reporter's toe trailed down the scarlet succubus' abs...her crotch...down to the hairless, wet cleft between her legs...and she sucked in her breath, wondering if now was when the fun started...

...and then Lois Lane gave a wicked grin.

"Well, we're only about halfway through this story. Guess we'll have to finish up the rest next time." Lois teased.

Blaze growled in frustration...but there was nothing to do. Not yet.