Lois & Blaze Read Ms. Broadchest and Mrs. Skrew Read Lois Lane's Night Out

Delicately, the demon Blaze spread her scarlet fingers in a V, causing Lois Lane's labia to spread. The pale lips parted to reveal a flash of bright pink, moist and juicy, and like Aladdin's cave, the dark recess of the reporter's vagina. With a half-smile on her lips, the scarlet succubus slid the candle—a novelty, molded in the shape of a prick, the glans and veins depicted in loving detail. Lois Lane, resting on her shoulders with her feet bent back behind her head, hands handcuff, moaned around her gag as the demon tapped it snugly into place.

Softly, Blaze blew across the stuffed cunny. The small wick stood up, the tip caught, and a small flame burst into life.

"Now then," Blaze said as she picked up the tablet. "Isn't this romantic?"

The reporter, naked and tense, the small nipples pink and stiff, gave the slightest of nods. It was the most she could manage.

"I do always wonder," Blaze said, after she had read Ms. Broadchest and Mrs. Skrew's first few paragraphs. "How new readers will approach the story. It is a deficiency in the format. Very difficult to keep the tone consistent over so many chapters—but, of course, the ladies have no idea of that. They managed to pick, but luck or by chance, one of the shorter, more recent chapters, heavily inspired by reader comments. And we always at least try to give the readers what they want, don't we?"

The top of the candle now appeared like the caldera of a volcano, the edges rounded and soft. The wick burned in the middle of what appeared to be a glittering clear pool...and as Blaze watched, Lois quivered, and a pale rivulet of molten wax spilled over the side, running down the short length of the cock candle...and when it touched Lois Lane's labia, the reporter could not stop herself from shaking violently as the warm wax touched the sensitive labia. Which of course caused more wax to spill and drip.

Blaze's pure white eyes burned as she watched the reporter in the midst of her terrible predicament, the pale pink wax beading around the edge where candle was held tight by her cunny...and the demon gave the reporter a single warning.

"Hold it tight. If you squeeze that candle out, or let it fall, you will suffer far worse."

The reporter, her own eyes bright with pain and lust, nostrils flaring, did not even moan around her gag. She suffered in silence, and it was all Blaze could do not to bend over and lick the sweat that now beaded the reporter's brow. Instead, she turned back to the review.

I just wish the author would use his imagination to describe something innocent like magic wands or maybe rubber cocks.

"Different strokes," Blaze said. "There are, after all, many styles of erotic writing. Many different ways to use the imagination. Euphemism has its place, and there is a certain style and tone to the use of it. For this story, the desire has always been...to be explicit. Double entendres are not a la carte, although I'm sure something could be arranged in a future path."

["]One of her quotations isn't closed properly, so I guess that means she tells us the rest of the story."

Blaze let out a sigh of long suffering. She gave the reporter's ass a light smack, watched the skin ripple, the thighs contract...and as a rivulet of wax fell down the crack of the reporter's ass, the first gagged gasp came from the reporter's lips. The demon wince turned into a smile.

"While I'm sure we all appreciate the fact that there are more than a few typos in the six thousand-odd chapters of the story, and we all appreciate it when such errors are pointed out, as a reviewer it would be helpful if you could include a link to the chapter, so that said error could be corrected swiftly. Without having to hunt for it."

Slowly, Lois mastered herself. The candle, already stuck deep inside her, was beginning to burn low...and the reporter's cunny was a mess of pale pink wax around a red core, the flame already at the level of Lois Lane's carefully trimmed pubic hair. One errant breath from Blaze, and those dark short and curlies would smolder and curl...

"Overall, I have to say that the ladies are quite perspicacious. Very cogent criticism, well written," Blaze said. "However, I do have to take exception to one thing the ladies have said:"

"I guess Marcie did try to warn us about the author's interest in 'scat' as she called it."

"We do not do scat play. There is the occasional reference to an enema, but very specifically because there's quite a lot of anal sex involved and do not want any fecal matter involved. Even pornographers need standards, after all." Blaze eyed the flame. It was growing very close to the entrance of Lois Lane's cunt now. Only her fingers kept the splayed labia from closing over it. At any moment, the reporter's pussy could burn.

"We prefer...watersports. Don't we Lois?"

The pale, clean stream burst from the reporter's labia. In a flash and a hiss, smoke curled up from the doused candle. The hot, wet arc sprayed out, over the demon's shoulder, droplets landing on the scarlet succubus' fingers. Her white eyes burned in their deep sockets, trapping Lois Lane's gaze. The reporter knew how those fingers would be cleaned...the price she would pay.

Then, of course, it would be Blaze's turn. The demon wondered how Lois would bind her, and where she would stick the candle.

"In any event, ladies, we're glad you enjoyed at least part of the story, even if the whole of the branch wasn't to your taste. There is, I have found, always room for experimentation and improvement. Perhaps we'll try something...less explicit...in the future."

The reporter's stream had fallen down into a mere dribble washed over her wax-filled mons, and ran in a stream down the demon's wrist.

"But I wouldn't bet on it."