Lois & Blaze read "5/Day 1/Month" by JakeSnakeCakes, Part 2

"What really helps me cum is dirty talk." You say.
"Aw yeah? Is that what you like you filthy bugger?" she says, smiling.

"I like dirty talk too," the reporter said. Lois Lane mused to herself as she slid the marker up away from the demon's hairless slit, now darkly marked up, and over the plain of the scarlet abs. It amused the reporter to let the dark black line trace the cum gutters between those hard-packed abs, only to curve off in a curve that was the beginning of a representative uterus and ovaries. "Although it is a fine line to walk; you get very close to telling rather than showing. But there's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk...don't you agree, you filthy demonic slut?"

"Absolutely, you baggy-cunt whore," Blaze said sweetly, as she read on.

"I'd rather be examined by women doctors. I am a strong supporter of women in STEM."

"Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math," Lois mused as the tip of the marker circled the demon's navel. The reporter mused that she had never asked Blaze about her birth, even though the possession of a navel strongly suggested it. "So, technically. I would have said 'women in medicine.' Of course, that does beg the question of whether or not in some alternate universe there's a gay version of this. Little femboi nurses running around, taking care of John Doe's big hard erection, a grizzled and hairy nurse practitioner chasing them off to take things in hand...or mouth..."

"Not like you to go all yaoi on me," Blaze noted.

Lois gave a shrug...and her finger slipped, the marker skittering off. The reporter scowled and began working angry lines, making the mistake a part of the piece, digging the tip of the marker into the demon's skin as she worked an energetic squiggle up toward one red breast.

"So...Irina or Luciana?" Blaze asked.

"Let's stick to the main path. Luciana," Lois said as she began to write on the underside of Blaze's left tit.

"Slowly" Luciana says. "I'm still getting wet." You start pounding her, slowly.

"Total chad. Get on your knees and lick her pussy before your pathetic balls explode!" Blaze hissed at the screen.

"I do like little details like remembering that not all women are pre-lubed, infinitely stretchy, and bottomless holes," Lois noted, as the marker circled Blaze's left nipple, the puffy pink nip slowly growing erect. The pungent smell of the marker made the reporter a little dizzy.

"There are three options leading off this one," Blaze noted. "And some of these branches are quite extensive, with multiple options and sub-branches. We could easily fall down a rabbit hole. But none of them go as deep as the 'main' branch. Which is true of most wide-branching stories."

"Including ours," Lois said with a sigh. She dragged the marker down the slope of Blaze's breast, toward the scarlet succubus' collar bone. "Anyway, onward to Bronze Insurance."

BRONZE LEVEL TREATMENT PLAN
PATIENT IS ENTITLED TO
1x GROPING AND MODELING W/CUMSHOT
1x MANUAL EXTRACTION W/CUMINSIDE
1x ALTERNATIVE SEX W/CUMINSIDE
1x FULL SEX W/CONDOM
1x FULL SEX W/CUMINSIDE

"What exactly do these mean?"

"Did she fucking stutter?" Blaze muttered. "By the Nazarene, this John Doe is thicker than Darkseid's hide."

"I feel like some of these nurses worked as escorts to get through nursing school," Lois said, as she carefully spelled out a word on Blaze's collarbone.

"Now, don't be like that. Maybe they're just in a world where the Hippies were more successful and sexual health became an essential part of comprehensive health care. Unlike in the real world, where that popping sound you hear is every incel on the planet blowing up because nobody will fuck them even to save their worthless lives," Blaze said. "Which is a pity, because those useless fucks are even whinier when they go to hell and find out where all the virgins those terrorists expect are actually coming from."

Lois snorted. The marker traced a vein up the demon's neck. With her pure white eyes, Lois could never quite tell when Blaze was side-eyeing her, but the reporter wanted to think Blaze was deliberately ignoring her as the demon tabbed through to the next chapter and continued to read.

"Damn. I just thought you'd be happy to fuck hot nurses."

"The nurse is here directly addressing the audience," Blaze muttered, then grew quite as Lois Lane's marker slid up around her jaw near the ear.

"Oh, the emotional side of sex is important," Lois said. "Otherwise it's just mindless humping and pumping. Pure mechanical action. That can work for some people, but to really excite the largest erogenous zone, you need to engage the mind with more than just visuals..."

The marker slid very carefully over the demon's face. Lois saw a purple bloom beneath the blood-red skin, which was Blaze's way of blushing. She had been 'working' with the demon long enough to recognize the little tell-tale signs of arousal that others would miss. The marker ran over the upper lip, the side of the straight nose, across the broad cheek and around the deep eye-socket...but then Lois Lane's hand brushed against the hard, smooth horn that jutted from Blaze's forehead, and Lois laid down on her side. The marker was running dry, but Blaze's arm was a good canvas.

Blaze read on...and smiled. "Well, you might get a wish. There's a Trans nurse."

"Fuck my ass Daddy." she says, moaning. "Fuck me harder." She grinds all over your cock, aggressively slamming her ass against your hips. You hear noise from the other bed. Is the old man jerking off? She puts her hand under her scrubs and starts touching her cock.

"...admittedly, it's not much. Didn't really make much use of the premise. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. I can't help that's a bit of a waste of a premise." Blaze said.

"The general premise of 'I have to get off somehow' does offer some possibilities,' Lois said as she began to draw tattoos on Blaze's arm. A big-breasted mermaid on her forearm, cartoonish and amateur as Lois was no artist, but gap-toothed and smiling. "A lot of people start off with vanilla porn and their tastes eventually shift and expand as they get exposed to more and more. It would be interesting if John Doe's tastes start to expand as he accumulates experiences. Would have worked better if he was relatively inexperienced to begin with. If there was a trans patient sharing a room with him, for example, and the nurse isn't answering the call, and he has to suck their cock to save their life..."

"There you go with yaoi-brain again," Blaze teased.

"G'day cunt."

"I feel not making the Australian nurse transgender was a fundamental error," Lois said.

"It's true. Do you think any medical professional just gets a license without sucking hundreds of dicks first?"
"I guess that makes sense. That's why they're all so nice."

"This is really about all the worldbuilding we get," Lois said as the marker ran out. She carefully put the cap on it. "I won't say the characterization is bad. It's horny as fuck, but we can't exactly throw stones, can we Angie?"

The reporter ran the marker down the unmarked parts of Blaze's body. A hard little plastic wand in her hand.

"No, sweetmeat. We're all here for more or less the same reason. Porn, with optional plot," Blaze acknowledged.

Why don't you walk around and explore? Just stay out of the forest.

"I do like how the immediate and obvious option is to head to the forest," Lois rubbed the capped marker along Blaze's inner thigh. "Although I think it would have been sexier if he still couldn't walk. We've never done much with that, have we? Someone so sick and weak and powerless. It's another kind of BDSM play, having someone take care of you. Feed you. Use you until you're weaker and more spent than before, unable to stop them."

"That might be a little too much emotional depth for this one," Blaze said, spreading her legs slightly in invitation as the marker rubbed everywhere around her labia, which was now dark with Lois Lane's markings. Blaze couldn't see where the reporter had written MY PRIVATE CUNT on those nether lips.

"Can't you do some marine style shooting, like shoot through a wolf, into another wolf?"

"Unexpected character development is unexpected," Lois said, now playing the tip of the marker against the bottom of Blaze's pussy. "Like it suddenly dawned on them that these women are human beings. Or maybe there should be more to the story than five creampies a day. Although come to think of it, the whole impregnation fetish has barely been catered to as yet."

"Oh right. So this would be the condom sex, right?"

"How in the nine circles of Hell can you not do a Come on Eileen joke, when you have a nurse named Eileen and its time for a non-creampie ejaculation?" Blaze muttered. "I mean fuck, get it in her goddamn hair! Give her a facial! Give her braces and make her brush her teeth with his spunk! Something worthwhile. Damnation. It's not just me, is it?"

"No," Lois said pushing the marker just past the lips of Blaze's labia. "But a writer can't think of everything in the moment, and a lot of these chapters given the impression of being very off-the-cuff. A bit more structure would be beneficial, but the spontaneity has its charm."

"Are you serious?" You can't hold back your anger. "I'm not eating this slop. Bring me real food."
"You're going to eat the national dish of Britain, and you're going to like it." She says, coldly, but not raising her voice.

"Is British food really that inedible?" Blaze asked.

"When prepared correctly, yes," Lois said drolly, working the marker in deeper. "The weird part is that this ****-feeding domme business with the beans is the longest and most well-thought-out chapter so far. Although strictly speaking, it would be better if they were feeding him bananas. Still, there's a qualitative shift here, as if JackSnakeCakes finally hit their stride."

"My dream, my love is old men. There's just something so sexy about them. But you can't just have sex with them in a nursing home. It's against the rules. And forget about trying to pick up old men on the street, they think you're just after their money. In truth, I love them physically. Their bodies, falling apart, like a worn statue or a fading photo, reminding me that my existence is temporary. So, sometimes I masturbate to old men. Sometimes I watch them fuck or make copies of their sessions. So what?"

"See? That's genuinely borderline good writing. Sexual kinks should include some sort of vaguely rationalized deep-seated self-consciousness to them," Lois said. The marker was sliding in and out easily now, slick with Blaze's juices. The purple blotches on the demon's cheeks were spreading.

"I still think the toast-and-beans thing is weird," Blaze said, voice suddenly husky. "Like, if there was a gay path, or at least a branch with the trans nurse, then she could jerk off on the toast and ****-feed it to him. I've wanted to do that to you before..."

"You've cum in my coffee before," Lois said, violet eyes narrowing as she pushed and pulled the marker faster. "When you had a cock. Not a greedy little slit for me to play with."

"Usually people who are left handed masturbate with the right hand. This maneuver is called 'the stranger', and created an uproar in Great Britain."

"Is it wrong I know where that was stolen from?" Blaze said. "Terrible movie. We play it all the time in hell. Anyway, Nala returns, and she has a question."

"Then show me you've been listening. Where did my Mom move to?"

"The weird thing about this is that the wrong answer gives you a longer path and more options than the correct answer. Which I totally know because I've been paying attention instead of just jamming this marker into your pussy and smearing all the ink," Lois said.

"Be that as it may, we are gaming the system and going for the deepest chapter," Blaze said, her breasts quivering slightly as Lois jammed the marker as deep inside of the demon's cunny as she could, the reporter's thumb squishing against the succubus' sensitive clitty.

You have nothing. All alone, with nothing to do you think about the decisions you've made up until this point. You try to evaluate them. Have you been selfish?

"This really feels like it's supposed to be an emotional recap of previous events, but most of the decision-points boil down to things like 'You fucked the trans nurse. That has to be a good decision. Both of you were hard.' and I'm fucking serious, that's one of the examples listed," Blaze huffed.

"I don't want to say JakeSnakeCakes ran out of ideas, but it feels like they got bored with their plot," Lois said as she mercilessly ground the demon's button, her fingers pushing the narrow marker even deeper into the crimson tunnel, whose walls closed around her fingers.

"And in the final analysis, there are two separate but equal options for 'deepest chapter,'" Blaze said. "Behind one link is a JoJo's Bizarre Adventures reference, behind the other is a Breaking Bad reference. In both cases, I think one line sums it up best:"

"I think porn has destroyed your grey matter."

"It's true," Lois Lane said sadly, as the demon tossed the tablet aside and began to buck and heave against the reporter's vaginal ****. The reporter looked at her handiwork on the slim, toned body...aimless, wandering, ultimately pointless, due to be washed off and forgotten like a teenager's crusty sock.

"I don't think we've ever reviewed a story that just broke down, in the end, into a kind of formlessness, all forward momentum spent, all good ideas tossed out in favor a final wacky climax. It's not a unique problem among CHYOA stories by any means...the problem with stories that start out with an infinite premise is that they quickly run up hard against finite energies and interest. How many times can John Doe actually cum before it gets boring? He's there what, two, three days? Fifteen ejaculations total over thirty-two chapters, but it feels like both fewer and uncountable because none of them mean anything."

The demon's hips jerked and she shuddered. The marker shot out of the pussy, nearly breaking the reporter's fingers with the **** of the discharge, a wet stream of ejaculate soaking Lois up to the elbow. The reporter raised her arm to her face and began to lick it. Waste not, want not.

"Not everything has to end well," Blaze said, panting. "Some things just fucking...stop. Maybe they'll write more, one day. Maybe someone else will. It's a very strange world, and it's not all beans on toast."