Lois & Blaze read "Dark Lord" by Unknown7

"Look, if Marcie & Gina can do these reviews with their obvious learning disabilities, then we can do it too," Lois Lane said, as she seated herself on Blaze's lap, tablet in hand. The blood-red demon was non-plussed, as the reporter wiggled her naked body into a more comfortable position in her lap, pale thigh atop crimson thigh, legs spread so that the Satanic shemale's limp prick hung out over the edge of the chair.

Once more, they were in the space between the pages, the nothingness where characters dwell when outside the continuum of their own narratives...the strange and endless void that Blaze liked to refer to as The Breakroom.

"I can't read anything," the demon said. "All I can see is your back, and all I can see there is that you have a pimple."

"You shush," Lois Lane's elbow shot back and caught the demon in one scarlet tit. "I'll read, and if it gets you hard, we can have a little bit of fun."

Blaze mumbled an assent. "Fine, but if I get bored, I'm popping your back-zit."

Lois cleared her throat: "Dark Lord. Do you have what it takes to be the Dark Lord of Arizelle? by Unknown7."

She hesitated. "First choice: Fred Smith, Jane Whitlock, or Lore and Cast of Characters?"

"Let's go with the bitch. Higher probability of cunts getting split." Blaze said.

"Did you even read the previous review?" Lois shook her head, but tapped the option.

"Jane Whitlock is an ordinary 18-year-old High School student who reads CHYOA." Lois said. "One night, she discovers a story titled Dark Lord. She clicked on it, only to find herself physically transported to another universe."

"Wait...so we're reading a story on CHYOA about a young woman who reads CHYOA who is drawn into a CHYOA?" Blaze said. "That's...meta."

Lois frowned as she read ahead. "Great Caesar's ghost, this reads like the villain's plot from _Dungeons & Dragons _the movie." She read further. "Okay, maybe not."

"She looked human but with white dragon scales and wings growing out her back. Jane noticed that her vagina and boobs were clearly human and she was lacking a tail. The she," Lois paused. "Okay, somebody needs grammarly, but let's just get through this. "The dragon girl looked at least 18. Jane was the first thing this dragon girl could see. 'Mummy' she said, putting her arms round her."

"So, the 18-year-old from another world just hatched another 18-year-old out from a dragon egg, and now we get...lesbian **** play?" Blaze's emphasis on the last three words was hopeful. Her cock twitched.

"Not yet," Lois said with a sigh. Then she read: "Farsel caressed the dragon's body, groping her boobs. The magic chains **** the dragon's legs apart and Farsel put her fingers in her vagina."

"That's more like it!" Blaze said.

"'No,' said the dragon girl, 'I will submit only to my mommy.'" Lois read.

"I knew it." Blaze's cock twitched again.

They read on.

"I wasn't expecting the brief discourse on slavery," Blaze said, as Lois took a pause to wet her throat. "Also, I swear Unknown7 is deliberately avoiding describing any sex acts, we're eight chapters in and I'm not even at half mast."

"I have to admit," Lois said as she put down the glass. "'She greedily licked pussy until Mindy cummed on her.' lacks a certain something. About three paragraphs of description, to start with. What the hell is the purpose of having a dark elf twat getting eaten out by a dragon tongue without half a page of lavish description?"

"Different strokes," Blaze said. "Speaking of which, could you...?"

Lois sighed and reached between the demon's legs to grab the half-swollen cock. She peeled the foreskin back from the head and began to shuffle her knuckles along the length of the scarlet schlong with one hand. The other set the tablet on the table to continue reading.

"...each one was rewarded with being punched in her cunt." Lois read aloud. "Well, that would keep me in line. Unless, you know, I started to like it."

Blaze's cock stood hard, though whether it was from Lois's handjob or the description of Farsel's debasement as a Dark Elf sex ****, the reporter couldn't say. Lois slid forward and rubbed her cunt lips against the hard, swollen shaft.

Lois read on. Blaze listened intently.

"You know," the demon says. "It occurs to me on this female path that the majority of characters are women. I think this story passes the Bechdel test."

"Don't care," Lois muttered. She was gyrating her hips now, rubbing it harder against the cock.

"Suddenly Jane punched Berera in the vagina. Berera fell over, clutching her cunt." Lois read. "Great Caesar's ghost, that's a bit ****, isn't it?"

"I think we can say with certainty that Jane has the Improved Unarmed Strike feat," Blaze said dryly. "This has been very linear so far, hasn't it?"

"Yes, apparently all the choices were on the other path. This is what we get for taking the less-trodden path," Lois rubbed her thumb over the tip of Blaze's dick, smearing the precum around the shaft. She tensed her legs, rising far enough that she could press rub the swollen cocktip against her clit.

"By Lillith's tits, just put it in," the demon growled. "Or at least keep reading."

Lois read. "...we should wait instead get a message sent to my father." She paused. "Wait, she has a father? I thought she was an Amazon."

"Maybe these are forward-thinking Amazons who accept men are as good as women?" Blaze suggested.

"Hmmph. Well, whatever the case, this branch ends there." Lois sighed and sagged in the demon's lap. Then a sharp pain caused her to jump. "Yowww! What the hell was..."

"Zit," Blaze said. "So, what do we think of this story?"

"As a whole, can't say," Lois said. "I mean, not every writer wants a story to be a one-handed-browsing affair. I just feel a little more description would go a long way. The idea of Jane becoming the Dark Lord feels like a worthy goal to work towards, but that is many, many chapters and cunt-punches in the future."

"We could still..." Blaze suggested.

"Maybe if we try the other branch, and get to a really sexy part," Lois said, as she slid off the demon's lap. The scarlet succubus looked unhappily at her erection. "For now, I think your blue balls serve as a fine testament to how this story left us."