Lois & Blaze read "Naive And Erotic Roommates" by BBBlooster

In the void between the pages, there was a great whining...

"Why are we doing this again?" Blaze asked. The scarlet succubus's testicles hung off the edge of the chair. Her cock stood at attention, right now the variable genital stood at seven inches of demonic power and might. "I still have blue balls from last time."

"That's why we're doing this," Lois Lane said. The reporter reached down and gave Blaze's balls a squeeze. "If this story is hot, you get off. If not...well, you could build up some stamina."

The demon growled and slammed her elbows on the table hard enough to make the tablet jump. "I'm not a quick shot! Zeebop just writes me that way."

Lois slid her thumb and forefinger around the base of Blaze's testes and tightened her grip...and at last, as her plums stood out taut from her body, the demon sighed.

"What the hell are we reading, anyway?"

"'Naive And Erotic Roommates' by BBBlooster," Lois said. "Isn't that romantic?"

"About as romantic as what I'm going to do with your ass. What are the odds we can fuck this one up?" The demon replied wearily.

"Almost none. It's 22 chapters deep and almost entirely linear. There's really only one choice, and we aren't taking it."

"Great. Cool. Whatever." Blaze leaned back...but not too far. Lois still had her by the balls.

"The first thing I noticed is that while the name fields allow you to customize the male protagonist, they aren't implemented uniformly," Lois said. "I put in 'Clark Kent,' and it was only giving me 'Arthur Kent.'"

"Hold the fuck on. You put Supercunt's name in that field?" Blaze said.

"Just for the sake of experiment," Lois gave a playful tug at the demon's balls. "Anyway, we've got your usual lack of proper capitalization and all that...nothing Zeebop can really throw a stone about...and Clark Kent has just moved into an apartment with two goody-goody Christian girls."

"Does he corrupt them slowly to the ways of the flesh?" Blaze said hopefully.

"You know, you're supposed to read this with me," Lois said.

"Fine, fine," the demon leaned forward, and shoulder to shoulder the two began to read the chapters of the story. Lois never relinquished her hold on the demon's balls, and neither did Blaze's erection die down.

"This could," Blaze said, "use a little formatting. I mean, the storyline is fine...I'm fully invested in exposing the hypocrisy of the Nazarene's dogma, and the essential sexism of that patriarchal religion, but a little italics or something to set off thoughts from speech and general text would improve readability a great deal."

Like so, Blaze thought.

"Don't be a dick. They said they're new at this. I'm sure they'll refine their style and take the lessons learned into future stories. It's not like many people go back and edit CHYOA stories anyway." Lois said. She clicked to the next chapter.

Blaze read aloud. "You can see your usually already huge balls have swollen to the size of a fist each, twitching and overloaded with cum, and before you can even touch yourself a thick string of sticky precum drools out, creating a puddle on the floor."

"That's...evocative. I mean, anatomy doesn't work that way, but colloquially most people seem to think the balls store semen, even if they're mainly involved with producing it." Lois said.

"Honestly, it's promising." Blaze clicked the next chapter.

"I'd be lying if Zeebop hadn't had you defile a few desserts for me yourself," Lois said.

"If anything you were doing them a favour by sparing them from someone even more fucked up than yourself." Blaze read aloud. "That's certainly a Zeebop-worthy sentence."

"Yeah, minor niggles about spelling, formatting, and anatomy aside, I think BBBlooster has a specific image of what they want to write and how they want to accomplish it, and that comes through well," Lois released the demon's testicles for a moment to wipe the ball-sweat off on Blaze's thigh. Before the demon could give a sigh of relief, the reporter took the succubus's testicles in a dragon's-claw grip, the twin testes squeezed out between her fingers.

They read on, until they got to the first decision point, some twelve chapters in.

"I have to admit, after a dozen chapters of teasing, I'm tempted by the spanking," Blaze said.

"No. Stay strong. We're not going off-course this time," Lois squeezed the balls tighter, and Blaze gripped the table as her plumsack began to turn from red to a deep purple.

"You and your...fucking...kung fu grip..." Blaze gasped. She hurriedly clicked to the next chapter.

"I do like the part where she licks the 'sweat' from her upper lip," Lois gave a little smile, not relaxing her grip on Blaze's balls for a moment.

"I worked quite hard on this one, so if you feel like commenting I’d love to know what you think!" Lois read at last. She released her grasp, and Blaze moaned and grabbed at her aching balls. "Well, to start off with, I think once again Blaze isn't getting any this review. I think the story has a lot of promise going forward, but it's taking its time—which isn't a bad thing!—and I'm just not ready to huff and puff and blow Blaze while reading about Clark Kent jizzing over Mary's huge ass just yet."

"My balls...aaargh..." Blaze cradled her testes. "Was all that really necessary?"

"You'll live," Lois said pleasantly. "But anyway, BBBlooster, I hope you keep it up!"