Lois & Blaze read "Tower of Voices" by TheLeherengin, Part 3

Lois Lane's finger slid out of Blaze's pussy, and came to rest on the stiff little clit. Slowly, gently, the reporter began to rub the supersensitive little nub in little circles.

"It's hard with these long stories—hundreds of chapters deep—to decide what goes in a review," the reporter said. "A simple summary of the contents is typically too dry, too boring; there has to be analysis, criticism, hopefully some sort of insight or feedback. On top of that, trying to keep in character—well, that is where the sex helps. Give a narrative shape to the review. Don't you agree, babe?"

Blaze, whose crimson face had begun to flush purple, gave an inarticulate sound.

"So, now Yulia is on the fourth floor and...how do we keep going? Just shout out at any moments that catch our fancy, until some brilliant insight comes to us?" Lois said.

"Do you have to do that while I'm reading?" Blaze asked, her voice very small for once.

Lois grinned. "Do you want me to stop?"

As for why there's nothing good to the left... Well I'm not allowed to say too much, but there's a terrible icky gross monster down the left path and we should absolutely avoid him, nothing good comes from going to the left, yep yep

"Dante always went to the left," Blaze pointed out. "In his Inferno."

"As much as I hate to admit it, Gambio was right," Lois said. "A lot of these chapters make no sense without the equivalent forum posts. As long as we're being critical, there is one aspect of TheLeherengin's style I find more infuriating than all others: the tendency to have overlong paragraphs with embedded dialogue. Case in point:"

"I never thought my ears were sensitive, but I guess they might be," Muma wonders idly before taking another bite of the apple and chews it, the juices leaking down from her chin, dripping onto her breasts, "Cherchiel is the chosen's friend, right? Well if she stood guard, she wouldn't really be a deterrent, but at the very least she'd be able to warn the chosen if something was coming, might be useful, especially since well... I'm afraid my presence isn't going to keep the floor monster away, that's unfortunately the only real benefit Dreg has that no one else does, still I feel that level of protection is hardly an excuse to put up with having him around, right?" she says and then shivers, "ahh I'm gonna be all sticky after this... I'll need to wash..." she notes as she looks down at herself, "I promise that there is absolutely an icky gross monster in those caves and we don't want to deal with it," she hastily reiterates, "normally each floor is separated into areas, for instance the rest area is one area, the forest path we just left is another, the cave entrance another, but this lantern area simply counts as part of the forest path. This distinction between areas, or rooms I suppose you could call them although that title will become more and more inaccurate as you go on, is only really important in regards to the floor monster. The floor monster travels between rooms or areas you see, but if you're in an area like the lantern area that technically counts as part of the area, if the floor monster enters the area you're technically in while you're in the lantern room, you can avoid it, because you count as being both in the room and not in the room," she explains, "there's a few other minor effects this has, but as I understand it you'll never really have to worry about those, suffice to say that entering something like the lantern area doesn't count as moving to a new area or room," she finishes, "I can definitely inform you when you are in fact moving from one area to another if you'd like, each area even has a specific name so, I can tell you that as well," she adds.

"That is just a god-damn mess. Not only is it a gigantic run-on paragraph with a shitload of redundancies that keeps jumping back and forth from present to past tense and back again, but it's difficult to read because there's no formatting. Look how much easier it is if broken up just a little:"

"I never thought my ears were sensitive, but I guess they might be," Muma wonders idly before taking another bite of the apple and chews it, the juices leak down from her chin, drip onto her breasts.

"Cherchiel is the chosen's friend, right? Well if she stood guard, she wouldn't really be a deterrent, but at the very least she'd be able to warn the chosen if something was coming, might be useful, especially since well... I'm afraid my presence isn't going to keep the floor monster away, that's unfortunately the only real benefit Dreg has that no one else does, still I feel that level of protection is hardly an excuse to put up with having him around, right?" she says and shivers, "ahh I'm gonna be all sticky after this... I'll need to wash..."

Muma looks down at herself. "I promise that there is absolutely an icky gross monster in those caves and we don't want to deal with it."

"Normally each floor is separated into areas, for instance the rest area is one area, the forest path we just left is another, the cave entrance another, but this lantern area simply counts as part of the forest path. This distinction between areas, or rooms I suppose you could call them although that title will become more and more inaccurate as you go on, is only really important in regards to the floor monster. The floor monster travels between rooms or areas you see, but if you're in an area like the lantern area that technically counts as part of the area, if the floor monster enters the area you're technically in while you're in the lantern room, you can avoid it, because you count as being both in the room and not in the room."

"There's a few other minor effects this has, but as I understand it you'll never really have to worry about those, suffice to say that entering something like the lantern area doesn't count as moving to a new area or room," she finishes, "I can definitely inform you when you are in fact moving from one area to another if you'd like, each area even has a specific name so, I can tell you that as well."

"Which is something TheLeherengin can do, as demonstrated in other chapters, but for some reason when it's a single speaker they just run a bunch of sentences together."

"W-which isn't to say Zeebop hasn't made his share of tense shifts and clunky dialogue in his stories," Blaze added. Lois Lane's finger had not left the demon's clit for even a second, and the purple flush on the succubus' cheeks had spread to the tips of her ears.

"No, and most folks on CHYOA are not, bless their perverted little hearts, going to be grammar and formatting Nazis unless it gets in the way of a good, hard fap," Lois conceded. "But it's part of the reason why these reviews are so difficult. The text can be literally difficult to read."

"I can only say the regular readers of the story don't seem to have a problem with it," Blaze said. "Maybe it's just us. Moving on: do we really need an elaborate justification for the 'no ****' rule?"

"The tower does not allow chosen under the age of majority and while obviously the tower locals have children and propagate their species and some chosen even end up pregnant and have children inside the tower any children are taken and brought to special safe areas within the tower until they are mature at which point they are returned to where they were born, the tower has no desire to harm innocent children who are incapable of making their own proper choices," Muma explains.

"The gods themselves have decreed all shall be at least 18 years of age," Lois said wryly.

Boarchiel

"I'm not against this development," Blaze said, as she squirmed beneath the reporter's finger. "But I feel like there's a distinct lack of foreplay. Both in the sense of 'We went from zero to cunt in a single paragraph' but also that there was very little build-up, so the payoff is muted."

"It's not a story designed primarily for titillation," Lois said. "Which is an observation, not a criticism."

"S-says you!" Blaze said.

"You can do this Mistress, WE can do this!" she cheers, trying to comfort her.

"Cheerleaders during sex are underappreciated," Lois admitted. Her free hand stole to Blaze's rigid nipple, and pinched it. The gasp alone sent a warm wetness down the reporter's leg.

"Pretty lady down other tunnel. Goblins like pretty lady," she states and then quieter, "pretty lady make special toys for goblins," Goma says and then seems to think of something and runs over to her bunk and grabs something before coming back and showing Yulia a... bright pink, plastic dildo, "special toys from lady! Help with Beast plague! Help Goma calm when..." she stops and blushes, looking a bit shy, "Beast Plague get too much," she finishes weakly.

"Ah. A medicinal dildo. J'approve," Lois said as she tugged and twisted the stiff pink nipple. Blaze was unable to control her body as she began to spasm.

"C-can I have one?" the demon asked.

"Not yet. We've got a lot more chapters left to read through," Lois said.

Yulia coughs, "Um... If it's free maybe I'll..." she hesitates, "we'll see what the voices say of course. C... Can't make an important decision like that without them!" she hurriedly cuts herself off and Dahlia laughs.

"Accurate," Lois stated flatly. "In fact, that gives me an idea...are there any 'voices' reading this that want to see Blaze cum? Leave a comment with how you want this review to proceed. We'll consider it an experiment."

Beneath the reporter's fingers, the demon mewled in frustration, her whole body taut, ready for a climax that was denied to her.