Lois & Blaze read "Tower of Voices" by TheLeherengin, Part 5

"There's a difference between the story we think we're telling, and the story people read," Lois Lane said as she gently rubbed her pussy against the face of the demon Blaze. "Often, the nature of how CHYOA stories are written makes their construction very linear: there's often little plotting, outlining, editing, re-arrrangement of chapters. It tends to make the stories very spontaneous, but also unpolished. The author's intent does not always come through, important moments may lack impact on readers. If the story was re-drafted, re-written, re-told..."

"Mmmph," Blaze said.

"You've said a mouthful, darling," Lois said with a grin, as she felt the succubus' tongue begin to grow and twist inside of her. "Now let's finish this up...the first hundred chapters, at least."

Cherchiel swallows, confused by this sudden change, but then she watches as Yulia takes out the strap-on and slowly slides it into place on herself and Cherchiel gasps, "you call me mistress, I figured I should try to be the one on top this time," Yulia says with a grin and Cherchiel nods emphatically. Yulia kneels down spreading Cherchiel's legs open, revealing her pink cunt, the labia swollen with desire. Yulia's hands caress the inner thighs of Cherchiel's legs as she positions the head of the strap-on against her entrance. The mere touch making Cherchiel's entire body shake and her eyelids flutter.

"For example, this little exchange suggests a cultural familiarity with BDSM and sex toys not necessarily expressed by Yulia in other parts of the story. Which is fine; the readers, the voices, are familiar with what the tropes are, and approach the story from that fantasy/cultural kitchensink standpoint. But if the story were ever re-worked, it would be interesting to know how Yulia knows about master/**** relationships, strap-ons, etc."

Lois Lane held the tablet one-handed. Her violet eyes ran over the text, her hips moved in little circles as she slowly ground her crotch against Blaze's face. One hand gripped one of the demon's dark horns for balance.

Final Difficulty 7
Yulia Rolls: 18

"Tickle fetish," Lois declared, "is a deceptively simple kink to start writing, but difficult to write well."

Sweat dripped from Lois Lane's nipples. Her face flushed as the demon's tongue squirmed inside of her. It felt as if there were two or three of the serpentine things there...and Blaze's hands stroked the reporter's heels, crept toward the soft, sensitive, unprotected insoles.

"Do not even think about it!" Lois said hotly...but then every part of her was hot, the heat built and built inside of her with every moment, with every chapter as she clicked through one-handed toward the end of this particular adventure.

The Tower Economy?

"Ah, yes. The deep erotic lore of dungeon economics," Lois said. "For folks that like fantasy worldbuilding, this is essential. For sexytimes, not so much. Well, unless you're a dwarf. Is that specieist?"

Blaze raised a hand, palm down, and waved it from side to side.

Lois Lane sighed. "And speaking of racism..."

he recounts and then the next display reveals a bunch of male demons copulating in graphic detail with the female elves who were now depicted with the dark skin of the Drow,

"Anyone want to do a bit of commentary about the disadvantaged dark-skinned elves being **** into economically depressed urban areas and faced with broken family dynamics that lead to systemic cultural issues surrounding gender?" Lois said.

Blaze's hand smacked the reporter's ass hard enough to leave an imprint on the smooth flesh.

"Good, me either. Why the fuck use drow and driders specifically? Make your own version of elves! Don't just rip off D&D!"

"Well... We've been armed with knowledge, what now?" Cherchiel asks.

"I think we've all lost a few INT points as it is," Lois said dryly. She began to hump Blaze's face with grim determination, buttocks flexing as she put her weight and strength into it. "Seriously though, to call this a 'tower' is a bit of a misnomer at this point. Every floor seems to be a self-contained fragment of a world. Level 5 is the Underdark from D&D. Like, literally that should be level -5 of the Tower Below. This geography is bullshit."

The store as expected sells a multitude of sex toys, dildos, strap ons, onaholes, double sided dildos and vibrators including a controllable electronic vibrator and switch as out of place as it seems.

Below Lois, Blaze made a strangled interrogative noise into the reporter's pussy. Thankfully, the reporter had long experience of understanding the demon trying to talk when her mouth was full.

"Yes, the Drow have discovered electricity, and presumably transistors. I'd be really interested in electropunk sex toys, but that is not what we are getting here and you know it."

Blaze made a disappointed noise.

"Forms?" he asks.

"The tonal whiplash of Kafkaesque bureaucracy is not endearing unless there's a BDSM component," Lois Lane said with the dint of long experience. "Unless the domineering low-level goblin paperpusher has to stamp your dick five times for you to pass to the next level of bureaucratic hell, I probably don't want to read about it.

There's nothing quite like getting gangbanged in a Dwarf bar. They might be small, but every one of them could probably lift you one handed, even the women. Also, what they lack in height they make up for in size if you get my drift," she says and then giggles and pats a nearby Dwarf on the head who is very eagerly listening to her now.

"Dahlia is currently describing a story I would much rather be reading," Lois said. Blaze made a muffled agreement.

About halfway down the crater seems to shake and Cherchiel almost tumbles from the stairs and then what looked like a strangely stubby stalagmite suddenly begins to move, rising up and unfolding into a humanoid form, a stone golem stands, surprisingly balanced on the steep surface and it's non-existent face seems to be staring at Yulia and the others as it raises it's large stone arms threateningly.

"Think the stone golem has a dick?" Lois asked, but didn't wait for Blaze to respond. "No, probably not. That wouldn't be their style. Which is, I think, as good a place as anywhere to end this review. It's evident from the forum posts that people enjoy this setting and world that TheLeherengin has made, his plucky characters and their little adventures through an a la carte LitRPG setting. I can't say I'm quite as enthralled with it—it has an unfinished and unfinishable feel to it, with a very inconsistent tone. A first draft that needs a lot of polish, like how a transcription of a gaming session is so very far away from The Lord of the Rings...or even Gord the Rogue. Of course, I say that when we're less than a third of the way through."

Lois dropped the tablet. Still holding onto Blaze's horn with one hand, she used the other to rub her clit. Her eyes closed as she bucked and heaved, the demonic tongue in her stat seemed to have grown little nubs that twisted and rubbed all over her most sensitive spots. The reporter craned her head and gave herself up to the wave of pleasure that crashed over her...and she wondered, then, what Yulia would have thought of her own adventures.

Probably the poor Chosen would need a nice, long cold bath.