Lois & Blaze review "Jay Craig, 36 year old divorcee" by saktongmanyak, Part 2

The scarlet succubus ran one hand over her bloated belly. Within, Lois Lane was curled into a tight ball, shut out from the world for a little while. A part of the demon envied her that safety and seclusion. Blaze's pure white eyes fell back on the screen, to the story that they had begun together. Lois would emerge in time. Pregnancies, like long linear stories, are all about patience, endurance. Not rushing to the climax.

“YOU’RE ‘PAPI’ OF THE WEEK!?”

"In the general format of a harem story, the gathering of the harem is of paramount importance," Blaze said, as she rubbed her swollen stomach with her free hand. "It's not just about banging a success of paramours, it's the how and why one person ends up with a bevy of women to drain his balls—or, for those rare instances when the protagonist is a woman, eager bodies to serve her needs. But it's not just a series of seductions, it's the incorporation of those relationships, how the various lovers learn to interact with each other."

The demon mused a little. Lois gave a little kick.

"Which is to say, we know the general outline of the story as it should go according to formula, but the devil is in the details."

Normalized Polyamory (350 pts): Everyone accepts the fact that you have two or more romantic and/or sexual partners. Partners will not feel jealousy towards your pursuit of more relationships.

"Okay, that just seems like short-circuiting a lot of the more interesting drama," Blaze said. "You might as well have Normalized Threesomes to let Jay bang his ex-wife and his slutty neighbor at the same time."

“It means when he was fucking her, he was probably thinking about you”

"This is a good line, but feels like it would have more impact if anyone had shown any resistance to Jay's dick this entire time," the demon said as her hand played with her new outie belly button. "We're not exactly fast-tracking the harem, but nobody has touched the breaks this entire story."

“How’d you get so good at sex?”

"I don't think it was ever established where this story takes place, but Stella is mentally inhabiting Alabama," the scarlet succubus observed.

• Jones, Cassandra - Affection Score: 100.
  Love Score: 61 (+8)
  Lust Score: 100

"What even is a Lust score of 100?" Blaze wondered aloud. "Panties dripping? Nipples hard? Willing to steal his boxers and masturbate while breathing in his scent? I feel like quantifying these scores should be better accompanied by physical signs of 'Take me to pound town.'"

Inside of Blaze, Lois kicked twice. The demon winced.

A smile appears across your face as the excitement of possibly being able to explore your undeniable attraction to Cassie has just been made possible by your daughter.

"I predict at some point an added feature for being okay with public displays of affection that leads to Cassie giving Jay a blowjob in front of Stella," Blaze said. "But we are very far away from that."

“Tony’s!? That dump that has cardboard for crust? You’re breaking my heart here” you exaggerate, placing your hand over your heart and acting in fake pain.

Blaze rolled her eyes. "Here, the author reveals their own prejudices. And it's Red Baron, you horny heathens."

Lois kicked. The demon looked down and sneered. "Do not even bring up Digiorno's!"

The following is written in the perspective of Stella Craig (3rd person-limited)

"Oh, thank Lilith's tits. Reading entire pages of 2nd person gets annoying," Blaze said. "Don't get me wrong, it's a valid perspective, but all the you/your/etc. shit doesn't work so well when I'm not a 30-something loser that knocked up and married the first chick he banged and now has a young woman the same age as his daughter thirsting for his dick."

“I don’t drink coffee either.”

Blaze sighed. Third-person was nice while it lasted.

"It's not that I mind a bit of a meet-cute. But the sexual tension is sort of defused when we know they want to bone, and they've been given permission to bone, and the only question is when they bone. Or if he goes for anal like he did with the slutty neighbor."

Now, you’re about to have sex with your daughter’s best friend on that bed.

"On the one hand, it's good that Jay realizes he's being a creep for about to prong a girl he used to babysit," Blaze acknowledged. "On the other hand, said girl giving Jay explicit permission to prong her is still sort of creepy. I'm not complaining, I just feel like someone at some point should slam the door on his dick. Because it feels unnatural. There's no tension, no real conflict."

Lois kicked.

"Yet. There are a lot of chapters left to go," Blaze acknowledged.

“Don’t stop Mr. Craig, I’m on the pill.”

"You just know some readers are disappointed at that," Blaze said. "And the rest are saying that no form of birth control is 100% effective."

“Like I said a few seconds ago, I’m your next door neighbor. From 303? Name’s Vivian.” she tells you.

"I mean, he's fucked both of the women he isn't related to, so I suppose now would be a time to introduce a new harem member or dip into ****," Blaze observed. "But damn that's fast. Also, there's no description of Vivian. Like, I can appreciate how we've gone 32 chapters without the exact length of Jay's dick in imperial inches, but I read this chapter twice and there isn't even a description of hair or eye color. We just know Jay is talking to someone, but other than that she's a cipher."

“Aren’t you a bit young to know about Hugh Hefner?” you jokingly ask her.
“Old enough to be one of his girlfriends.” she jokes back.

"Hugh Hefner died in 2017," Blaze said. "Four years before this chapter was written. I was there for the welcome party. Had to open a whole new wing dedicated to lust. Amazing party."

“I have to admit, I thought about buying it once I can afford it, but there’s a gnawing feeling I have that it’s wrong to **** other people’s minds to change their opinion for my benefit…” you start, but Cassie interjects, “That’s because you’re a good person, Mr. Craig. Any other person would just take advantage of that and not care from the outset.”

Blaze frowned. "Despite the repeated assertions that Jay is a good person for feeling bad about using an app to manipulate women's feelings so that he can fuck them like bitches in heat, I remain unconvinced."

Within her womb, Lois Lane was still. Whether that meant she agreed with Blaze or had drifted into an altered state of consciousness as a scarlet umbilical cord attached itself to her navel, the demon did not know.

You remove the covers in one swift motion to reveal Cassie giving you a ‘Good Morning’ blowjob.

"A classic of the erotic literature genre," Blaze said, and not without affection. "There are many variations of it, although all the really good ones start with morning wood and the dick-haver being still asleep. It gives a certain agency to the cocksucker, while at the same time being, in essence, a fantasy of the dick-haver. They want their lover to actually want them. They get off on being objectified. It would be a completely different effect if, say, a dude decided to cram his cock into a sleeping woman's mouth."

Stella made one rule non-negotiable: No PDA when all three of you are in the same room, which seemed very reasonable.

"Oh, Stella's going to get a front-row seat when Cassie sucks Jay's dick. That pretty much just confirms it," Blaze said. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

Of course his name is Chad.

"Speaking of lack of descriptions, what kind of dad bod is Jay rockin'?" Blaze wondered. "He eats shitty pizza, smokes, and has apparently spent a lot of time in his apartment. Some women like tall, dark, and hairy with a little chub, but I don't think we've actually gotten a good description of Jay in the main text."

There was a weak kick from within.

"Yes, there are all those extra chapters at the beginning, one of them might have a better description of him. Even a picture."

Checks.

"Nope, so much for that," Blaze concluded. "I suppose that helps readers visualize themselves as the bearded loser at the gym with the hotties."

In all honesty, you can barely move a muscle anymore, so fucking doesn’t seem like a possibility right now.

"Pfft. Coward," Blaze said with a shake of her horned head. "Also, with all this fucking and looking after his own health, Jay hasn't worked on his novel in days. Which is...relatable. For some people."

The bathroom door opens.

"Okay, so maybe Stella doesn't see Cassie smoking her dad's pole immediately, but I was close when I said oral sex was going to break the non-negotiable rule," Blaze said.

Normalized **** (200 Love points and 200 Lust points)

"That was...quick. I mean, we all knew this was coming, but seducing his own daughter is probably going to be something he's going to temporarily fret over before his new girlfriend convinces him it's for the best. Or something."

Blaze's voice was thoughtful. Her free hand rubbed her swollen stomach. Lois Lane had been very quiet for the last few chapters.

Unseen to Blaze, her body had been chaning. Despite the unnatural state of her condition, her body was aware there was an occupant in her womb. Ancient biological machinery came into play, powered by demonic magic. Slowly, small, palmable red breasts began to swell. Hips shifted a little wider. A dark line crept up from Blaze's mons toward her navel. Inside, Lois Lane underwent even stranger changes.

There were, after all, many more chapters left to read from this point on.