Lois & Blaze review "Jay Craig, 36 year old divorcee" by saktongmanyak, Part 4

Assume the position. Legs spread. Back against the headboard. The tablet rested on Blaze's belly as the contractions rippled through her body. Tension spread in waves every few minutes. It would take time. Her cervix had to fully dilate. Lois had to want to come out.

"While we wait..."

The demon clicked through to the next chapter.

Author’s Note: To answer Jay’s last question: Yes, he is being affected by the Affection Multiplier with the Reverse Multiplier. As I’m following Fantasy’s Affection Multiplier somewhat, I decided to implement the Reverse Multiplier here as well. Here is Fantasy’s description of it:

Reverse Multiplier: The user of the Affection Multiplier is also affected by its power, to a lesser degree. Their fondness of the people they attempt to get close to grows at double speed instead of the usual five times with no diminishing returns. However, just like with everyone else, if the user's feelings are shallow, they won't be multiplied.

"One criticism I have for these kind of stories is that they sort of demand game-mode style mechanics without actually being game mode," Blaze said. "It isn't so much a problem for strictly linear stories, but it's a very LitRPG approach to worldbuilding which I find...annoying. Like the suggestion that there's a mechanical backbone to the world, but really it's just Calvinball and we're pretending it isn't. The rules change and the points don't matter."

“I disagree. I think it should be by majority.”

"This might be the current political environment, but I feel this is a good example of how democracy does not always resort in good decisions. I'm amazed the women haven't set up a weekly fuck schedule," Blaze shook her head...then winced as her massive belly quavered. She rubbed the sides as black lightning arced between her horns. Getting Lois inside of her had taken some magic, but getting her out without doing too much damage...

“I’m one of his girlfriends too.”

"Ah, that awkward point in every young woman's life when she has to tell an older female relative that she's fucking her own father," Blaze said, then grunted. She could feel the weight of Lois press down on her cervix, and the ring of superhumanly strong muscle began to give way—slowly. "In any sane world Celeste would report them to the police, or assume her cousin was starting some sort of love cult. Instead, she is now in the radius of the app, and those panties are probably going to drop like a contemporary economic/political reference that won't be dated in a few months or years."

“So how do you guys plan to not get jealous of each other? Are you going to, like, do it all together? Take turns?”

"At this point, they might as well put Jay Daughterfucker in a gimp suit and break him out whenever they need a good dicking. There's probably an interesting variation of this story where Jay gets hit by a car and is helpless, paralyzed in bed as the women who love him effectively run his life and hump his dick whenever they feel like. At least then he can stop pretending the situation is out of his control because the situation would actually be out of his control," the demon said.

“Is that your carrot or stick, I’m feeling right now?” Stella asks before rubbing her butt on your crotch.

"The dad/daughter thing is still creepy to me. That's fine when it's written to be creepy, but when it's written to be playful and loving it's...creepier less in the 'ha ha this is hot' way and more in the 'ha ha these two should not be fucking I hope her real father was the milkman' way," the scarlet succubus said.

Her face twisted in a sudden grimace of pain. Something moved inside of her, and the overswollen stomach lurched alarmingly.

“I’m staying here since our moms suggested it.”

"I have no idea how big this apartment is, but now I want a layout," Blaze grunted. "I don't know what I'll do with it. Also, this daughterfucker is never finishing his novel."

Cheater (50 pts): You become more inclined to indulge in extramarital affairs or engage in sexual activities behind the back of those you are in a romantic relationship with.

You immediately understand that it’s not meant for you. It’s meant for a target. It’s meant to be bought for someone else so they could be more inclined to sleep with you even if they were already in a relationship. Worse, you would probably only need it if they were loyal to that relationship to begin with.

The app wants you to buy this for Celeste.

"Jay, nggh, Daughterfucker has become the, nngh, app-whisperer," Blaze huffed, as the contractions came closer together and grew more intense. She could feel Lois Lane's hands scrabble inside of her. The reporter wanted to be born. "Can I just say, on the creepiness factor, that trying to get your cousin to cheat on you when your ex-wife divorced you for cheating on you is damn near candidate-for-ninth-circle territory."

You see Tanya standing in her living room, holding two glasses in both her hands, and both glasses filled with a golden liquid.
She was also completely naked.

"I would laugh my scarlet ass off if she had a piss-fetish and made him drink it before she straddled his face," the demon said, her lips pulled back in a rictus grin. Inside of her, muscles squeezed down as she began to push. Her whole body quivered like a bowstring being drawn back. "But I doubt we're that lucky."

Finally, as you hear Tanya’s deep breaths above you, everything becomes clearer as you still feel someone servicing your cock, while… You hear your daughter’s voice say,
“God, that was hot.”

"The sex is okay," the scarlet succubus said. "I'd like a little more description, a little more feeling and emotion. But it's not constant, and there is variety, and having your daughter suck your cock while you eat your girlfriend's pussy is...inventive. Urk."

The pure-white eyes of the demon shot open. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel something move down her birth canal.

A hand emerged from her crimson cunt, to grasp the bedsheets. A bubblegum-pink hand with sharp pink nails.

“Got it. No getting pregnant until graduation.” Stella replies.

"Boo if you want, impregnation pervs, I just work here," Blaze muttered. She reached up under her thighs to grab the sides of her labia and spread them apart. Hunched over, she pushed down—and Lois Lane's second hand stretched her once-tight twat as it scrabbled for purchase.

“Or we could just not fuck using candle light ever again.”

"Nnnnnngghgghrrrrah!" Blaze's voice started in a growl and ended in a scream. Black lightning tore forth from her horns and formed an ebon halo about her head. The pink hands pulled at her pussy and a face—a pink face, with tiny pink horns and pure violet eyes—was framed in the splayed cunny. Bones cracked and tissues stretched that should have torn. Lois Lane's voice was a gurgle as amniotic fluid spilled from her lungs.

"Candles are romantic."

From the Author: Hey everyone! What'd you think of Week 2, Day 1 as a whole? Do you like or have any objections with the direction I chose for Celeste? Your feedback is always welcome!

It was a release. An agony. The shoulders were the worst part. The way Blaze felt she was being torn apart. The sensation of being turned inside out. Then, the sudden emptiness. Panting, momentarily exhausted, her halo faded and broke. A scarlet succubus laid there with a cunt like a deflated tired, her abdomen a loose bag of skin. In a moment, she could catch her breath, begin to heal and restore herself.

Before she could get that chance, Lois Lane pounced. The former reporter's pink body was slick with afterbirth, the tiny pink horns inexpressibly cute. Her mouth latched onto one dark swollen nipple and Blaze moaned as she sucked hard, and the black milk was drawn up forcibly out of the great swollen red teat. With it went a measure of Blaze's power. Between switching to the other one, Lois said of the chapter:

"Now isn't this an interesting plot twist? Not exactly foreshadowed, but...I fear this harem is going to grow."

By process of elimination, you know it’s your daughter’s mouth that’s sucking it.

"I feel," Blaze said. "That a simple raising of the head to see who has their lips wrapped around your dick is necessary, not a logical product of deduction."

The demon's body still looked deflated. More so, now that her once-impressive milksacs now sat spent and empty on her chest. The demonic reporter was curled close to her on the bed, one hand playing with the great floppy pussy that Blaze was too weak, as yet, to heal.

"They do play well together," Lois observed. "Saktongmanyak may not have given Cassie and Stella substantially different voices, but Jay is getting the...full effect of the harem trope. Always outnumbered. Always outgunned."

You found out that her daughters are coming back next Saturday from her parents’ place, and that they’ll be staying with her until they can afford their own place, now that they’ve graduated.

"By the Dark Gods," Blaze shook her head. "How much more pussy is this universe going to throw at him?"

"As much as it can," Lois snuggled closer, one leg twined with Blaze's. "That the problem with a harem-verse. What is the maximum size? It has to keep growing until the center cannot hold anymore, until it all falls apart. Jay isn't like the emperor of China would could have nine hundred concubines and fuck nine of them a night. But as long as the story goes...the pussy must flow."

One pink claw played with one of Blaze's sore nipples. There were teeth marks in the flesh.

“I’m guessing you’re relatively popular if you’ve made a living off of writing for so long.” Brooke observes.

"If Jay is making a living off his writing and nothing else, he's in the top one percent of all writers," Lois said with a growl.

Pink sparks sputtered from her hand, and Blaze gasped as her spent titty began to firm up...and then grow, heavier than normal. The demon blinked as she lost her train of thought for a moment, unsure what exactly Lois had just done to her.

“Adding another hot girl to your harem, Daddy?”

"In any other situation, Jay Daughterfucker might get the hint," Lois murmured.

She straddled the recumbent demon now. Her hands traced over the scarlet limbs. The deflated stomach shrank back down to hard-packed abs. The busted twat tightened once more. Yet other things happened too. The breasts were a little too big, too tight, like ripened tomatoes. The lips were swollen pillows, the high cheeks a little softer as Blaze's body began to fill out a little.

A pink finger curled around a lock of Blaze's dark hair. Pink sparks leaped from the nails, and the dark lock bleached into platinum blonde. Lois followed the trail of sparks all the way to Blaze's scalp. The pure white eyes looked dazed, confused, as Lois worked her stolen magic on the body. Not just to heal it to its former glory...but to make a few changes.

“Oh how the turntables.”

"That shouldn't annoy me, but it does," the pink-skinned demon said as she grabbed Blaze's horns. The dark hair was replaced by platinum locks that look like they'd come straight from a bottle. The once-lean body had become voluptuous, with thick thighs and a fat ass. The eyes stared up at Lois, who carefully shifted the scarlet succubus' position on the bed so that she could sit on Blaze's face and read the story at the same time.

“Chyna was where it’s at, Jay.” Brooke tells you.

"I'm sure this will satisfy every wrestling nerd that Brooke has the credentials," Lois said. "Although the only time I paid attention to Chyna was her brief porn career."

Blaze's mouth worked automatically to slurp the pink pussy pressed against her inflated lips. The bimbo-demon sucked and licked like a moose with a salt lick. Not that Lois minded in the least as the suddenly long, forked tongue found her clit. She simply grabbed Blaze's dark horns and hung on for the ride.

“We are enough for other people, Brooke. Maybe it’s them that just want too much.” you finish telling her.

"This was a long and character-backstory-driven chapter where we're supposed to sympathize with what Brooke has to go through and Jay Daughterfucker, who is singularly bad at flirting, gets to show that he can say something right and maybe seduce someone without actively trying to be a creep," Lois said. "Also, we haven't actually seen the app being used in several chapters, and I suspect either saktongmanyak forgot about it for a bit, or has been keeping a private tally to bring back for plot purposes."

Pink sparks burst from Lois Lane's hands. Where they landed on the dark horns of Blaze, the black material took on the appearance of gleaming ivory. Inside of Blaze's head, what few thoughts she had became much more...pink.

Author's Note: Reading the Prologue chapter after this is highly recommended.

"Maybe we will," Lois said. "We've come so far, after all. And there's still more to go."