Lois & Blaze Read "Lustful Valhalla" by RejectTed

Author's Note: This story has scenes depicting characters in sexual situations that are embarrassing or otherwise uncomfortable for some of the characters. These scenes are depicted as fun and mischievous, and the victims react with only mild annoyance or frustration. This is unrealistic. Much like dropping an anvil on someone's head, sexually embarrassing someone can easily hurt them in real life even if you're being funny, so please be kind and understanding of others.

"Pussy," Blaze murmured.

"Hrmgh!" Lois Lane managed.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Blaze said.

The scarlet succubus' left hand cupped the back of the naked reporter's skull, pressing Lois' tongue deeper into the demon's blood-red pussy. Her right hand had the tablet open to "Lustful Valhalla" by RejectTed. Around them, the endless white void between the pages stretched as far as the eye could see. Once again, the stars of Lois Lane's Night Out took a moment to rest between their adventures, recharging their erotic batteries by reading CHYOA.

Something else my had no problem with.

Blaze read aloud from the introductory chapter. "Well, that doesn't bode well at all."

Lois Lane's brows furrowed. Her lips latched onto Blaze's clit and began to suck hard. The demon smiled.

"No teeth. Yes, yes, I am being a dick to RejectTed...but we're only a few paragraphs into this erotic fantasy, and that kind of thing stands out. Besides which, at the end of the chapter they add:"

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Mollified, Lois Lane went back to licking Blaze's pussy with the single-minded dedication of a woman that knew she had to give head to get head, and wanted to give a thorough cat-bath to the Satanic slit. Blaze, her long red legs spread out on either side of the reporter, read aloud the saga of the strange realm of Valhalla...or as Blaze pronounced it:

"Yet Another Generic Fantasy Realm," the demon said, her eyes locked on the tablet and clicking through the chapters. "Although the suggestion that this is all some sort of erotic afterlife isn't a bad one, and it takes itself lightly. Which is good. Fits the mood. Sort of purposefully lighthearted but stops short of being cartoonish or silly. There are a few odd choices of phrase, here and there. 'Roughian' when the word is 'ruffian,' that sort of thing."

The tip of Lois Lane's tongue found Blaze's urethra, and the demon tsked.

"I know, I know. It offends your inner wordsmith. We're three chapters deep and it's time for a choice, so I think our good pirate Liz shall make a run of it."

The demon read on....and slowly changes became manifest in her body. A purple bloom came to her cheeks. Soft, puffy pink nipples grew rigid and stiff on small red breasts. Her lips opened, chest rising and falling as her heart began to thunder a little faster, her breath slid in and out a little more, eyes rapidly scanning page after page, making her choices...all of this Lois Lane could see, as her tongue slid in and around the inner folds of the demon's hot, wet cunny, that strangely musky smell filling the reporter's nostrils. She wasn't sure what was causing the succubus to become aroused, her oral skills or the erotic content of the story...which was, so far, not particularly pronounced. Then Blaze's familiar half-smile lit up her features, and her fingers drummed on the back of Lois Lane's head as she read with gusto:

The poor delicate angel thrashed around like she'd been dropped into the depths of hell, but the feather still traced it's path. Its soft barbs tenderly exited her porcelain skin on their strategic steps. Up her side to her ribs which they travelled perpendicular to before swishing down to kiss her belly button. All the while, Celeste's flat tummy twitch and flexed with her chirp-like cackling. The tormented angel pushed back into her captor, mashing the copper bosom into her back and grinding her tight arse into the Asian darling.

The demon stared down the length of her body at Lois, whose jaw had begun to ache...and the reporter was fixed by that stare.

"You know, we haven't done much with erotic tickling yet," Blaze mused, like a cat that had found a new mouse.

"Dghn thyugh fghnth dayrh!" Lois muffled.

Slowly, one pure white eye opened and closed. "Later. I won't say this is the best writing we've come across, but it's far from the worst. No half-assed chapters so far. And the occasional good one-liner."

"Where be the other nine-tenths of my outfit," scoffed the perturbed pirate.

Then the demon scowled. "Other bits are...well, decidedly more meta."

Liz had yet to learn that bio was biography shortened, and briefly wondered what biology had to do with this rage, but assumed she'd be given context soon.

"Can't say I'm particularly enamored of the mix of times, technologies, and whatnot, although again...strange afterlife of mostly women. Surprised the whole thing didn't descend into a lesbian orgy inside six chapters, to be honest. I suppose cunt-licking does get old after a while."

At these words, Lois withdrew her tongue, pressed her lips against the labia in front of her, puffed her cheeks full of air, and blew the loudest raspberry she could. It sounded like a bladder sputtering on the scarlet slit, and Blaze got the point.

"I didn't tell you to stop, sweetmeat. What will our readers think if you don't lick me into an absolute tumult of ecstasy?"

Lois growled in her throat...but her tongue, tired and thick, slid deep into Blaze's quim now, scraping at the inner walls as it began to rim the entrance to her canal. Blaze, for her part, went back to reading and commenting on the story.

"I don't mind that there are comments on the scantily-clad tropes of women in fantasy art and fiction...hell, probably ten percent of the lesbians in your United States discovered themselves to Red Sonja or Julie Bell..."

"...and there occasional attempts at poetic language which are a welcome difference to 'She tugged at her cunt-ring,' or however other writers on CHYOA would put it. I can admire the level of effort, even if the whole isn't exactly my cup of tea."

Her new ring down there had indeed made her nerves quite acute. In her afire state, a shifting of that gold perched so upon her loins was both the prize and the chain to draw her in deeper.

Lois shifted her hands under the demon's buttocks and Blaze, her feet planted firmly on the nothingness that served as a floor, raised her pussy up for better access, the weight resting now on her shoulders and feet, muscles in her legs and abdomen bunched. Tongue buried as deep as it could go in that tight twat, Lois began to rub her nose against the demon's clit...a technique she always found humiliating, but strangely effective. So it was now, Blaze's hips squirming slightly as the purplish blush began to spread down across her breasts and over her labia.

"It's...it's the lack of emotional connection, you know? Liz is all alone there, and doesn't really form a lot of bonds with her fellow characters. The world is such a mishmash...the link chapters are well done, or at least I didn't run into any broken ones, but it's all...there's not much of a plot to it...oh...ohh...aaaah..."

The naked reporter squeezed that red ass for all it was worth, her neck bobbing as she rubbed and licked as fast as she could, her demonic lover quivering in her hands and against her face. Lois knew what was coming...but she didn't stop or look away, not for a moment. A second before the hot wet spray burst from Blaze's pussy to drench her face, Lois blinked...heard the tablet fall away, on the last chapter Blaze had read—and the reporter told herself that should the story go on from there, perhaps she would pick up where Blaze had left off, only with their positions reversed so that she could give her own thoughts on "Lustful Valhalla."

Yet as Blaze collapsed backward, knees momentarily weak, Lois Lane's thoughts were on something else. She dragged herself across her lover's naked body, wiping her face on those hard red abs, those soft small breasts, those burning cheeks...and planted a kiss on those lips, so wanton and waiting.

"What advice would you give to RejectTed?" Lois asked softly.

"I know editing sucks," Blaze answered. "But spellcheck and a grammar check would do wonders for you."

Then their lips met again.