Lois Lane & Blaze Read "After-party wrestling" by unknown156

"Okay sweetmeat, it's time for your clit polishing. For this next chapter you need to be spit-shined and...gooey..."

The scarlet succubus' tirade drifted off. Lois Lane lay spread-eagle on what passed for the floor in the timeless void where they waited in between chapters. The violet eyes stared upward into the perpetual whiteness.

"Do you remember...being young?" Lois Lane said. Her voice betrayed a tiredness that was more than just the body. A world-weary ennui. An exhaustion of the soul. "Like, back when you would get sexually excited over nothing. Now it just seems so...hard. To get excited over anything. I think...I think I might be fucked out."

The demon sighed and sat down next to the reporter. She laid a familiar hand on the reporter's thigh and gave her a squeeze.

"Look, I'm not going to lie to you. Sex work is work, and like any job, you can suffer from burnout. Physical, mental, creative. I know sometimes you get tired of it all...you want to reclaim the good moments, the happy moments. That special thrill you felt when you first felt a hot demon's forked tongue slurp at your twat..."

Blaze paused, her pure white eyes lost for a moment in some internal reverie. Then the brow between her horns furrowed.

"...look, fuck this introspection shit. I'm going to eat your fucking pussy and you're going to read a fucking sexy story and together we're going to bitch about it or not. Then you'll cum and you'll feel better about your sad-sack life for five fucking seconds. Like everyone else. Okay?"

The reporter sighed. She picked up her tablet and scrolled to CHYOA. Blaze rolled over onto her stomach and aggressively shoved the reporter's legs apart. The pussy that met her gaze bristled with stubble and exuded a slightly rank fishy smell. Black lightning crackled and arced up the demon's horns, and tiny bolts zapped, burning off the hair...even the normally carefully-trimmed patch that Lois liked to maintain...and didn't stop until Lois Lane's pussy was clean enough to eat.

"So," Lois said. "'After-party wrestling,' by unknown156..."

Lois read aloud. Blaze let her tongue part the soft crease of her partner's labia. The demon scowled. The pussy was nasty, gummy and sour...Lois must not have bothered to clean it after the last scene...and the succubus shifted her scarlet tongue to be long and narrow, so it could scrape at the walls. All the froth and slime, all the shed skin cells and leftover secretions slid away as Lois read out names and ages...and the demon moved forward until her mouth was open as wide as it could be, lips locked around that cunny as she sucked in hard, to vacuum all that accumulated crusty filth into her mouth.

"This might be more interesting if I was more into wrestling," Lois said. "I mean, when you think about wrestling, most people aren't thinking about Greco-Roman wrestling or Sumo wrestling, it's Mexican luchadors and American professional wrestling. This is just some college kids horsing around in chapters that are barely two paragraphs of sexless ill-described combat."

The reporter scowled as she clicked through page after page. Despite herself, she was focused on the screen, and barely noticed when she instinctively raised her hips so that Blaze's long, snake-like tongue could slide deeper into her. There was an itchy presence there, like the last drop of jizz left inside of her after a douche, and the reporter felt a kind of relief as she felt the long tongue slide impossibly far inside of her, the sensitive tips scooping all the goo from around her cervix.

"Second person is just sort of infuriating if not done right," Lois said. "You this and you that, every single paragraph and sentence can start with 'you' if you aren't careful. We haven't even had a fucking description of the house! Where the hell are they wrestling? Can't the crowd cheer? Somebody get a fucking boner, or let a pussy flash, or something."

Lois was cranky and irritable, and as Blaze cleaned out the last of the cunt-tunnel, so that it was clean and bright, her tongue shifted to be shorter, fatter, softer, so that she could do a deep scrub on the inside of the reporter's labia. Scarlet fingers pulled the curtains wide so that the demon could run the sponge-like tongue up one side and down the other...and then to play with the little spot under the clit, to circle the tangy little divot that was the urethra, back down to the V-notch where the pussy ended and that oh-so-small bit of skin separated the pink eye from the brown eye...

"EIGHT FUCKING CHAPTERS before we get a choice," Lois announced. "Hell with it, going for the reverse facesit..."

Blaze smiled. Now that things were getting raunchy, she could taste her partner's juices start to flow...the mind, after all, was the greatest erogenous zone of them all. The demon was a firm believer in sexual healing.

"Serves him right. Wish there were people I could smother with my ass..." Lois said...and the demon knew that was her frustration working its way out. The Daily Planet's Greatest reporter had hardly any ass to speak of. Not that Blaze would have minded the reporter trying...

"So...once you get past the first match, you head right into the second. It's not a bad way to set up the story, and the game mode is actually used for once," Lois said begrudgingly. Blaze still said nothing. She pressed her lips against the reporter's clit and began to suck it gently, rhythmically, sucking in and then letting the pressure drop, then again. The tip of the demon's right index finger slid up to tug gently at the bottom of Lois' vagina as she took the ballbusting path...

"The chapters are still very short and sparse. There's no sense of the broader environment...and the descriptions are pretty lacking. I should be able to feel the sweat, the ache of the muscles, the smell of the hot bodies as they grope against one another...and this might be a nitpick, but there's no indication who won which match in the sidebar," Lois said. She wiggled her hips as Blaze's tongue began to flick over the reporter's little bean, and the finger slid in deeper and pulled down harder. "And...I hit a dead end at the Battle of Wills."

Blaze let her tongue slide out, over the reporter's clit, and rested her chin on her partner's mons. The white eyes stared out over the flat plane of her stomach, the small hills of her breasts...and Lois set the tablet aside and met her gaze.

"Why did you stop?" Lois asked.

"Why did you?" Blaze pushed back.

"Because...it's not done yet," the reporter said, irritably. "Are you going to finish eating my pussy or not?"

The demon gave a half-smile. "Who's going to make me?"

There was a mad scramble, as Lois Lane's legs locked around the scarlet succubus' neck, and the small pink hands grabbed the demon's dark horns and tried to **** that tongue back into the twat that was its rightful home...and perhaps Lois was more into the story than she thought, as her mind slipped to sexual strategies and her limbs tightened around her partner...

...yet when at last, Lois had flipped the demon onto her back, and her hips flexed and rotated to grind her pussy against Blaze's face, the reporter screamed out a wordless howl.

The reporter sat there on Blaze's face, her ankles crossed between the demon's breasts, and now it seemed as though Lois held onto the horns for support.

"It's not...a terrible idea, really," Lois said as she sucked in air. "I just think it could be...sexier. The descriptions are just very lacking."