Lois Lane & Blaze Read Viv & Maddy Read Lois Lane's Night Out

In the void between the pages, where all characters wait for the flick of a finger or the click of a button, there was light.

Blaze conjured darkness, sudden and total. Lois Lane lit the candles, tiny suns that pushed back the eternal night...and a ghostly foxfire crept along the powdered lines that defined the pentagram, the circles and sigils. Naked, human and demon stood together in the very center, their pubic hair almost touching. The reporter held up a tablet above her head, and the screen flickered to life, ghostly and bright in the vast abyss as it bathed them in its glow.

"Vivian 'Viv' Nguyen - 31 years old, Jay Craig's next door neighbor," the naked reporter read out. Her eyes focused on the image and she described her aloud: "Slim and tattooed, with long brown hair, an elegant neck, plump lips..."

As Lois fixed the image in her mind, the demon's hand stretched out into the darkness...and came back with long dark strands, as if spun from the night itself, which she tied about the reporter's wrists and ankles and waist.

"Good," Blaze said. "Now the other one."

"Madeleine "Maddy" O'Brien - 18 years old, granddaughter of Jay Craig's elderly neighbors," Lois said, barely able to feel the hairs that bound her. "Dirty blonde tinged with auburn, sun-flecked, deep eyes that might be blue or green; the glasses make her look smart, prepossessing, curious...the mouth is full, generous, but honest...she's shaved all but a tuft..."

As Lois spoke, the demon tied the hairs about her own wrists and ankles, and finally about her slim red wrist...and when at last the reporter felt a creeping sensation beneath her skin, and when she looked at Blaze again...someone else stood there. Slim and young, smooth and soft in all the places where the demon was usually bony and muscled. The reporter looked down at herself and saw the tattoos that graced a shorter, thinner form. The two women were of a height now, and Lois could look Blaze in the eye without craning her neck...and the demon, in her Maddy-skin, twisted those unfamiliar lips in a very familiar Mona Lisa smile.

The reporter reached out and dragged her lover down...

Maddy shivered in her unnatural sleep. Unseen fingers pulled and caressed at the skin, and small pink nipples grew taut. In her dreams, her co-wife scraped small fingers down either side of her body, as though ready to claw or tickle her to ****...the small white teeth flashed as they closed on a nipple, and Maddy writhed.Beside her, Viv's eyes moved rapidly beneath her closed lids. Her mouth opened and closed, teeth bared, tongue licking the air in slow circles, fingers hooked as they pawed at nothing. Small, bony hips rose and thighs spread to bare the shaven gash. Her breasts deformed as though pressed against a smooth, taut body.

Lois and Blaze were having a near-Maddy & Viv experience...which necessarily meant that Viv & Maddy were having a near-Blaze and Lois experience.

Such is the spice in a relationship that lasts for thousands on thousands of chapters...

"I must admit," Blaze said, her voice coming from Maddy's lips. "I like these sluts, inconstant that their attentions may be."

Lois tried her smile on Viv's face. She ran her hand down the elaborate tattoo on the right side of her body, down to the wet little pussy between her legs. In the circle, Lois and Blaze threaded their legs together, cunt to cunt, and the reporter admired the way their pubes, dark and light, mingled as the quims kissed. Almost idly, the reporter picked up the tablet to read from the review.

"They have a point," Lois noted. "It's not Shakespeare. Although I'm sure a sonnet or two would not go amiss."

"Maddy" grunted as her hips rolled. The candles flared, and the little borrowing spell would only last so long as they burned. She hoped to get a few climaxes in, before their glamours wore off.

"In truth, if Zeebop had planned this story out at all," "Viv" said as she sought to match her lover's pace, their labia squelching wetly as they ground against one another. "Making your path the lesbian one would have been the obvious and intelligent move. However, such hindsight is 20/20...I'm relatively sure most of the actual lesbian paths are on the Lex Luthor side!"

Blood flushed Maddy's skin, and perspiration began to dot her brow. The almost-auburn hair stuck to it as she writhed in her sleep, Viv's face foremost in her dreams. Not far from her, her Asian co-wife stiffly humped the air, her puffy lips open as she panted and began to mewl, tattoos beginning to shine with sweat. Locked in their **** dance, they could not hear their moans and mewls synchronize, the soft chorus of their voices growing louder and louder, the movements more frenetic, the toes curling as...

"Aaaaaugh!" Blaze growled. She threw back her head, the long hair strangely golden by candle-and-tablet light, her slim body arched as an electric shock ran up her spine. The muscles of her thighs spasmed and shook...and "Viv," grinning, humped faster, less concerned now about her own climax than in drawing Blaze's out, perhaps to help it cascade.The reporter's dark eyes flashed as she watched the nubile 18-year-old gyrate on her cunt. It made her feel a bit like a dirty old woman...and there was something delicious about that, about being the older, more mature partner for once, to play her lover's young body like an instrument. Already, Blaze had lost control, her whole body undulating like a snake as the pad of Lois Lane's thumb found "Maddy's" little pink clit and rubbed it softly but quickly...and Vivian's laughter shook out into the darkness as between her legs a small, hot fountain shot out of the young woman's pink folds.

Maddy, it turned out, was a squirter.

After several minutes of such exquisite ****, "Viv's" hand began to cramp and she pulled back, to all Blaze to collapse. The reporter rolled onto her back, those thin tattooed thighs spread, her cunny drenched with their mingled juices. Blaze caught several long, shuddering breaths...and Lois returned to the review as the demon recovered her strength.

"It's not a real goat," the reporter rumored. "The Baphomet goat, the Satan of the witch-cult, a demon, a dream of Blaze...you know in the early days the story was going to be more tightly knit, and that cult was going to feature more prominently...Zeebop hoped to make it prophetic. However, very quickly the whole thing degenerated into an endless branching pornographic nightmare."

The dirty blonde rolled over. She licked her hips. Her hair was plastered to her face, and it hung down to the ground as she crept forward, tongue at the ready.

Viv's buttocks tightened as an invisible **** pressed her labia apart. The pink insides glimmered wetly and the soft walls of the tunnel distended as something probed and slid up one hot wall and down the other. The urethra flexed as thought a soft point tested the little orifice, and the juice that gathered at the entrance to the vagina proper splashed like the water from a careless dog's bowl.Beside her, Maddy's hands were pressed up against an unseen barrier, her tits flattened against the invisible wall, neck craned at an uncomfortable angle and tongue twisting in the air in an obscene kiss. Runnels of hot juice ran up the inside of her thighs in defiance of gravity, and a look of serene concentration twisted that young face.

"For all the many choices...ah!" Lois Lane said, though it was Viv's eyes that read the words, "So many paths end up in remarkably similar places. Pleasure Before Business, Business Before Pleasure...the choice is not pointless, but neither...oh, fuck, right there, right there, eat my fucking cum your blonde little cunt...neither is it always so different, in the end. The route changes, but many of the destinations are almost the same."

Blue-green eyes smiled at "Viv" as she writhed beneath the pink tongue in her cleft. The young woman's thumb pressed into the juicy cleft as with a flourish, "Maddy's" tongue flicked out over the little nub of a clit, and then the pink lips fastened on the sensitive mound. The thumb pulled at the cunny as Blaze gently sucked, and "Viv's" back arched as her lover went tumbling over the precipice of her own desire, the tablet falling from her hand.

The thumb of Maddy's left hand was wrinkled and pruned, as though soaked in a bath. It stood out straight, the rest of the hand in a fist, as it made a curious, almost mystic gesture in the air...and beside her Viv cried out, her whole body suddenly tense as her anus was pressed inward by an invisible ****, the clit drawn out from her body as though by a pair of tiny tongs, the Asian woman seemingly drawn between opposing forces, too lost in pleasure to even breath as her tiny nipples stood out painfully from her pendulous breasts.

The candles would burn for quite a while longer, yet there were no more words for Lois and Blaze to spend on that review. They were too caught up with their toys...the delicious license of it all...and when they were sated and the charm was done, the two objects of their spell would fall into a more natural slumber. Maddy & Viv would awaken the next morning sticky, and sore in odd places, with fading memories of a shared wet dream...and, perhaps, here and there on their bodies the telling bruise of a hickey where no hickey had been.

"Take only memories," the scarlet succubus spoke aloud, to no one in particular. "Leave only fuck-prints."

"Footprints, babe," the sexually exhausted reporter murmurred, her head against the demon's shoulder.

"I know what I said," Blaze said with a knowing smile. "I meant it. Fun review. We should do that again sometime."