Lois Lane & Blaze read "Advanced Fantasy" by Iam_DickMan, Part 2

Lois Lane's toes came together around the hot, pulsing rod. The demon Blaze pushed forward, her red hands squeezing the reporter's calves. She let Lois rub her feet band and forth as she read aloud from "Advanced Fantasy":

“Do goblins have tiny dicks? I gotta admit that it’s not something that I was going to look into.” Mata dropped her hands “Goblin dick is so pathetic. I wouldn’t let it anywhere near me.” She covered her mouth again surprised that something like that would come out of her mouth in front of someone she barely knew. She had no idea where any of that came from, and worse saying it in front of Arthur… excited her? She thought about all the goblins she had dated in the past. Gods, she should call them and deride them over their small cocks just for Arthur. The thought made her flush.

"I can't say I care for the formatting," Blaze said. "But the mental influence is a kink I can get into."

Lois Lane felt her own cheeks flush as her toes brushed against her partner's balls. A part of her wanted to just reach down and squeeze those swinging testes with her toes...but instead she rubbed her heels against the head, squeezing the rubbery, swollen glans, feeling the dribble of pre-cum. She bit her tongue for a moment and clicked on to the next chapter.

"With any fantasy, there's always a problem of conflict," Lois said as she read on. "Conflict is what makes a story interesting. The harder it is to fuck someone, the more satisfying it is when you do fuck them. With a fantasy, it's often too easy to bypass any sense of conflict with magic. I think you can really feel Iam_DickMan struggling with delivering the sexual satisfaction of overcoming some hurdle, but not make it too easy."

Blaze's nostrils flared. She leaned forward, hands moving up to massage the back of the naked reporter's thighs. With more of her weight pressed on Lois Lane's feet, the knees began to spread.

"Yes," Blaze agreed. "Too easy isn't worth it at all...especially not for a story that has so many more chapters. Always a tricky thing in an ongoing story, reaching a proper climax."

Lois grinned as she read another excerpt:

“Mata, what’s your deepest fantasy?” Mata flushed “I want to get pregnant. I want to be filled up with no protection. I want my tits to get bigger and leak every time I fuck!”

"It's a tricky business, especially when the story seems so unscripted." The reporter said. "See, this feels like something that could have been strung out for a chapter or three, build up and then have a climax...but instead, we have all these short chapters, and then a longer one...probably the longest chapter yet...and it goes straight for the breeding. Then it drops it again, going back to Arthur's dayjob."

Blaze pushed further. Her hands rubbing their way up those soft thighs, eyes focused on the hint of a naked slit between the reporter's buttocks. "That's part of the charm though, isn't it? Knowing the tropes. Who hasn't fantasized about skullfucking their boss?"

"Most of us without a cock," Lois said dryly. "But yes, I think Iam_DickMan knew what they building up to, even if it isn't always as clean as it could be if they'd outlined it. And I think, based on the likes, the readership knew, too:"

There was no way she was building him a harem.

"The thing about fantasy harem stories," Blaze said. "Is that it's all about diversity. You're playing to different fantasies, different kinks. Instead of focusing on just one or two characters and exploring them...in depth..."

The demon's hands pushed up to the top of the reporter's thighs, where Lois Lane's buttocks bunched up. Crimson thumbs stroked the inside of her thighs, rubbing up and down, tickling the labia.

"...but a harem story, it's all about transition, moving on, one to the next," the demon finished. "Hence Becky, the cowgirl with the lactating tits begging to be milked."

"And hence the bridge chapters like 'The Mall,'" Lois said. "One that doesn't really accomplish much, and which Iam_DickMan doesn't really seem to have a lot of interest in, but which is sortof necessary to bridge two scenes. Arthur needs new clothes, that's the conflict set up, so he goes to the mall. By itself, not very interesting, but it serves its purpose."

By now, the reporter's legs were bent back on themselves, the heels not far from her ass...the crimson cock aimed toward its target.

"And things are about to get interesting," Blaze said.