Lois Lane & Blaze read "Advanced Fantasy" by Iam_DickMan, Part 5

The reporter's toes massaged the swollen scrotum behind her. It felt like a pair of basketballs, hairless and pulsing...but the imagination does strange tricks when you're pinned underneath a horny demon, their swollen cock stretching your internal anatomy to the limits.

And then, of course, Blaze began to cum. Lois could feel it as a boiling heat seeping into her bowels, rope after rope of demonic spunk pumping into her intestines. The reporter had the idea that the jizzing wouldn't stop until they finished their review.

"I had to break my rule and go back and read the Main Branch Characters notes to remind myself who was fucking who," Lois Lane admitted. "I've found that it's helped a great deal in our stories if the characters are reinforced with descriptors as much as their names, isn't that right Blaze?"

"Corrrrect," the scarlet succubus said, rolling the r with obvious relish, her body contracting slightly with each pump of demonic dickgirl cum into her designated jizzsocket. "The occasional 'Lexx the Slimegirl' and 'Soks the Busty Beholderkin' wouldn't go amiss. Also, while we're on the subject:"

He pulled back out erupting hot white ropes on to her face.

"How in the Nine Hells can you have some thick-dicked human spurting his man-goo over a Beholderkin's face and not describe how it goes in her fucking eye!?" The horned head shook in irritation, and Lois grunted in pain as one of those horns caught the side of her head. "It's like...it's the one thing Beholders are known for! They may not have a pussy, but they have a giant eyeball! What a waste."

"Even in a story a hundred-plus chapters deep, not every fetish can be fulfilled," Lois said...and grimaced. The heat in her abdomen was growing, and with it the sense of pressure. A fullness she normally only associated with ill-advised Indian takeaway and heavy drinking, urgent biological signals that all bases were loaded and it was time to go home. Except her outlet valve was plugged by a gigantic crimson cock, and her belly was consequently starting to bloat, pushing against the flat plane beneath them. "Which begs the question: this near the end, do we continue on the main route, or take the silly dark elf porn sidequest?"

"As much as I like dark meat, the 'main' plotline is longer," Blaze said. "And I want to see how big you get."

The human woman scowled as she clicked through to the next chapter.

"So. Lamia date," the reporter said.

"I feel like it's a major mistake not to have, like, Lamia pizza with rats as toppings that she can swallow whole," the demon said. "I mean, it's Advanced Fantasy, isn't it? Pizza for snake girls seems like a given."

"Unfortunately, the erotic possibilities of rat-pizza have to be pushed to the side because this harem won't expand itself," Lois said dryly. Then she blinked. "I mean, give it twenty years and the daughters of his current harem will come of age and then we can get some truly decadent mother-daughter **** harem bullshit, but I rather doubt Iam_DickMan is sufficiently perverted to pursue that course."

Blaze chuckled and her arms wrapped around her human partner. "I love it to bits when you get perverted yourself."

"Enter Honeysuckle Creeksong, polyamorous, polysexual faerie, and I thank whatever dark gods are listening that Iam_DickMan made her four feet tall instead of going the full Tinkerbell and making her smaller than our protagonist's cock," Lois said.

"Sizeplay can be fun," Blaze said...and Lois could only grunt in reply. Her stomach really hurt now...and it was swollen as though she had swallowed two gallons of water, her distended stomach bloating out on the sides against the floor, and actually lifting her upper body up slightly.

Cheryl moaned and thrust her hips up towards him.

"Do lamias have hips?" Lois asked, uncomfortably aware of where her own were right now.

"Depends on the artist. I mean, they don't have legs, so it's just a place where he lower body flares out and buried somewhere down below is the genital slit," Blaze said. "Probably. Dungeons & Dragons fantasy anatomy tends to be very make-it-up-as-you-go. Like, if you have a female centaur, does she have tits on her human chest, on her horse parts, or both?"

Lois Lane considered. Right now it felt like Blaze's cock belonged on a stallion. "Let Iam_DickMan decide when he adds a centaur filly to this harem. Meanwhile..." she clicked through to the next chapter. "...we've stepped into fairy lawyering. Somehow I feel this is going to end with Arthur getting his dick wet."

"It's not a bad idea," Blaze pointed out. "But again, we've already got his boss, an orc, a goblin, a slimegirl, a lamia, a Drow princess, a minotaur girl who must be begging for a milking at this point, and...uh..." the demon stopped to count on her fingers, "...I think that's all of them but there's a cat girl in the main cast list, and no fairy. My point is, the harem isn't even officially inaugurated and there's enough cunts for a good-sized orgy."

"I think he recognizes the point," Lois said as she read aloud:

Well, cum down my throat and call me a fleshlight! Kinky! How come all your girls are freaks? I’m barely even doing my job at this point.

"I am rather glad at this point that the MacGuffin is not actually a parasitic cockring that bonded to his mighty manhood and cannot be separated or anything like that," Lois said. She burped, suddenly queasy, and chest burning. Blaze smiled a little wider and read on:

She was going to seriously consider living in his sock drawer.

"I would actually read a story about a 13-inch tall Tinkerbell living in a dude's sock drawer as a living cumrag," the demon admitted.

Lois frowned. She swore she could feel all the cum inside of her sloshing. The pain and pressure were building, and there was a foul taste in the back of her throat...she had a picture of the rising tide of jizz forcing abdominal gas out through her mouth, and hoped that wasn't actually the case.

"In keeping with tradition, Arthur is now going to whip it out and reduce the Drow princess to a whimpering fuckpuddle," Lois managed with the occasional urp, her face flustered and in obvious distress. "On the other hand, Iam_DickMan did actually foreshadow this, so kudos for setting the stage."

I baked you cookies

"I feel at this point some mouth-breathing virgin should pipe in 'wife her,'" Blaze noted, rocking back and forth more rapidly now. Lois hiccuped and thrust out her arms and legs to stabilize herself, realizing with some distress how bloated her belly had gotten.

"Very droll, Angie," Lois winced as her chest pain increased. "Although at this point, without any decision points, the question is more how Arthur is going to demean and defile her, not if."

"If this was played more for laughs than raw masculine power fantasy, he would subdue her with head pats or maybe an ear massage," Blaze noted. "Or if he was more interested in the power dynamic itself, he could spank her pussy with his dick, making her scream and beg for him to take her precious virginity as he forbids her to touch herself. Is it silly to say that I'm getting a little bored with Arthur just laying pipe like he cross-classed in plumber?"

Lois Lane, who currently felt like a living condom hanging off a perpetually dripping dick, ignored the genre-savvy RPG quip.

"Different strokes," she managed. "Although variety is the spice of life. I'm surprised Arthur hasn't managed to discriminate more about the different pussies. Hairless versus hairy, tight versus sloppy, super-sensitive or able to take his hardest pounding...he's got so many pussies, asses, and mouths to choose from, yet so many of these sex scenes are almost...interchangeable when it gets to how the women feel, how making love to them is different."

Blaze clicked over to the next chapter. "A picture is worth a thousand words, though."

Yes. Give in to the Darkside, Arthur.

"Does Star Wars exist in the Advanced Fantasy universe?" Lois asked. She was definitely sloshing now, and despite her best efforts, Blaze's rocking back and forth was making her dizzy and nauseous.

"I'm more concerned about the idea of Arthur not being there already. He's already basically **** eight or nine women. How much more corrupt is he going to get for getting his DILF on?" Blaze said.

The reporter blinked. "What do you think 'DILF' means?"

"Drow I'd Like To Fuck," Blaze said, smugly. "I've been reading the tags on this site. It's a play on the idea of a MILF..."

"No, yes, I get it, that's just not..." Lois let off a long belch, cheeks fluttering as the gas escaped, leaving a nasty flavor behind, even if she felt a little better after it was done. "...oh Great Caeasr's ghost, excuse me."

Blaze chuckled. They were coming near the end...and it was time for a final choice.

"Side story or main quest?" she said...but Lois was unresponsive. The reporter was holding her mouth with both hands, making ****, wheezing noises.

"Main quest it is," Blaze said, clicking the tablet's screen with one nail. They read in silence for a moment, the demon frowning. The brow between her horns furrowed in confusion. At last, she read:

Well, it's about an erotica author who's sister is kidnapped and being held hostage. She ends up having to brave the jungles of Sana'a to save her sister and recover the treasure with the help of a swashbuckling mercenary. It's definitely got a real cult following.

Blaze shook her head. Lois Lane groaned in recognition...and then her whole body convulsed.

Black demon-jizz erupted from the reporter's mouth, coating the screen. Blaze grunted and bucked, more jizz pushing its way out of the reporter's mouth. The reporter, her entire gastrointestinal track filled to the brim, couldn't manage any words as the bitter filth oozed out of her, the human woman barely able to cough and suck down a mouthful of air in between the spurts of Satanic seed.

"Which brings us at last to the end of this long tale...for now, at least," the demon said, her hands rubbing the sides of Lois Lane's distended stomach and squeezing slightly. Lois couldn't scream, but her eyes bugged out as the sudden shift of pressure sent dark cum streaming into the endless white emptiness of the place between the pages. "Despite our little nitpicks, I think I speak for us both when I say that this isn't a bad story...but there are definitely some ideas and characters that could be more developed, and perhaps it would be nice if you focused on the bitches at hand before giving Arthur a ladder and telling him to go fuck a giant."

Lois Lane's mouth gawped like a fish, the naked woman wheezing and squirming. Only a liquid gurgle came out, but Blaze seemed to understand what she meant.

"Oh, right, and one last thing...what does happen if Arthur says 'trance' to someone who is deaf? Might be fun to find out..."