Lois Lane & Blaze read "Whore of the Dragon" by Conan The Librarian, Part 3

"So," Lois Lane said, as her finger tugged at the scarlet succubus' butthole. "The dark elf sorceress Lunnara raided an ancient temple, and managed to free the ancient love dragon Ballsack. Donning a suit of haunted armor, she was then endowed with the dragon's mighty cock and set about dominating a local widow and turning her daughter into, and I quote, a 'painslut.' Meanwhile, Lunnara's rival has another dragon, and Lunnara herself is now a half-dragon futanari and is headed to the city to...use her sex powers to found an empire of sin, or something. Starting with the Princess Karla and her faithful servant Marian. Does that sound right?"

"I believe," Blaze said. "That Conan decided 'Ballsack' had another name. Also, you have two hands."

"Quite right," Lois said. The reporter lowered her head and grabbed the demon's labia with her teeth, tugging gently. Blaze sighed. It was almost as if Lois had no interest in this story at all and was using their reading time as an excuse to have her way with the demon's ass and pussy...and who would care a whit about that?

The demon read on, aloud, as Lois used both hands to play with her co-star's holes. Using her fingers and tongue to trace the darker red skin of Blaze's labia, around the hot pink insides, which were starting to look very juicy indeed, the little clit already standing out from its hood...but as Blaze was now, Lois couldn't get at it.

One man took care of her mouth, for how could one resist such a comely face and lustful lips? Soon, that rod of meat made the woman sing a dissonant melody, with drums of split that resonated through her throat. More meatsticks surrounded her face, waiting for their turn, and slapping her cheeks, blinding her open eyes with strains of precum, and then actual cum, to be mixed with her tears. One man took hold of her long brown hair, and that too was used to please a dick, maybe two, it was hard to say.

"I give Conan a bit of leeway because English is his second language," Blaze said. "But 'meatstick' is enough to make me drier than the Sahara."

"It's not all bad," Lois said. "I liked the bit about breastfeeding. Read it again."

Blaze smiled as she complied.

The taste of milk changed her, drop by drop, sip by sip. It started with her hands, the delicate gestures became harsher, her probing became rubbing, her rubbing, kneading, and soon those soft and tender fingers became claws, cruel and possessive. Nameria gasped when she felt the first bite in her nipples, her moans tainted with pain. She was about to protest when a harsh look from Lunnara deterred her and she remained quiet, soft moans mixed with tears. By now, Karla was attached to that bosom as a tick would attach itself to a warmblood's skin, her stomach and mind bloated by the magically altered milk, her perception of reality completely gone, substituted by a berserk mania, an unending lust for those bountiful orbs.

"Mmm, yes," Lois said. "Turn over. I think I want to play with your tits."

"Fine," Blaze said, and rolled her eyes—though no one could tell when she did that. The scarlet succubus slid onto her back, legs still wide apart, and held the tablet up above her face. Lois, to her surprise, didn't go for the breasts right away...instead the reporter's lips fastened on the stiff little clit.

"I like how the plot thickens, the occasional misspelling aside," Blaze mused, as Lois Lane's tongue began a slow travel up the demon's flat, muscular abdomen. "I mean, it's not as good as that one author you made me read—Tolkien?—but I can definitely see how this is derived, however distantly, from the wet dreams of some febrile teenager stroking themselves off to visions of elf maidens. I like it when you have characters with an actual emotional connection playing off one another, instead of simple mindless sex."

Lois Lane's tongue swirled around the demon's navel. "Oh get off of it. You like mindless sex too."

"In its place!" Blaze insisted. "But a lot of this is...rushed. Like the idea that the queen's perception was altered so that the proper way to greet her is to spit in her face is interesting from the standpoint of degradation, but it isn't really given enough room. There are better ideas than execution, or at least more ideas than time and care to execute them properly."

"You're still upset the gangbangs don't go on for six chapters," Lois said as her tongue slid up to the demon's sternum, and the reporter began to plant kisses around the small red breasts, each as firm and ripe as a tomato. "And, to be honest, when you get to a lengthy section like that incestuous interlude, it definitely feels like there's a lack of inspiration in some of the other chapters. Which isn't uncommon in CHYOA stories."

The reporter resumed her kissing. Her hand found its way once more to Blaze's cunny, the pads of her fingers rubbing and teasing the hard red clit...and Blaze read on.

"Mommy, this is boring." Said Myrce by Lunnara's side.

"Here," Blaze said, "Myrce represents the audience. At least the ones hoping for endless debauchery. I actually like that there are some machinations and plotting, even if it means we get a few mostly-sexless chapters."

"Hmm," Lois let her tongue run around one of the demon's stiff little nipples. Pink and puffy as an unripe strawberry. "The lactation kink is interesting. I think it's one of those that works better when it's the main focus of a story instead of one among many in an arc...not that we can throw stones. It's just that focusing on one kink usually means losing track of the others. Just like focusing on two characters means we're juggling different plotlines, at least a little. George R. R. Martin, Conan is not."

"Yes," Blaze mused. "The scheming sister-in-law that is fucking her own brother and is drawn into dominating the increasingly less-than-innocent princess feels like it could be a separate story, because it's ultimately just a small part of Lunnara trying to conquer a piece, and then there's the other dark elf bitch which is watching her and masturbating and planning to move in with her horny dragon and...it's not the most complicated plot, because it's a very linear story, but it feels like we lose focus on the overall plot whenever we focus too much on the individuals."

"Well, at least things move," Lois said. Her lips fastened around the nipple and she pulled. Blaze made a little mewling sound that brought a smile to the reporter's face. Lois Lane's hand ran up and down the demon's labia. She could feel the wetness there, and the demon spread her legs a little wider. It was slow going, but Blaze was getting there...

Their bodies trembled in synchronised anarchy as the queen received the first creampie of the night. The scream was glorious and intense and every single soul in the castle knew that the queen was satisfied by the king's fucking. Little did they knew that those screams would mark the beginning of a new age.

"Admit it," Lois said, as she let the nipple go. "The honeymoon scene was hot."

"It was okay," Blaze said. "To be honest, I think Isolde's plan was a bit more interesting, but I know this is Lunnara being sneaky. It just reminds me that the key movers are all trying to manipulate each other."

"Queensguard? The legends of old speak of a Kingsguard of noble warriors, but never of a Queensguard."

"I may have spoken a little too soon about George R. R. Martin," Lois said. She moved to straddle the demon's hips, so that she could press her clit against the demon's. Tricky, from this angle, but if Lois bent her knee, and Blaze lifted hers...

"Even in your cruelness, you have a soft spot for the weak and the oppressed. Have you not saved that poor girl from the clutches of her mother and accepted her as your own so lovingly? Have you not transformed a demeaned prisoner into a Queen? A Queen who genuinely wants to bring light and prosperity to these lands? Have you not turned a warmonger King into a loving husband? You have single handedly ended all the wars that cursed this lands."

"Romulus...the dragon Ballsack...is dropping some painful truths on the dark elf slut," Blaze said. She raised the tablet to look at Lois. "Do you think I have good in my soul?"

"To paraphrase Jessica Rabbit," Lois Lane said, as she rubbed her slit against the scarlet succubus, "I don't think you're bad, you are just written that way."

Blaze frowned at that. And that was where they paused, for a moment, as the reporter moved her body against her lover's...and the demon chewed over the thought that perhaps, just a little, she saw a bit of herself in Lunnara.