Lois Lane & Blaze read Lindsey & Susan Read CHYOA

Lois Lane crawled across the floor of the break room. There was cum in her eyes. There was cum everywhere. The naked reporter's body shook and trembled, dribbles of jizz running down from her back and face over her arms, down her chin. Her pussy was a white sodden mess, the swollen red lips completely glazed.

The scarlet succubus dropped wiped her dick on a tea towel and dropped it in front of the reporter.

"They're at it again. Except it's two different bitches this time."

The reporter tried to open her mouth, and there was a glub as her stomach heaved a wad of half-digested cum hit the floor. Blaze angrily clicked her smartphone with her thumb.

"They went down one of the unfinished paths again," the demon said sourly. "I hate it when that happens. They think it's our fault, being unprofessional and all that, but really it's just a matter of math. There's too damn many chapters and only one writer, and the lazy fuck can't churn out the porn fast enough for the jerkoffs jerking off to his wankfodder."

She sipped her tea angrily. Lois Lane's hand had found the towel, and she began to scrape at her face. Bukkake scenes were always very trying for the reporter, especially when the writer had left off in between becoming a crawling cumbucket and the clean-up.

"Can these ones at least punctuate?" The glazed reporter asked.

"They seem to have a problem with commas, otherwise they're fine." A red thumb scrolled down. "Oh, they found the Kryptonite App."

"That started out as a good idea," Lois said. "You know, so people could find their transformation fetish more quickly. Most of them are even real varieties of Kryptonite, albeit...sexified."

"Don't really see Zeebop ever using the one that turns you into an ape," the demon said. "I mean, is it **** if you're sentient and just look like a gorilla? Probably too close for comfort."

"Give him time," Lois muttered. "What's the backlog? 600 chapters to write?"

"And growing," Blaze confirmed. "When the pandemic hit in 2020, the story was getting something like 150 likes a day for a while. That's a lot of chapters to write. More than he could keep up with."

The scarlet succubus looked down to where Lois was on her knees, scraping the jizz off of her face. Some of it was in her hair, gray and drying.

"You missed a spot."

Big purple eyes looked up at the demon, pointedly ignoring the crimson erection with the hairless testicles pointed at her face. Blaze grabbed the reporter's jizz-stained black hair with one hand and thrust forward, the purple head of her demonic dong pushing past the protesting teeth and scraping across the tongue before it hit the back of Lois Lane's throat. Nor did it stop there.

Lois attempted an irritated sigh, which never worked when she had a scarlet schlong lodged in her esophagus. All she managed was to blow a cum-bubble through her nostrils.

"They wondered where they dickgirls were," Blaze grunted. "I mean, they're there. But not every path has dickgirls. I mean, quite a lot of work has been put into cramming fetishes into this thing, but you can't work everything into twenty-odd chapters."

"Mgghew-ongh," Lois mumbled.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Blaze said. "But yes, you're right, two paths are thirty-one chapters deep. No that shit gets weird. How many marriages are in this story? I've lost count."

With infinite patience, the reporter closed her eyes as the demonic dickgirl humped her throat. At this point, Lois could basically suck cock in her sleep...and had, in a few chapters.

"Well, maybe these two literate skanks will get what they want, eventually," Blaze said. Then she stared out past the fourth wall. "Of course, if there's something in particular they want to see, they could also write a chapter or two themselves. It's not a one-man story."