Lois and Blaze Read "The Steward" by Wilparu, Part 2

Lois Lane brought the soles of both of her feet together. Her violet eyes stared out, just over the edge of the tablet she had been reading from. The reporter had teased Blaze plenty. Now it was time to punish her.

The spit-slick toes pressed against the scarlet succubus' hairless slit...and the pure white eyes went wide as she realized what the reporter intended.

"No way," the demon muttered. "They won't fit!"

The naked reporter grinned, her own pussy gleaming wetly as she slowly pressed her feet upwards into the warm folds of the demon's crimson cunt.

"Don't worry babe...I'll go slow. After all, we still have a ways to go before we reach the end of this particular story."

So Lois continued from where she had left off. Reading aloud in a husky voice, slowly pushing her toes deeper and deeper into her bound partner's scarlet slit, the crimson thighs trembling as words and sensations crashed upon her.

So, I worked as a steward for a crew of a few dozen, mostly women, but I used a wooden cock and often was asked to act as if I was a man.

"In different circumstances," Lois paused to observe. "That could be the context for an entire story."

"W-what's next?" Blaze said.

"Mermaids," Lois answered.

"N-no, I-I mean...the...story prompts. It's not j-just th-that it's so damn linear, it's f-fucking...l-lazy writing. To just...say...'What's...Next..."

The reporter's big toes had already disappeared into the hot, squishy tunnel. Lois knew from experience that Blaze could take a lot more than that, but she wasn't looking to hurt the demon. At least not much. Still, after the long story session earlier, and with her current powerlessness until she used her safeword, it was apparent the demon was struggling.

"A bit. I suppose we're used to a different approach. Using the prompts to shape the decisions for the next chapter. Of course, we're used to branching. Lots of options. If you're invested in a single narrative...not so much."

A hot trickle of juice ran over the back of Lois Lane's right foot as she pressed upwards, forcing the demon's labia to bunch. Blaze was unable to suppress a moan in time. Lois picked up where she had left off, through the bit with the mermaids, and the steward dipping his wick at every opportunity, which came at least once per chapter...at least until they finally reach the old ruins, when the sex ground to a halt.

Not like a few very bad captains, hells one of the admirals was known to keep three big, strapping men at her beck and call. If anyone else touched them they were flogged, their seed was only for her. There were whispers she kept their cocks caged during the day, with the keys on her necklace, but that was probably an exaggeration.

Lois paused her reading again and bookmarked the chapter. "Well, I've got ideas for the next time we do a little cosplay."

"Ggggh," Blaze managed, a trickle of drool escaping her lips. The reporter's feet were half-buried in her cunt now, the dark red lips splayed wide. It wasn't so much the depth as the stretch, her pink insides taut around the spit-slick feet, and Lois Lane wiggled her toes just to see the bound demon thrash and flex her abs and thigh muscles. Lois knew her toes were starting to prune, and she didn't care a jot.

So it went. Blaze had thought Lois cruel before...but now as the reporter read out the story, chapter after chapter of the Steward in the empty city and Lois testing the demon's limits, threatening to break her with every wiggle of her feet. Just when the demon had relaxed or acclimated, Lois would reach the end of a chapter and try to slide her feet a bit deeper...and demons being inherently stretchier even than humans, Blaze was continually surprised at how much more she could take, even without her powers.

Until at last, Lois pulled one foot out of the demon entirely. For a moment, at least, the bound succubus felt a sensation of relief...and then she understood the reporter's purpose.

Lois pressed her right foot upwards, the heel against the bottom of the demon's pussy. Determined to squeeze the whole thing inside, and wear Blaze's cunny like a sock.

Not that the reporter was in any hurry. She was, if anything, a bit annoyed as she read the next chapter.

“No, sorry. I’m not feeling quite ready yet, a bit sore. And I have a headache,” he said as he pushed some bits of stew around in his bowl. He looked at his food, but his appetite was gone.

"I don't demand sex on every page," Lois muttered. "And it was hardly realistic when he was basically cock-on-tap for the entire crew, but it's weird to go from so much sex to a long dry spell."

Blaze stared down dazedly. A rivulet of her pussy juice was inching down the reporter's shin. It had almost reached her knee when it suddenly slid off.

"I...notice...the whole...pregnancy subplot...has vanished," the demon managed, controlling her voice with difficulty. The reporter's ankle was dangerously near the demon's clit. Belatedly, Blaze wondered if this is what it was like for Lois, when the reporter had to take something large and irregular up her pussy. The apprehension, the tension, the way her whole body was alert and chest heaving, nipples hard...

"Yeah, I don't think getting the whole crew knocked up was anything more than a passing kink," Lois acknowledged. "The plot itself isn't bad. It's not a shaggy dog story by any means. There's a sense of progress, and the encounter with the witch wasn't terrible. I think I find it hard to focus on it as a serious fantasy story with all the sex, or as a serious sex fantasy with all the lack-of-sex. It's not bad, but it doesn't quite find the right balance."

“Oh, fuck me with a whale’s cock,” Ipellie moaned.

Blaze, dry-lipped and glaze-eyed, nodded as Lois recited the line from the story.

"There are moments of cleverness. I'm glad it's not going for some pseudo-archaic kind of Ye Olde English speech. It definitely violates the fiction rule of thumb." Lois said this with a smile. She could finally feel the demon's pussy creep up over her back heel. Any deeper and she'd probably tickle Blaze's cervix, which wasn't something Lois wanted to do. She knew how painful that was from experience.

"We're almost at the end," Lois said. "So hold on, babe. Almost over."

Slowly, methodically, Lois began to move her foot inside of the demon. Wet squelching noises gave a rhythm to her reading as she kept on through the last few chapters...and Blaze shuddered and shook, tensed and strained as the dainty white foot fucked her, threatening more than once to pull her pussy inside out before pressing deep inside once again...and at last, Lois got to the last line of the last chapter...or at least, the last for now.

The demon, on her knees, now hung by her wrists. Lois saw the flesh was pink around the zip ties. With a schlorp, she pulled her soaking and pruned foot ut of the demon's cunny and stood up to release her partner.

After all, it was Lois' turn next.

"So, what did you think of the story, all in all?" Lois said.

When the ties were cut, Blaze slumped forward, her face hot and damp as it pressed against the reporter's stomach, and the demon wrapped her arms around the reporter in a fierce hug.

"Can't throw...too many stones. I think it was much more of an effort at a coherent, well-told tale than most stories on this site. Maybe...maybe it started out as a fap-story and got away from them. Wouldn't mind doing a part three...at some point. Just to see where Wilparu takes it."

Lois smiled and rustled the demon's black hair.

"Well, we've definitely read worse," the reporter said, with begrudging praise. "Sex could still be hotter, though."

The reporter grabbed the demon's horns and guided the face down to the human woman's dripping cunny. It occurred to Lois that there was far too little cunt-licking in the story. Definitely a skill the Steward would need to practice on, if he did make a return...and right before Blaze's tongue touched her, Lois heard the scarlet succubus mumble:

"Aye aye, Cap'n!"