Lois and Blaze Read Monica and Jess read Lois Lane's Night Out

The labia darkened on the outer lips, but the inner folds were a bright, almost unnatural pink visible through the translucent girth of the glass dildo. Lois Lane sighed as she slid her own cunny down the length, until her pale pink netherlips just touched her coworker's cunt. The demon Blaze's left leg folded behind the reporter's back, to draw her in closer...and slowly and carefully, the two of them worked their hips together so that they could both see the screen.

"You know, there has to be a better way for us to read these reviews together," Lois noted.

The demon ignored her. One red finger scrolled upward a notch or two. The demon's free hand cupped the reporter's ass in a gesture that might have been mistaken for tenderness...until it curved inward a little, so one finger could tease the squishy divot of the human woman's asshole.

"The keyword," Blaze said. "Is 'degenerate.'"

"Guilty as charged, I'm sure," Lois leaned over to scan Monica and Jess' lines. "Is their story listed in Masochist Mode yet?"

"I don't think so," the demon said. "A pity, then. Some of our best degeneracy is saved for these reviews."

"And our worst," Lois shook her head. The reporter reached behind the scarlet succubus' back to scratch at her big toe. "As much as I hate to admit it, they have a point. While Lois Lane's Night Out is a sprawling epic of multiple sexual fetishes, the throughline on the plot suffers a bit."

"Is that surprising? Zeebop has never made any bones about the fact that he makes this stuff up as he goes along, and often takes what few suggestions his readers have to offer," Blaze said. "If this story was actually planned, I would imagine things would make more sense...and, perhaps, be less fun."

Lois snorted. Her eyes returned to the review.

"Ruined by dickgirls," the reporter read aloud. "Do we want to talk about that?"

The demon gave an elaborate shrug...which ended with a hip-shimmy that slid the glass dildo deep inside of Lois Lane's twat and out again. The reporter could not repress a shiver, and Blaze gave her infamous Mona Lisa smile.

"An important aspect of the story is, I think, the reader interaction. Likes drive which chapters get sequels. Chapters with dickgirls tend to get more likes, chapters with pregnancy tend to get more likes. Chapters with more traditional pairings, like yourself and Superman, don't. Lesbian stuff just isn't voted as highly. Frankly, my dear, the audience seems to enjoy seeing you end up with the bad girl...impregnated by the villain...and, more often than not, your pale, skinny ass falls in love with me."

Lois reached over and pinched one of the demon's stiff, puffy little pink nipples.

"Well, if the readers like it, it's still Zeebop that writes it. He never had to go for dickgirls in the beginning, and now it feels like four-fifths of the chapters are about dickgirls and over two-thirds of the endings have me knocked up."

Blaze let her finger press a little harder against the reporter's asshole...and didn't let up the pressure when Lois instinctively squeezed her sphincter tighter.

"Let us say, if it is a fair criticism, it should consider the context in which the decisions are made," the scarlet succubus said....and then her voice turned serious. "Do you think if we wrote more on the lesbian branches, they would actually read them?"

Lois bit her lip as Blaze's finger slid into her ass. Just the first joint. Just enough to tease and pull at the ring of muscle, which made the reporter's cunny clamp tighter, and make her juices flow down the length of the glass dildo to mingle with Blaze's own.

"I...I think we won't know...unless we keep going," Lois brought both hands to bear on Blaze's nipples. "I think we should keep going, don't you?"

"Oh yes," Blaze said as she leaned forward, her lips open and headed toward the reporter's own. "After all, there are so many more chapters left in this story..."

Lois seemed to hesitate. Her lips hovered just a hair's breadth from the demon's. The hot breath flowed over her mouth like the open door of an oven.

"But what about Superman?" Lois asked.

"Who gives a fuck about Superman?" Blaze growled. "You can read a thousand fanfics where Lois Lane fucks Superman. Maybe people want to read a fanfic where Lois Lane gets wildly fucked in a bar while shitfaced drunk and someone hands her a beer with cum slathered over the rim of the glass like it's a fucking bukkake special!"

Right before their lips met, Lois Lane's lips twitched into a grin.

"Degenerate."