Lois & Blaze Read Marcie & Gina Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"—A Good Night To Cum Hard

Night brought sleep. In her room, Gina Walker slowly succumbed. Her small breasts rose and fell steadily as she breathed slowly, regularly. She blinked, stared at the shadows on the ceiling. Blinked again. The eyes did not open again. The Walker house was silent...and Gina Walker descended the seven hundred steps to the Gates of Deeper Slumber, which tonight appeared to be a vast black door, blacker than night or interstellar space, set in gates of ivory. As she approached, the air warm on her naked skin, the Gates opened. A hot breeze blew back her dark hair...and beyond, she saw, was a tall full-length mirror set in a twisted frame.

It was roughly rectangular, about six feet tall and three feet wide, and the frame looked to be bronze—with a motif like a braided rope. No, not a rope—serpents, intertwined. She could see their heads join together in an arch at the top of the frame. Something about that struck a chord of memory in Gina's mind.

The young woman stepped forward to observe herself. Nineteen, if not already twenty. Her skinny frame had filled out somewhat, the ribs no longer visible, the small breasts a little fuller, the cheeks less hollowed. The bare labia remained bald, the plucked hair not yet grown in, if it ever would. She turned to see the tattoo that Marcie had given her, on one buttock that was less flat than it had been. Turned back to gaze at herself...

...and stopped in shock as she saw someone else, where her reflection should have been. A familiar form, shorter, rounder, the soft belly and heavier breasts in contrast to her own lean form, the hair and eyes lighter, the mouth a little wider and more generous, the nose a bit shorter which made her face look more round...and between her legs, a fine down that almost but didn't quite hide the thicker lips of her labia, the tiny pink clit which was a little more protuberant than Gina's own.

"Marcie," Gina named her, and the walls of the room swallowed the echoes of her voice as the dark doors of the Gate slowly and silently closed behind her.

Gina approached the mirror...and so did Marcie, from the other side. The thin, dark-featured young woman raised her hand, and Marcie did likewise. The naked dreamer paused a moment before she touched the glass...and there was something wrong about that. A smile crossed Marcie's face, and Gina felt her own lips and cheeks pulled apart. Marcie lowered her hand, and like a puppet on a string, Gina's arm lowered. Alarmed, the dark-haired young woman strove to step back...but it was as if she was rooted to the spot. Her eyes locked on Marcie's.

The shorter woman moved her hand across her thigh. Pressed her fingers into that gap. Gina gasped as her fingers curled, the tips pressed together, shoved upward...

In her bed, eyes shut, Marcie Storm grinned. One hand squeezed her breast, the other cupped her pussy. She was just getting warmed up. The excitement built in her body as she kicked the covers off her naked body. Her pussy was so wet, she was sure that tonight was the night that she would get her whole fist inside of her...and the best part was seeing the lock on Gina's face as her own hand slowly squirmed and spread those pretty pink lips, stretched that tight cunny apart as the knuckled rubbed the bald lips.

After all, Marcie thought to herself in dream. _It's not like you're saving that pretty pussy to be hard for some boy, now are you?

"You know," Lois Lane said, as she watched the scrying portals that Blaze had conjured to watch the action. "The problem with Lois Lane's Night Out is that there really is no plan to it; there's absolutely no way to deliberately steer yourself to whatever kink you want without cheating in some fashion...or trusting in luck. And with almost six hundred endings and over five thousand chapters..."

"It'll likely be a cold day in Hell before these two find Lois Lane, rug-muncher," the scarlet succubus finished for her. "Although they were, perhaps, a bit closer than they might have thought. The mirror-branches are some of the least-explored, in terms of possibilities."

The reporter sighed as Gina silently screamed. Four fingers were knuckle-deep inside of her bald twat...and Marcie was just getting started. After all, the young woman had another hole to play with...

"Perhaps one day, they'll dig a little deeper," the demon gave her strange, secret smile. "In truth, the whole matter of dickgirls is one that is somewhat inevitable at this point. They were introduced too early, and later branches very rarely contradict earlier ones...and that, more often by accident and speed of writing than purpose."

"Still, I'm glad we could do this for them," Lois reached down and twirled one finger around her own erect nipple. Marcie, eyes squeezed tight and lost in dream, had turned over onto her side so that one spit-slick finger could squirm between those ample cheeks. In the dreamlands, her dark reflection found itself following suit. Human and demon drank in the sight of their shared experience. For all dreams must eventually end...