Lois Lane & Blaze read Marcie & Gina Read CHYOA

"Who the fuck," Blaze said aloud, "do these cunts think they are?"

It was the breakroom, in between the pages, in between scenes. A place where Lois Lane, wrapped in a black silk robe embroidered with dragons, could have a cup of tea, stretch, memorize her lines, and prepare herself physically and mentally for whatever crude sexual scenario the perverted author had in mind for her next.

The demon Blaze was more comfortable wandering around in the nude, blood-red skin looking almost wet beneath the fluorescent lights, and liked to spend her time reading bad porn on the internet. As if it wasn't bad enough that they had to star in the dreadful things...

Lois sipped her tea and looked over the demon's shoulder.

"Who are Marcie & Gina?"

"A pair of illiterate cocksockets," the scarlet succubus growled. "Who can't capitalize consistently."

They read together silently for a minute or two.

"Care Bears," Lois repeated, frowned. "I remember that chapter. Not one of our prouder moments. I think Zeebop was running out of ideas. At least no actual Care Bears were harmed in the writing of that episode."

"I want to fuck them in the urethra," Blaze said. "Vacuous jizzbuckets."

"They liked your character," Lois pointed out. "Got the Hellraiser reference, too."

"But they read one of the shorter branches! They didn't see any of the really fucked up transformations, or the heartfelt storylines, or the pregnancies..."

"So many pregnancies," Lois said, shaking her head. "My hips hurt just thinking about how many times someone gets knocked up in this story. Usually me."

"Exactly! They managed to choose a path that didn't even wend through the really hot chapters!" The demon harrumphed. "And they called our story sexist!"

"Choose Your Own Adventure, babe," Lois said. She let one hand slide down the demon's scarlet breast, and wrapped her palm around a soft, warm tit. Thumb and forefinger pinched and tugged at a pink nipple the exact color and shape of an unripe strawberry. "On the plus side, they never got a chance to complain about how much the writer reuses descriptions, either."

"That's just being consistent," the demon said angrily. Lois put her teacup down next to the laptop, so that her other hand could reach down and grab the demon's other breast.

"Or how the sex scenes tend to go from ultra-detailed to spare," the reporter began to move her fingers around the nipples in small circles, her head tilting to kiss the irate demon's tense neck.

"You try writing a couple hundred anal sex scenes! It's hard to make the magic happen every time!" the demon blurted, angrily...but she relaxed into the reporter's grip, arching her back so that Lois could fondle her breasts more easily.

"Really, I don't think they've given it a proper attempt at all, the foulmouthed little jezebels." Lois bit gently on Blaze's shoulder, sending the shiver down the scarlet succubus' spine. "Maybe we should bring Gina in here and show her the lesbian pleasures she's been missing on the other branches..."

Blaze's toes curled and her head leaned back on the reporter's shoulder...Lois Lane dropped one hand and slid it down the demon's flat stomach, feeling the muscled abs there, down to the hairless pink slit that rested between the crimson thighs.

"I'm glad you're not a dickgirl this time," Lois whispered. "Not that I don't enjoy it, but I think our Gina is just hungry for that girl-on-girl action. It would be an utter shame to disappoint her."

"Yesss..." Blaze hissed. Her hands reached back to paw at the reporter's robes, pulling it open. "It would be terrible of us if I was just about to stick my tongue into that hot twat, while Superman looked on like the cuck simp bitch he is, only for us to say..."

"Five likes for a sequel," Lois moaned. "Which, at the current rate will be weeks...months...fuck, some blueballed bastards have waited years to see you fuck my pussy with your tongue at this point! I don't think the story is ever going to end!"

Demon and human turned to look out at the screen. Cats have cornered mice with such smiles.

"Too bad, Gina. I'm sure Zeebop will get around to writing the chapter so you can get off...at some point."