Check

It was the smart move. Not the sexy or daring move, but the smart one. Lois Lane coolly surveyed her opponent. Blaze returned the stare. It was a question of who believed they had the better hand.

"Bet," the demon said.

Lois Lane did her best to hide her disappointment. Blaze was either bluffing, or had drawn something. The reporter stared at the soul chips in the pot...but she was playing with her brain, not her heart.

"Fold."

Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Want to show our cards anyway?"

The reporter allowed herself a tight smile. "Might as well. I've already lost this hand."

Lois: 9♦ 8♦ 8♥ 3♠ 10♣

Blaze: A♥ J♠ Q♦ 9♠ A♠

A bit of relief swept through Lois. She had played it right. Even as the demon gathered the chips and the cards to her, Lois knew that if she had been foolish enough to bet, she would have lost more.

Although at this point, I'm not sure what's left to give, the reporter thought. All of the changes she's made to me have been strictly internal, increasing my fertility. Now I'm basically guaranteed to conceive, and to never have less than twins. I wonder what else her evil imagination has in store for me.

The demon shuffled the cards. She'd left one soul chip in the table as an ante. Lois found another chip under her left hand. There was a cartoon image of a broken condom, golden letters forming the words: No More Birth Control.

"Think of it as a very finely tuned probability field," the scarlet succubus said. "Condoms have a tendency to weaken and break; your monthly prescriptions for birth control pills are lost; the appointment to get an IUD keeps getting lost in the system; you forget your diaphragms at home; spermicidal jelly replaced with toothpaste; Plan B is past its expiration date, that kind of thing. Chastity is still an option, as are...non-reproductive forms of sex. Oral, anal, frottage..."

"I'm noticing a pattern," Lois said, and pushed the chip into the center. Blaze dealt, and the reporter looked at her cards.

Lois: 4♦ J♥ 10♠ J♦ 2♣

A pair. Lois felt her pulse quicken a hair. She felt for a chip and found it. Looked at it just a moment. There was a cartoon image of a cock in a cunt. The gold letters spelled it out succinctly: All Internal.

Lois tossed it in the pile, not sure she wanted the explanation.

Blaze gave it anyway as she put a second soul chip in the pot.

"No pulling out. It's not that just happens, this modifies your mind and soul. You won't want your lover to pull out. That does, of course, increase the danger per sexual encounter...but again, it doesn't have to be strictly vaginal sex."

"Three cards," Lois said, discarding everything except the pair of jacks. Blaze took three cards as well.

Lois: J♥ J♦ K♣ K♦ 5♥

Finally, a good hand. The reporter reached for a chip...and then hesitated. So far, they had been doing piss-ante one-chip bets for the most part. Now she finally had a good hand, it would be a good time to bet big. Try to capture all, or even most, of the souls at once. But for that to work, she'd have to bet something more than just some small alteration to her body and mind.

Lois Lane stared at the scarlet succubus, sitting naked in her chair opposite the reporter, the tip of that virile cock just hovering about the table. The reporter knew what Blaze wanted: a crack at her pussy, which with the changes Lois had already suffered would lead to her getting very pregnant. It was only a question of whether she dared offer it, or to keep to the slow and steady game they had been playing.