End: Blaze Bets Her Soul

The demon's poker mask broke. Her lips curled into a smile. Human and demon stared at each other over each other's cards.

"You're that confident?" Blaze said.

"I just play the cards I'm dealt," Lois shot back.

"It won't change anything you know. Even if you win...I'll still fuck you."

"But you won't own me, will you?"

The challenge hung in the air. Those pure white eyes closed, just for a moment. The scarlet succubi's hand moved to her breast, right between those small red tits...and she pulled something out, slipping through the flesh, utterly bloodless. A black chip from which golden letters flashed forth, like the heart of a fire, spelling out one word: BLAZE.

"My soul," she said. Still smiling, she turned it over and over. "I never dreamed you'd make a game of it, Lois. I'm glad. It will make my victory over you...all the sweeter."

She tossed her black chip into the pot. Dropped her cards on the table.

Blaze: 5♦ 5♥ 7♦ J♥ 7♣

For just a moment, Lois Lane's heart ceased to beat. Then the reporter turned over her hand.

Lois: Q♦ J♠ A♠ J♦ A♥

Just a moment of shock...of realization...and then black sparks began to float up from the table and chairs. The demon slumped, staring grimly as the cards and chips evaporated.

Lois Lane stood up, rivulets of pussy juice streaming down her leg as her chair disappeared. Her hand plunged into the pile of chips, gripped the black coin...and then it was all gone, and it was only Lois and Blaze, standing barely an arm's length apart from her. The crimson cock seemed bigger than when Lois had last seen it. Purple veins crawled over it, the urethra opening and closing as if it was breathing, the testicles rising and lowering...

"I...I have your soul," Lois said. She swallowed. "I own you."

"Yes," Blaze took a step forward. Her cock pressed against the reporter's belly button, and Lois found herself looking up into those pure white eyes, aware sudden;y of how much taller the scarlet succubus was.

"Th-the women?"

"Free."

Blaze's hands touched the reporter's hips. Pressed her body forward so that the cock was digging into her stomach, Lois Lane's nipples pressed into her hard, muscular body, milk leaking down in little dribbles.

"You...you can undo the changes!" Lois found her voice, though she couldn't stop herself from shaking as the demon reached down, her hands gripping the reporter's ass.

"You won what you won," Blaze breathed as easily, she lifted the reporter up...until the tip of the demon's cock nestled at the entrance to Lois Lane's cunt. The human woman shook when she thought of how utterly fertile she was...the double vagina...even a drop of precum from the demon's penis might be enough to get her knocked up.

"And I...have won...what I won."

Lois couldn't even scream as Blaze guided her cunt down on her cock. It was like a hand sliding into a glove. The reporter gasped, her cunny clenching involuntarily as every single spot seemed to be stimulated at once. She hugged the demon, fist still clenched around that soul chip, eyes rolling back in her head as the cumulative changes took hold, mind barely hanging on.

Then the demon began to move.

Her arms flexed, lifting the reporter up until only the bulbous head of her scarlet schlong was still buried in that tight quim, and then pulled her back down. Slick and wet as she was, as she ever would be, Lois Lane had no resistance. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting, silver sparks floating in her vision, the burning heat inside of her cunny almost physically uncomfortable, and the only thing that seemed to scratch the itch was Blaze's demonic dick scraping at her sensitive walls, pounding deep until it hit that divide, the fork, the point in which one vagina became two...and Lois Lane was breathless, mumbling incoherent entreaties, wanting her to stop, demanding that she go on, tears streaming from her eyes as her legs closed tight and her heels drummed against the demon's ass...

...and then she came. It felt like she came from her twin wombs, though she knew that was impossible. She a slow electric shockwave moving through her body, clitoris pressed against the demon's crotch tightly, body convulsing uncontrollably, her head buried in the scarlet succubus's shoulder as she screamed and her body shook and shook and shook, until her lungs were empty and still tried to howl, until her chest hurt and her vision went black around the edges.

When she could breathe again.

When she could speak again.

When she felt the hard edges of the chip had dug bloodily into her palm.

Lois Lane raised her eyes to meet Blaze's...and gave her first command.

"Cum in me."

Blaze smiled.

She shouldn't have felt it. Lois had never felt any of her lovers cum inside of her. Even when she was on birth control and they did her bareback. Blaze...she stared into the reporter's eyes...and the cock throbbed. It was like turning a faucet. Lois Lane's spine stiffened. Her toes curled. She could actually feel the hot demonic spunk blast up her twin channels. Both cervices spasmed and, she swore, opened to welcome the hot gush of goo. Lois could feel the overflow...but the cock fit her cunt too perfectly. It couldn't escape. A hot pool of virile jizz, her cervices spasming, unable to suck it all into her womb where, Lois knew, fertilization must already be taking place.

Lois Lane laid her head against that scarlet shoulder. Blaze rocked her back and forth.

Post-climax clarity returned to Lois as she slowly came down.

"I can order you to do anything, right?"

"Whatever is within my power," Blaze said.

"So...the changes...you could undo them."

"If you wish it. Of course, you're already pregnant. Do you really want to snuff out those lives?"

The reporter bit her lip. She didn't have an answer for that. The night was over, and now she was left with a cunt full of cum, a demon **** at her beck and call, and deep inside her breeder's body, it was preparing for the inevitable pregnancies to come.