End: Blaze Wins...And Takes Her Prize

The reporter had high hopes, as she flipped her cards over. A straight was good, and with only two cards Blaze couldn't hope to get a full house, flush, or four of a kind. The only thing that could beat her...

Lois: 5♦ 6♥

7♥ 9♣ Q♦ K♠ 8♠

Blaze: 10♥ J♦

...was a higher straight.

"Oh..." Lois managed, as she tried to come to terms with the magnitude of her loss.

Blaze stood up. Lois Lane's eyes fell to the demon's pussy, which hovered just below the level of the table as she sauntered around it. A self-satisfied smile graced the demon's features.

A crimson hand slid onto the naked dickgirl's throat...and Lois felt something slid into place, that hadn't been there before. A smooth leather choker...but one without any buckle or other way to remove it.

"Don't worry, sweetmeat. I'm gentle with my toys...and we're going to have oh so much fun together. You're going to be the weapon with which I destroy the man of steel utterly."

Blaze's smile widened as she booped Lois in the nose with one red finger.

"Of course, there is one little issue we have to deal with...oh, I don't mind that you took my cock. In fact, you can keep it! So much more fun that way. But pregnancy...definitely something your body is better suited for than my own. Spread your legs."

The reporter's thighs parted. She didn't even think about it. Her body obeyed the demon's commands without Lois's conscious mind even having a chance to process the words.

Blaze bent her knees. Crimson fingers slid down, over her clit, pushing into her cunny...and then pushing outwards, showing her pink, glistening insides. The reporter watched as if hypnotized, the room silent except for their breathing...and then Blaze gave a little grunt...and something like a soap bubble squeezed itself out of her tunnel. No bigger in diameter than a quarter...and Blaze gave a little sigh as it floated across the gap between them.

Lois could barely feel it, as it pressed against her own slit, resting beneath her stolen testes. The smooth, transparent shell deformed as it squeezed its way inside...and Lois barely felt it as it slipped through. Like a whisper traveling through her pussy, deeper and deeper still...until Lois couldn't feel it anymore.

"Ah," Blaze said, after a minute or so. She rubbed her pussy with her hand. "That's better out than in...though it does leave a bit of an itch."

"Am I...pregnant?" The dickgirl reporter said.

"Oh yes," Blaze said as she moved to straddle the reporter. "Help me guide it in, pet."

Numbly, the reporter grabbed the base of her rigid prick, aiming the swollen tip at the demon's pussy. With a sigh of satisfaction, Blaze sank down onto it, scooching back and forth until she was fully impaled, sitting on the reporter's lap, her elbows resting on Lois's shoulders. The demon looked down at her ****.

"Your night out is at an end, Lois. This is where all your decisions tonight have led you. Now and forevermore, you are mine...and perhaps, in time, you will come to love it. But for now...my pregnant pet...you will love me."

Lois raised her head, and opened her mouth. Blaze pressed her lips against the reporter's, her tongue sliding past the reporter's teeth. The dickgirl found her hands on the demon's ass, crushing the crimson cunt against her crotch, cock pushing in deep...and Lois Lane realized that this might be her life for a long, long time to cum.