End: I Bet My Soul

The demon's spine stiffened, setting her tits to jiggling. The reporter stared the scarlet succubus in the eyes, her demeanor utterly cool, calm, and collected.

"You realize," Blaze said after a long moment. "That what you're offering is permanent? No backsies, no deathbed conversion. I will consume your soul and add it to my power for all time."

"I understand," the reporter said, feeling the demon's cooling semen seep out of her fresh-spunked slit. "Are we going to play?"

Blaze gathered the cards and shuffled.

"What do you want," the demon said. "If you win?"

"Whatever I want. Three wishes."

The pure white eyes seemed to bore into the reporter's own.

"Ambiguous." Blaze set the deck in the center of the table, to let Lois cut it.

"I thought you played to win?" Lois shot back, as she took the top half of the deck and set it aside.

"I like to know the stakes." The demon's eyes blinked once, slowly. "I cannot promise anything beyond my personal powers to deliver. But I will fulfill one demand, whatever it may be."

"Two. What I want, you will deliver." Lois said. "And no wishing for more wishes."

Blaze set the deck together again.

"Very well. Let us play."

She dealt the cards.

Lois: 6♠ (7♣)

Blaze: 7♦ (?)

"Hit me," the reporter said.

Lois: 4♦ 6♠ (7♣)

Blaze: 7♦ (?)

Ice water filled the reporter's guts. Her nipples were hard, her palms and thighs itched. There was something sexual in the excitement of playing for these stakes. All or nothing. Lois Lane could feel the excitement singing through her veins.

"Stay," she said.

The demonic dealer stared briefly at the board. Lois knew that if she had a ten or face card, it was a tie. If Blaze had an ace, she could win without drawing a card. The reporter wouldn't hit on a seventeen, not unless there was no other choice. Except Blaze wouldn't know that. She would only see that Lois had ten on the board...and she would be running through the same math, testing the probabilities. The reporter knew she wanted her soul.

"Dealer hits," Blaze said, and dealt herself a card...a six of clubs. As soon as the demon saw it, she sighed, and turned over her other card.

Lois: 4♦ 6♠ 7♣

Blaze: 6♣ 7♦ 9♣

"Bust," the scarlet succubus said. "Well played. Very well, Lois. What do you want?"

"Release the women. They go free."

The demon gave an elegant shrug. She was still staring at the cards, as if she could change them.

"It is done. And the second?"

"Transfer the pregnancy from myself to yourself, carry it to term naturally, and give birth."

Blaze raised her head. The darkness around the eyes seemed darker, the face more skull-like with its shadowed sockets.

"You realize," the demon said. "That the children will still be...ours? Yours and mine?"

"Then you'll have to take very good care of them," Lois said, utterly unmoved by the apparent appeal to her maternal instincts. She stood up and thrust her naked stomach at the demon. "Now do it."

Slowly, reluctantly, Blaze rose to her feet.

The scarlet succubus raised her red hands. The air above the table grew tense. Around the table, it began to stir. Lois could feel it begin to move, faster and faster, as though the table were the eye of a storm.

Black sparks emerged from Blaze's navel...or just below it. Then it was a stream of black sparks, merging together into a finger of black lightning that stretched forward across the table. Lois could barely breathe as she felt static electricity build up on her body, every hair standing straight away from her, the raven-dark locks around her heat standing on end like an unholy halo. With a moment of terror, Lois realized that she couldn't move, muscles locked in lace, the black jizz dripping down her legs...

The black lightning touched just below the reporter's own belly buton. Muscles inside her abdomen spasmed. It reminded Lois of when she took a morning-after pill, or a particularly bad period. Painful abdominal cramps...and then she seemed to see two golden dots move out from her skin, along the bridge of dark electricity. Lois Lane's lungs burned as she watched them slowly drift against that terrible current, until they disappeared beneath the scarlet skin of her demon lover.

The electrical arc retracted. The wind died. Suddenly, Lois could breathe and move again, and she leaned against the table, rubbing her stomach as the cramps swiftly subsided.

"This won't be the end of it," Blaze said, one hand on her own stomach. "We are bound in this, you and I."

"Maybe," the reporter said as she looked around the room to see where the wind had blown her clothes. "But I'm not playing any more games tonight. I've got everything I want out of you."

There was a crash of thunder. Lois closed her eyes and winced against it...and when she opened them again, saw that she was alone. Blaze was gone.

"Okay. Job's done, souls saved, not pregnant..." the reporter said as she found her clothes and began to dress. "I think I've used up whatever luck I had tonight. Time to go home and have a glass of wine..."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended, streaming a movie on her laptop while polishing off a bottle of wine. Later that night, in bed, she would feel the soreness in her pussy...and wonder about what might have been, if she had lost, if she had asked for something else. Her dreams would be filled with a crimson cock and black jizz...not just for tonight, but for many nights to come.