End: Lois Calls Blaze A Cheater

Calmly, Lois Lane stood up. She drew a deep breath. Her heart fluttered. Despite the literal games that they were playing, she knew that Blaze had the power to destroy her, utterly. Yet rules were rules.

"You're cheating," the reporter said.

"What?" The demon shot to her feet. "How dare you—"

Lois held up the Z tile.

"There's only one Z tile in the game, Blaze," Lois said. "So how did I pull another one out of the bag? Unless you put it there!"

"I did not!" Blaze said hotly.

"Then how did you play a letter Z?" Lois demanded.

"I...I burned it onto a blank one," Blaze said, suddenly taken aback. "There is no rule against that, is there?"

Lois Lane grimaced. "That is totally cheating. That means you lose. Which means you're my ****. Forever."

The color drained from Blaze's face, the blood-red cheeks lightening for a moment to a rosy pink. Black sparks leaped between her horns.

"That's...impossible, I'll leave, I'll..." Blaze said.

"You're not going anywhere," Lois Lane said with finality. "In fact, you're not allowed to leave this apartment without my permission. And the next words out of your mouth had better be 'Yes, mistress.'"

The scarlet succubus' mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Yet when at last the demon found her voice, it was a soft and recalcitrant. "Yes, mistress."

Lois Lane took a deep breath and felt the tension drain out of her. She had done it. Literally beaten the demon at her own game. All over a damn triple word score. The naked reporter rubbed her temples. What she wouldn't give right now for half an hour of oral sex...an orgasm always cleared her head and helped her think better.

No sooner than she had thought it, Lois felt a hot breath between her legs. Then a soft wet tongue lapped over her slit. Taken aback, she stared down to see the naked succubus on her hands and knees, her tongue out as she nuzzled and licked at the reporter's clit.

"Right. Sex ****," Lois thought. "Have to get used to that. Let's move this to the bed."

In general, Lois Lane did not approve of slavery. The idea of forcing someone to serve her was repellent. Utterly. Yet on her back, legs spread, as Blaze kissed her cunt, Lois could definitely see this situation as one with...benefits. Long minutes past as Lois felt herself gradually relax, the demon's attentions to the reporter's labia and clitoris unwavering. The long red tongue traced every fold, explored every inch of the outside of her pussy, rimmed the tight entrance to her cunt, teased and softly sucked the erect nub of her clitoris. Endlessly patient, careful, soft...the antithesis to all the male lovers the reporter ever had try their hand at cunnilingus.

No. Be strong, Lane, Lois told herself. She's a dangerous prisoner. You're keeping her from hurting other people. Maybe even reforming her.

"I love the taste of your pussy," Blaze said, a soft rumble in her voice. "May I stick it in mistress? Please?"

Lois was shaken out of her reverise by the plea. Down between Blaze's legs, she could see the ruby rod was hard once again. The reporter mulled over her options.

"Manifest a cock ring around the base of your prick and balls," Lois said. No sooner were the words out her mouth, than the demon's horns sparked...and a pair of black bands clinched tight around the red flesh, with little green glowing runes. Blaze hissed.

"You can fuck me," Lois said. "But you aren't allowed to cum until I say so. You have to earn it, you understand? Orgasms are for good behavior. And if you are an obedient little fuckslave, one day I'll set you free."

Blaze bit her lip...but she crawled over the reporter, to point her straining shaft at the wet slit. Lois felt a tingle of excitement. Perhaps power did corrupt...she certain;y would never have imagined at the beginning of her night out that she would be commanding a slutty succubus to spear her cunt with a fat fucking cock!

"As you wish, mistress," Blaze said as she slowly fed her dick inside of the reporter. "As you wish."

In the halls of Hell, Blaze's kingdom was already fallen. The legions of souls she had amassed set free, and with it most of her accumulated power. Wars were set in motion over the vacant throne...but of the lost queen herself, none sought her. She had ruled through fear and power, not love, and if they saw her in the wee hours of the morning, pumping away at Lois Lane's pussy, bound by a magic even she could not break, they would have laughed to see her pitiable state.

Yet Blaze was not laughing. As she plowed the reporter's fertile field, her balls swollen a vivid purple, her seed held back from release by magical barriers that would only fall at Lois Lane's command...the **** began to plot her road to freedom. She could not oppose Lois directly, could not disobey her commands. Yet Blaze could slowly seduce Lois Lane into such depravities as would give Blaze a chance of escape...or play the reformed demon, until such a time as the fool freed her. Then there would be a reckoning!

Scrabble will not save you next time, Lois Lane! Blaze thought to herself, as her mistress moaned in her arms, building toward the first of many climaxes on her ****'s crimson cock.