End: Lois Deals

The topless reporter reached over and grabbed the cards. She shuffled slowly. It was strange to her that she was here, like this...playing cards with a demon, her breasts bare...and Lois Lane had already sucked Blaze off a little. The reporter could see the tip of that crimson cock, just above the level of the table.

"So," Lois said. "Stakes?"

"My body and soul versus yours," the demon said smoothly. "Winner take all."

The reporter paused. "I thought you'd just want another crack at my pussy."

"Oh, Lois. If I win, I will own your pussy. I will own you. And if you win, I will be your ****."

Lois frowned. "I don't want a ****."

The demon shrugged her slim red shoulders. "What you do with me, if you win, is your own concern. Set me free, put me in prison, destroy me utterly...whatever you like."

The reporter swallowed. She put the deck in the center of the table for Blaze to cut.

"I don't want to play for those stakes," Lois said.

"Ah, sweetmeat...too late, now," Blaze said as she cut the cards. "The game has already begun."

Lois wanted to refute her...but so far, the scarlet succubus had kept her word. And, after all, Lois was dealing...and perhaps, if she had even thought about cheating, she might have moved an ace to the bottom of the deck, or marked the cards in some fashion. But Lois Lane was a good person...and she sighed a little as she dealt the cards, with her body and soul at stake.

Lois: (K♠) 8♦

Blaze: (?) 8♥

The reporter's nostrils flared. It was a good hand...but she didn't know what Blaze had. Lois Lane could feel her palms itch. She wasn't sure if she was more concerned about winning or losing. If Blaze had a ten or a face card under there, then they were tied...but if she had an ace...Lois lost.

What are the odds of that? Lois wondered. There are only four aces in the deck, after all.

Blaze drummed her fingers on the felt.

"What happens," Lois asked. "If we tie?"

Blaze raised her eyes and met the reporter's stare. The demon's lips were perfectly straight. No smile, not even a smirk. No distraction from Lois Lane's bare breasts.

"Then neither of us wins," the demon said. "And while you are under no compunction to do so, I would ask you to play another hand. If we tied."

"If," Lois agreed.

They held their gaze right now.

"Of course...if you would rather quit the game right now...I suppose I would do so. In exchange for making love to you."

Lois Lane set her jaw. Her spine stiffened. She knew that the demon wanted her pussy...had known, almost from the start. There it was. To put her body and soul on the line...or take the coward's way out and get fucked. The risk-averse part of her wanted to take the demon's dick now was the way to go; the cards were too close...Blaze could have an ace or a deuce face-down, and Lois didn't know. But what were the odds?

"I think not," Lois said finally. "Hit or stay?"

"Stay," Blaze said.

"Dealer stays," Lois said, and they flipped their cards over.

Lois: K♠ 8♦

Blaze: A♥ 8♥

"I win," the scarlet succubus said...and she sighed and seemed to deflate. The demonic dickgirl slouched back in her chair, and waved her hand...and the table and cards disappeared in a shower of black sparks. So did what was left of Lois Lane's clothes. The reporter was suddenly aware of an unnatural heat in her groin, a wetness between her legs as though she'd peed herself...but that wasn't it.

The demon stroked her long, stiff crimson cock, from the swollen and hairless balls to the purple tip. A sticky stream of pre-cum ran down the sensitive underside with its prominent ridge.

"Your first task, ****," Blaze said, exhaustion evident in her voice. "Is to come and sit on my cock."

Lois stood up. She wasn't aware of consciously choosing to do so. She simply did. Crossed the space between them in a stride. The demon was taller than Lois, and even though she sat and Lois stood, the tip of the crimson cock came up to just under the reporter's navel. The demon's **** had to place her right foot on Blaze's thigh, grab the back of the chair, and lever herself up to stand over the scarlet succubus, before dropping down into a squat that brought the cock into her cunny...

...and herself face-to-face to Blaze.

"You play a mean game, Lois," the Satanic shemale said. "Much better than I anticipated. It was worth losing those four souls, just to win yours. Now...kiss me."

Lois tilted her head and brought her lips down to her mistress' mouth. Warm hands grabbed the reporter's ass used the grip to control her ****'s descent as the dick slid deep into Lois Lane...deeper than any lover had ever gone...until Lois cried out in discomfort...

Yet it was too late to pull away, and Lois Lane found she could not stop herself as her hips rose and lowered on their own. Body and soul, she belonged to Blaze...and it was Lois Lane's bitter knowledge that she had dealt her own doom. She thought back on the events of her night out, on the choices that had brought her here, her slit speared and **** to the demon Blaze...and wondered what might have happened if she had chosen differently.