End: Lois Hits

It was a gamble—the biggest, most dangerous of Lois Lane's life. If she drew anything above an eight, she would go bust. Yet the demon in front of her could have anything less than an ace in front of her. That was the only thing that gave Lois any relief: If Blaze had an ace, she would have turned it over. Which meant that she hadn't won yet.

"Hit me," the reporter said.

Almost mechanically, Blaze flipped the top card off the deck.

Blaze: (?) 10♥

Lois: (3♠) J♠ 8♥

Elation ran through the reporter. She struggled to contain her excitement, and couldn't keep a grin off her face as she flipped the face-down card over.

"Twenty-one," Lois said. "I win."

The demon stared at the table, as if in disbelief. There was no shower of black sparks now, no tingle, no sign of Lois Lane's victory...just the certain knowledge that she had beaten Blaze.

It was time to test things out.

"Let the women go," Lois ordered.

Blaze nodded her horned head. It was almost as though the fire had gone out of her. "It is done."

"That easy?" Lois asked.

"You won," Blaze said simply, her voice hollow and tired. "I am yours. I am stuck in this female form, pregnant with our spawn and you...own me. Body and soul." The succubus grimaced, showing white teeth, head tilted downward. "I cannot disobey. I am your ****."

The reporter chewed on that thought. In truth, she hadn't wanted a ****. She hadn't wanted to be enslaved either. But she had to figure out if Blaze was telling the truth, or just putting on an act.

"Standing order: always answer me truthfully. No lies, no ommissions. You understand?"

The head nodded. "Yes."

"Do you want to be free?"

The demon raised her head. The pure white eyes shone bright.

"Yes."

"If I asked you to change who you are—to be good instead of evil—could you do it?" Lois asked.

The demon stared into her eyes. It was as though they were playing poker again. No emotion on that scarlet face whatsoever.

"No. I cannot simply—change my nature. That is beyond my power."

"But if I order you to do a good deed—help a little old lady across the street, volunteer at a homeless shelter, save a kitten from a tree—you would do it?" Lois pressed.

"Yes," Blaze said with a slight nod.

"And if you do enough good deeds, over a long enough time—would that become...instinctive? Could you change slowly over the course of weeks, months...years?" Lois asked.

The brow between the demon's horns furrowed. "I...don't know."

Lois gave a tight-lipped smile. "Well, we're going to try it. I'm going to try and rehabilitate you. Standing order two: you cannot cause harm to a human being, or by inaction allow a human being to come to harm."

The brow furrow deepened. "All humans everywhere? I am neither omniscient or omnipotent..."

"Within line of sight will do for now," Lois said. "Standing order three: you will maintain your own health and that of the baby inside of you."

"Babies," Blaze said.

Lois blinked. "What?"

"Your...eggs. They transferred along with the rest of your womb. I didn't tell you before. They haven't been inseminated yet, but it's only a matter of time. My cum is—was—exceptionally virile. And your reproductive system is in a state of peak fertility. I have no doubt they will implant successfully."

The demon rubbed a hand along her tight red stomach.

The tip of the reporter's dick hit the bottom of the table.

For the first time since she had lost, Blaze's lips creased into a smile.

"Does that excite you?" the demon asked.

"It really shouldn't," Lois said as she eased her chair back. Her cock popped free, so hard and stiff that Lois didn't know what to do with it.

Blaze stood up. The table vanished in a shower of black sparks. Lois noted the streams of clear liquid that flowed down the scarlet thighs.

"It excites me," the demon sauntered forward, with an exaggerated roll of the hips. Without waiting for permission, she stepped over Lois and grabbed the back of the reporter's chair. Lowered her hot cunny down to rest against the tip of the dickgirl reporter's stiff cock, the dripping twat oozing juices over the hard shaft.

"I didn't order you to do that," Lois said.

"Are you going to order me to stop?"Blaze said saucily...and bent her knees to ease her hole down onto the reporter's pole.

Which is when Lois Lane knew she would have to be very, very careful with Blaze in the future. Because something told her that the demon was playing the long game.