End: Lois Wins

Face carefully neutral, Blaze flipped her cards. A pair of kings. The two players, human and demon, shemale and female, examined the state of the board.

Lois: (5♦ 6♥)

7♥ 9♣ Q♦ K♠ 8♠

Blaze: K♣ K♥

A little thrill went through Lois, and for the first time she felt a stirring in her new member, cock twitching, a sense of restlessness happening within the reporter...she had won, and she knew it. Her straight beat Blaze's three of a kind. Only the demon didn't know it yet. Lois did not smile, but inside a part of her exulted in her victory, savored it...and the moment when it would be revealed.

"I've shown you mine," the demon woman said. "Now show me yours."

Lois stared into those eyes. Blaze was still focused on the board. Almost absently, the reporter flipped her cards—but she wasn't staring at them. She was staring at her opponent. The mighty demon she had been gambling with all evening, putting everything at stake: her pussy, her children, her very soul and those of the missing women. Now...now...

The color fled from that crimson face, so that it faded to a dark pink. The blank white eyes widened, and a tremor went through her whole body, a tensing up...but more than that. Lois' nostrils flared as she smelled something...new. A feminine musk, strong and strangely arousing. Idly, Lois' hand wandered over to her new-won cock and was not surprised to confirm by touch what her body was telling her: it was hard as a rock.

Her balls ached, mouth suddenly dry—and Lois noticed signs of arousal on Blaze's body too. The dark pink nipples were fully erect, and a kind of purplish blush had spread across Blaze's chest, across her cheeks, to the tips of her ears.

Lois stood. Her erection wobbled in front of her, pointing to the now fully-female succubus. The demon turned, and her eyes fixated on the pale swollen schlong, and the heavy testicles underneath. Breathing deeply, Blaze slipped out of her chair and crossed to the midpoint of the table.

Every move was calculated, carefully controlled, but Lois could see the little trembling in her movements and knew that Blaze was being driven by complex forces—honor, the magical compulsion of their bet, and yes, pure unfiltered lust.

The demon leaned over the table, elbows on the green felt, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She spread her legs in invitation and stared straight ahead.

"Take me now," Blaze whispered, voice husky and full of barely-constrained emotion.

Lois rose from her seat. Her cock was so hard it hurt, and she no longer had to wonder at men who became like whining dogs when blue-balled. She stood behind Blaze, and wondered what she was to Lois now—her lover? Her ****?

I own her soul. Lois swallowed, staring between those crimson asscheeks at the smooth shaved cunt, the bare slit of which was glittering with wetness as it was presented to her.

"Say it," The reporter asked, drawing her cock so near the cunt that she could feel the heat radiating from the demon's genitals. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," Blaze whispered. "Fuck me pregnant." A shiver went through that perfect scarlet ass, the little pucker of her asshole squeezing tight for a moment. "Make me more pregnant."

Lois remembered the two remaining egg chips. Her eggs...unsullied, unfertilized. Inside Blaze, two fertilized embryos, already. She didn't know how that would work...this was Lois' cock now, that had been the demon's before. Lois had been pregnant only a short while ago, fucked and impregnated by the demon as the cost of the women's souls...but now Blaze had a pussy, and Blaze was pregnant, and...

"You will be the mother of my children," the reporter whispered, inching forward until the tip of her cock touched the hot, wet lips. "All four of them."

The reporter's hands crept over Blaze's ass, watching the demon squirm, waiting for the moment of penetration, the stroke...all of Lois' senses were focused on the terrible heat nibbling on the tip of her dick, the pressure building within her, the way Blaze seemed to be panting.

"Yes." The demon moaned. "Do it!"

Lois slammed her cock home.

It wasn't artful fucking. There was nothing of skill in it, for Lois had never used her cock before, and Blaze howled like a wanton bitch in heat, claws ripping at the felt, slamming her hips back to meet Lois' ****, unartful thrusts. It was a moment of mutual need, of debts being paid, and pure physical abandon.

All the turmoil of emotions in the whole wild night came out in their mating. Anger, fear, frustration, desperation, exaltation, and lust—yes, as Lois squeezed her lover's hips tighter, and admired the way her cunt lips wrapped around her cock, the artful symmetry of her back, the way she could just see the back of Blaze's its as the demon's tits were pressed into the table—every single feeling that Lois had held back through all their games and deceptions came out now, undisguised, raw, in a single fury of cock-in-cunt.

She wondered if Blaze felt it too.

The human shemale speared the demon woman like she wanted to stab her in the heart via her pussy. Blaze squeezed and moaned lustful blasphemies, begging for Lois to pour her babies into her belly. It was a sudden, fierce pounding, a hormonal storm that ended only when Lois grabbed Blaze's horns from behind, pulling the demon's back into an arch and pressing their combined whole weight down to bury her prick as deep as physically possible, and it was too much for the table, which collapsed, scattering chips everywhere around the floor.

The shock of the impact, with Lois on top of her, drove her dick in that little bit deeper...until Lois swore she almost felt the tip touch something...and then they came.

They came together, that rarest of conjugations. They came in silence, having exhausted all entreaties of breeding and fucking, their voices hoarse, their minds focused now on the place where they were locked together, and the hot fluid that was now being transferred, by slow throbbing pulses, from Lois' cock to the mouth of Blaze's womb.

There was ecstasy at that moment, and pain; to Lois it was her first orgasm as a man experienced it, short but more intense than any she had ever known, the tip of her urethra burning from the **** and the amount of that seminal insemination. Blaze panted, cunt shaking, toes curling. Until Lois collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

Somewhere in the room, two chips revealed pale spheres, floating serenely in a pink void. From the edges came an army of pale swimmers, mindless spermatozoa intent on their one, sole task. Guided by the binding magic of the bet, it would not be long before they found their mark.

Lois smiled, as she felt her cock start to shrink, slipping out of Blaze's sloppy slit. She thought she deserved that smile. Because after everything she had gone through this wild night—she had won.