End: Pair of Queens—Blaze Loses

The reporter turned her card over, the wild threes standing out starkly. Blaze, numbly, flipped her own card over. A wan, thin-lipped smile graced the demon's lips.

Lois: 3♣ 7♥ J♥ 3♥ K♣

Blaze: Q♥ Q♦ 8♥ 10♣ J♠

"You won," the demon's voice was placid, her features controlled...but there seemed to the reporter, who was good at reading body language, that an air of defeat hung over her. There was the tiniest slump to the shoulders, leaning forward toward the table slightly. Even the tip of her cock resting on the edge, a dribble of clear, greyish precum oozing onto the green felt, looked oddly sad. "What will you do with me?"

The reporter leaned back in the chair. The demon waved her hand, and table, chips, cards and all vanished. Leaving just the two of them facing each other.

"The women are free?" Lois asked.

"Completely. They should return to their old lives soon," the demon sat slightly slumped. Even her hard cock was listing to the side.

"And I'm pregnant?"

"Yes," Blaze said. "If you wish to be."

Lois cocked her head. "Explain."

"You...own me," Blaze said. "I have no power to stop you, if you choose to...terminate. And if you so order, I would have **** to do it myself. I am a demon, Lois Lane. Free will is not mine, when another holds my soul. There are bonds I cannot break."

The reporter took a deep breath, her naked chest puffing out. She didn't know if the demon was telling the truth, but she was acting like it...and, the more Lois studied the dickgirl, the more she felt that perhaps she was.

Which left the reporter with a problem. Two problems, really.

"I'm keeping the baby," Lois said. She raised her leg up so the ankle rested on her knee, tapping on her calf with her fingers. "Which means I need to figure out what to do with you."

"I am your ****," Blaze said.

"That's the problem. I don't do slaves." Lois thought hard. "Do you...have any other souls?"

The demon looked up. The pure white eyes looked oddly wet.

"In my dominion in hell, I hold sovereignty of a legion of the damned..."

"Let them go," Lois said.

There was a frozen moment...and then some of the color slid out of Blaze's crimson cheeks. Shadows all around her went momentarily crazy, as though she sat beneath an invisible discoball, and only the skewed, dancing outlines of her form playing on floor and walls showed how the light played on her features. Black lightning crackled along her horns...which then crumbled and broke, leaving ragged circles on her wide forehead. Lois watched all this with fascination...and then, when the shadows resumed their natural place, the demon sighed.

"It is done. Though with that, much of my personal power is gone. I am...greatly diminished."

Lois tapped her fingers.

"Do you have...a place to go? Money?"

The demon shrugged. "Trappings of mortal life come and go. This bar, though it will not last long, such places never do. I could no doubt dig up some old mortal identity, some bits and pieces of property, old accounts...why?"

"Answer me honestly. What would you do," Lois asked slowly. "If I gave you back your soul?"

Blaze stared blankly. "I do not know. Normally after a defeat, I would seek to regain what I had lost, but after giving up my power and position—I am ****. Too many enemies will want my head, and I am almost defenceless against the forces they could bring to bear, in my present state." Then she looked up, struck by a thought. "The child! They might strike at me through you—"

Lois nodded. A leopard doesn't change its spots very often.

"What if I—offered you a job? It so happens that I'm going to start needing someone to help me out, around the apartment," Lois laid a hand on her stomach. "I'll give you back your soul. You can stay with me, so long as you...stay out of trouble. Agreed?"

The demon's dick twitched.

"Does this include—a sexual relationship?"

Lois couldn't help but smile. "We'll see. Maybe. If you're good."

Blaze smiled her Mona Lisa smile. "Then I accept."

"Fine. I give you back your soul."

They were simple words, just the color of Blaze's skin flushed a brighter red, she sat up straighter, and some of her old energy and confidence seemed to come back to her demeanor. Just watching the hard cock rise until it slapped against the demon's hard abs, the reporter felt a wetness down between her legs...and hoped it was just Blaze's cum oozing out of her. She uncrossed her legs and stood up.

"Alright then. Let's get dressed and get home. It's been a long night out...and I could use some sleep."

"Of course, mistress." Blaze said. "As you wish."