End: Play It Smart, Draw Three

Lois Lane took a deep breath. Her body and all of her holes were on the line—and all three souls, too. She had to play this smart. The reporter discarded the lowest three cards. Blaze took two.

Lois: Q♠ K♠ A♦ 5♦ 5♥

The reporter let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. A low pair with ace high wasn't ideal, but it wasn't worth folding on either...unless Blaze raised her. The reporter squirmed in her seat. It was damned if she did, damned if she didn't...all she could do was trust in the luck of the cards and hope that Blaze was overplaying her hand.

"Well?" The scarlet succubus said, utterly unfazed. "It's your bet."

"I'm trying to decide what's left," Lois said, just to stall. "I think I've bet almost everything on the table except one of my eggs."

"And you don't want to get pregnant. That's very understandable." The demon paused. "Of course...no, never mind. Don't let me distract you."

Lois raised an eyebrow. That was unlike Blaze.

"Unless what?"

"Well, if you're afraid of...if the stakes are not to your liking, we could set aside the game and just make a straight deal." The demon said. "I wouldn't normally make such an offer, but it is getting late."

Lois kept her face neutral. She doubted Blaze would make such an offer unless she had a bad hand. How bad was the question. Still...if the demon was willing to deal...Lois could maybe get all of the women's souls. That was worth a few sacrifices on her part, wasn't it?

"Alright. Say I entertain the idea. What did you have in mind?"

"A straight swap," the demon said, looking Lois straight in the eyes now. "Just what's in the pot. As if we had both won, and both got what we want."

The reporter decided to push, just a little. "Of course, if you fuck my pussy, I could still get pregnant. I might prefer to take my chances with the cards."

The demon stared back. "If you have a counteroffer..."

There it was. Blaze either had a very weak hand, or was playing a deeper game than Lois could guess.

"How about...you let the women go, and you can fuck my ass." The reporter said.

Blaze considered. She allowed herself a small smile. "You don't want to lose your new breasts, do you?"

"I've grown rather attached to them," Lois said. She considered. Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound... "I'll suck you off too. Just to get your dick wet enough to fit up my ass."

The demon considered for a moment, then gave the barest of nods. "One condition: all debts are to be paid immediately. The women are freed, and we go straight to fucking."

Lois raised an eyebrow...but nodded.

They shook hands over the table. The chips evaporated in a shower of sparks, just leaving the cards.

"The women are free. They will return to their own lives tomorrow, as though waking up from a nightmare." Blaze said. The demon snapped her fingers. There was the sound of distant thunder...and then there was a single bed in the room, with carved wooden posts and headboard, red satin sheets, and a small table on which were carefully folded and laundered the reporter's clothing.

"Nice trick," the reporter said as she stood up, feeling oddly comfortable in her nudity. "So...how are we doing this?"

Blaze swung her legs away from the table. The long red pecker was already hard.

"First...get on your knees. Get my cock nice and wet. It's the only lube you'll get."

Lois bit back an acid reply. She had already agreed to this...and she was a woman of her word, even when the souls of four women weren't on the lines.

Besides, she told herself as the hard concrete floor rubbed against her bare knees. It's not like this is the first time I've sucked a cock. Just need to woman up and...do it.

The reporter was already working up gobs of saliva, muscles in her mouth and throat working as she resisted the urge to swallow. The cock looked slimmer and smaller close up...maybe eight inches long and skinny, barely an inch and a half thick at the widest point. Not that it really mattered. Lois Lane's ass was virginal...though not for long.

She opened her mouth and let the spit drool out onto the cock. Her tongue slid down, distributing it more evenly around the scarlet shaft. The demon's dick tasted different from those of her human lovers...a bit like roasted peanuts. There was just that slightly salty, almost burnt flavor. Beyond that, the skin was hot...like Blaze was running a fever. Not unpleasant...

Lois slobbered on the dick, licking it up and down, with a dedication and thoroughness that she had never devoted to any cock before...because she knew where this one was headed. The reporter tried not to think about the extra slimy, bitter taste that came over her as her lips slipped over the swollen, rubbery glans. That was Blaze's precum, grey and greasy...but better to have it in her mouth than in her pussy.

The demon did not mind that Lois took her time...but after some interminable period, one hand brushed the reporter's hair, and Lois looked up at Blaze, gasping for breath, drool dripping down her chin...

"It's time," Blaze said, her pure white eyes seeming to glow in the shadows cast by her dark horns. "Get on the bed. On your back. I want you to see me as I put it in."

Lois did as she was told. Not that it was in her nature to be so...submissive...but this was what she agreed to.

At least, that's what the reporter told herself as the demon **** her cheeks apart and stuck her tongue in Lois Lane's asshole.

The abruptness of the violation shocked Lois. It didn't hurt—the demon's tongue was soft and supple—but the reporter had been bracing herself for the tearing sensation of the stiff prick tearing into her ass. Not to feel the demon's warm lips slurp and suck at her asshole greedily. The reporter froze like a deer caught in the highlights. Then she closed her eyes and tried to relax her body, leaning into the violation. Maybe she hadn't agreed to this explicitly, but if it lubed up her poor little hole, Lois wasn't going to complain.

It was weird. Lois had to resist the urge to squeeze her cheeks, to try and poop. Her body fought its natural instincts, and the tongue plunged in deep and ran around the rim inside and out, stretching her out...not painfully, but thoroughly. With as much care and attention as Lois had given to the demon's cock.

Lois lost track of time as the scarlet succubus slurped and slathered the reporter's once-virgin hole, sometimes teasing her with light bites on her ass cheeks, gentle slaps...and almost beside herself, Lois could feel her body heating up It was weird to have anything up her ass, but her rectum was starting to feel...soft, hot, almost melting. Just when Lois felt her pussy begin to drip, Lois felt the demon's hot breath on her asshole...which was gaping slightly, so that the reporter swore she could feel the hot breath inside her colon...

...and then, and only then, did the hard cock press against the relaxed hole. The head slipped inside easily, slathered by the saliva of human and demon, and Lois didn't even hiss. It didn't hurt. She couldn't close her asshole, but after the timeless ass-licking, the anal penetration was almost...welcome.

She pushed it in a little, then pulled it back. In and out, just a little at a time, and Lois Lane knew what she was doing. letting the reporter's ass get used to the size of the cock, not pushing it in too far or too fast. The reporter was pleased at the demon's gentility—she had frankly expected Blaze to simply throw her on the bed and **** her ass, leaving the reporter torn and bleeding—but as the minutes ticked by, and the long hours of the night wore on Lois and still only half of the cock was sliding in and out of her asshole, the reporter began to wish that Blaze would finish.

The long, hard, hot dick just kept plunging in and out...in and out...and the heat kept building up inside of the reporter's ass, and she began to bite her lips, trying not to squeeze her ass, not to push back, to just let the demon finish...and then Blaze moved. Her arms came down on either side of Lois Lane's. Her Legs had moved up to where her feet were flat on the mattress. Like a dog mating its bitch...

...and Blaze thrust her cock in so fast and hard that the balls slapped against the reporter's pussy, and the shocked human woman felt something squirt out of her cunt, just a little.

In her dreams, Lois Lane had imagined what it would be like to get fucked by a werewolf, by a beast. Now she knew. The demon's cock-thrusts buried the dick balls-deep every time. The base of her dick felt thicker, stretching the reporter's slack asshole until she felt like a virgin again. Over and over, faster and faster, the demon humped the reporter's ass, and Lois Lane's body clenched tight as she struggled to withstand the ****, the burning ring of her asshole growing hotter and hotter every moment...and when Lois Lane felt tears run down her eyes, they weren't from pain.

It was happiness. As terrible and embarrassing as it was to admit it, she was enjoying getting her ass fucked. It wasn't like getting her pussy reamed out at all, it was so different...yet at the same time it was so intense, so hot to get her ass filled this way, and she thought, if only a little more...

Blaze plunged her cock deep...and Lois Lane gasped as she felt the hot seed squirting deep inside of her bowels.

The demon left a little kiss on the reporter's shoulder.

"If you liked that..." Blaze smiled. "You can call on me to fuck your ass. Any time. Just say my name three times in a row."

Lois swallowed. She didn't answer. The demon pulled out...and there was a crackle, as of electricity...and Lois was gone, with an assfull of cum.

The reporter tried not to think of it as she got dressed. Yet she couldn't resist going over the events of the night in her head. Especially the end. It was so strange of Blaze to offer that deal, when...

The cards were still on the table. Lois turned over Blaze's hand.

10♣ J♥ 2♦ A♠ 2♠

"That dick!" Lois hissed, face flushed and ears burning with embarrassment, her sore ass clenching to keep the demonic spunk inside.

Lois Lane would think about that pair of deuces for a long time. Every step of the way home. Every time she winced tomorrow when she sat down. Every time she felt that twinge in her asshole, like it was hungry...and she would stare at the mirror, that name on her lips...