End: Two of Hearts

Lois: 2♥

Blaze: 3♠

It was like a hole opened up in Lois Lane's guts as she saw her card. She had lost. The naked demon kept her poker face as she stretched forth a red hand to claim the pot—and Lois reached over and grabbed that wrist.

"Wait," the reporter said.

"You lost, sweetmeat," Blaze said calmly. "Don't be a sore loser."

Lois swallowed. "We can let it ride. Play another game."

Their eyes met. It was hard to read Blaze at the best of time. Beneath those dark brows, the white eyes glowed from deep sockets. No pupil or iris. Just two glowing holes in darkness.

"But I have what I want, Lois. Your egg. It's very difficult for demons like me to have progeny, you know," Blaze said. "What can you offer me beyond that?"

The reporter's mouth was drawn in a taut line. She considered. Then, after a long moment, she said quietly.

"Miscarriage is common. Pregnancies don't always come to term. What if you...maximized your chances? More eggs?" Lois said. She stared the demon in the eye.

Blaze seemed to consider this. Her poker face was perfect. As if her thin, bony face had been carved out of red marble. She didn't even seem to breathe as the reporter studied her. Yet Lois Lane could see the precum dribble out of the tip of Blaze's cock. To trace a cloudy river down to the edge of the felt.

"So. What do you propose?" Blaze said.

Lois breathed in. "We cut the deck. High card wins. If I win, you turn over all of the women's souls, and I walk away."

"And if you lose?" The scarlet succubus flicked her wrist over, so that now she held the reporter's wrist in her hand. One red thumb caressed the big vein that ran into the reporter's palm.

The reporter swallowed hard. "I'll buy them. With my eggs."

The demon's flesh was hot. Lois could feel the thumb rub against her. Such a sense of barely-constrained power. It would be nothing for Blaze to crush the reporter's wrist. Break her bones. Yet that wasn't what Blaze wanted.

"One caveat," the demon said. "If I own one of your eggs, you have to allow me to fertilize it. Willingly. And carry it to term, provided it is a viable pregnancy. No backing out."

"Agreed," Lois said—in truth, she'd already reconciled herself to the fact of that. Yet if she could free the women's souls, then that was something. She was willing to sacrifice that part of herself.

The chips disappeared from the board. Blaze shuffled the cards. The demon's movements were mechanical, not fast, not tricky. Lois Lane steeled herself what was to come. She held out the deck to the reporter. Their fingers brushed as Lois pulled half the deck aside, turned it up.

7♣

The reporter's heart sank. Yet she waited, as Blaze brought her other hand over the remaining cards, cut, turned:

A♣

Lois Lane felt her lungs freeze. She couldn't breathe. Her whole body was tense. Then the tension melted. The cards fell out of suddenly nerveless fingers onto the table.

Blaze snapped her fingers. Female figures stepped forth from the darkness behind her. Lois recognized them from their social media profiles. She knew their names, their majors at Metropolis University. Those were the missing women.

"I like to pay in advance," Blaze said. She snapped her fingers again, and the table and cards disappeared. There were only a few feet that separated the naked reporter from the naked demon. The crimson cock stood tall, the precum had dribbled down the entire length, all the way to the heavy swollen sack that rested on the edge of the scarlet succubus' chair.

"But you'll pay in...installments," Blaze said softly. "About, oh, forty weeks apart. Starting now."

Lois Lane nodded dully. She rose to her feet. The reporter hated herself for what she was about to do. Her mind went back over the decisions that had led her to this place. The points where she might have gone left instead of right. Other bets she might have made with Blaze. Other timelines where she would have won, instead of lost.

"Come now, sweetmeat," Blaze said as she held out her hands to caress the reporter's hips. "It needn't be painful. In fact, you may find you come to like it."

The reporter said nothing as she stood, one leg on either side of Blaze's chair, to stand astride that cock pointed straight at her pussy. Lois took a deep breath and spread her labia with her fingers. Lowered herself until the hot tip of that cock touched her cunt-tunnel. Repressed as moan as she slid down that scarlet schlong, just a few inches, then paused. Her legs quivered as she allowed her pussy to get used to the size.

To her credit, Blaze didn't try to **** her. Those hot hands massaged the reporter's hips, her thighs. The horned head tilted so that a long, forked tongue could taste one nipple.

When Lois was ready, she lowered herself down further.

There was no rush. They had a long night ahead of them.

Until the reporter sat in the demon's lap, facing her. Until their tongues met and twirled.

Until, as they rocked back and forth, Lois Lane cried out in unwanted climax.

That was the signal for Blaze to clutch the reporter close and a hot fountain blossomed inside the reporter's body. Stupid tears came to Lois Lane's eyes as she realized what she had traded away, and with what coin.

Yet Blaze held her there, as the sobs wracked the reporter's body. A wordless song on those scarlet lips. Her head on Lois Lane's shoulder. Looking ahead to forty weeks from now, tired, exhausted. The baby just put down to sleep. Blaze would sit there on the edge of the bed, cock hard. The reporter would drag herself forward, even as her ovary released another egg. Women were so fertile, just after giving birth.

Of course, it would be hard for Lois to explain to her friends and family how she kept getting pregnant. The demon grinned a little wider as she imagined the hurt in Superman's eyes as Lois swelled with child again and again. None of them his.

The demon's eyes massaged the small of Lois Lane's back. The reporter reeked of self-recrimination. Yet she was strong. Blaze was sure that already, she was justifying her decision. The lives she saved with her sacrifice. A price that the scarlet succubus was happy to pay. There were always more sluts where those came from. Yet there was only one Lois Lane.