I Challenge You To A Game of Scrabble!

Blaze frowned.

"What by the dark gods is 'Scrabble'?" the demon hissed. "And why should I agree?"

"Scrabble is a game of knowledge and skill. No luck involved," the reporter said. "And if you win, you can fuck me. I won't resist. But if I win, you have to fuck yourself!"

The last line was an improvisation—yet Blaze's lips twitched. The bright white eyes narrowed.

"With one caveat. If you seek to cheat me in any way, then you become my sex **** for eternity," Blaze said.

Lois Lane stared the demon in the eye and shot back: "And if you try to use magic or cheat, then you become mine!"

Now Blaze's lips twisted into that familiar Mona Lisa grin, as though she knew something that Lois Lane didn't. "Very well. It is a deal. How do we play this game?"

Which is how the naked reporter ended up on the other side of Scrabble board on the kitchen table, shaking a bag full of wooden tiles, the well-thumbed official Scrabble dictionary close at hand. The horned succubus stared at the rulesheet and gnawed her lip.

"Ready?" The reporter said, oddly unselfconscious about her nudity. Blaze's proportions had shrunk a bit since she had sat at the table, the once-terrifying erection now shrunk to a soft red tube between lean thighs. There was a certain vulnerability as the pure white eyes scanned the rules obsessively, as if looking for some loophole or strategy. The reporter had the feeling that Blaze's appearance depended a great deal on her mood and confidence.

"I will defeat you!" Blaze said confidently. "And conquer your pussy with my cock! As it was always meant to be!"

Lois Lane chuckled.

"Well, we'll see about that," the reporter said.

There is nothing very sexy about a game of Scrabble, even in the nude. Wooden tiles were placed down on the board. Disputes arose over words, settled by references to the dictionary. The demon scowled as points were tallied on a loose slip of paper.

The only thing that made Lois Lane anxious was that her pussy was on the line. While her familiarity with the game and her vocabulary gave her an advantage, Blaze held her own with some rather surprising words. At first it was subtle...nothing that the reporter could exactly put her finger on...and then Blaze laid down ECZEMA and declared:

"Yes! The triple-word-score is mine! As your cunny will be!" The demon grinned in triumph as Lois tallied the points. That word gave Blaze a slim lead. "Perhaps you wish to lose, sweetmeat? Perhaps your pussy yearns for my superior cock? Deep down inside, you wish to be subjugated. I can smell it on you."

Lois Lane snorted, reached into the bag to grab a tile...and froze.

She had brought out another Z.

Except there was only one Z in Scrabble.

Which meant that Blaze was cheating.

The reporter swallowed as she scanned the board. There was a perfect place to use it too...and ZEBROID would put her in the lead...if she confronted Blaze with cheating, then Lois would win...but did she even want Blaze as her sex ****? It had been something the reporter said in the heat of the moment. Yet now, if Lois used the extra Z, then she would be the one cheating...