Lois Bets Her Ass

Lois Lane considered her upcoming bet as the succubus shuffled and dealt. It was clear what Blaze wanted: every hole was a goal, but the only reason to include her eggs among the chips was to get the reporter pregnant. That was a risk the reporter wasn't willing to take, not yet.

But she had never been fucked in the ass, either. And the prospect of that scared her, at least a little. Oh, she had explored the possibility—in theory. Read up on enemas and lubrication, relaxing your muscles, and all those fun little details that they normally left out of sex education. Yet she had never...gone past the stage of consideration.

Striving to appear confidence, she pushed the chip displaying her asshole into the pot. Blaze pushed forward a soul chip. The bets were made.

The cards were dealt. A nine was showing. She peaked at her card.

Lois: (A♣) 9♠

Blaze: (?) 5♦

The reporter's heart fluttered in her chest. Twenty. Probably as good as she could hope for.

"Stay," she told the demon, who nodded ever so slightly...and flipped over a card.

Lois: (A♣) 9♠

Blaze: (?) 5♦ 5♥

The table was dead quiet. If Blaze had a 10 or a face card, they were tied...if she had an ace, that would be a natural. But the demon dealer sat facing her cards, so she couldn't have an ace...and one more card could make her go bust.

Lois squirmed, ass suddenly sweaty. What had seemed a foregone victory a moment ago was turning into a tense moment. Despite herself, she was thinking about what would happen if the demon won. It wouldn't be the end of the world...or the game...but it would mean the loss of Lois Lane's anal virginity...and based on that blowjob, she had no guarantee that the demon would be slow and gentle in tearing up her asshole.

Blaze flipped over one more card...