Lois Hits

"Hit me," Lois said...and sighed with relief at the card Blaze turned upward.

Laws: J ♠(6 ♥) 2♣

Blaze: 7♥ (?)

"Stay," the reporter said, with certainty. She couldn't afford another card. The demon seemed to hesitate, considering...and then she said:

"Dealer hits."

Laws: J ♠ (6 ♥) 2♣

Blaze: 7♥ (?) 2♠

The reporter frowned. Her palms itched. What were the odds they would both draw a deuce?

"Dealer stays," Blaze said. "Show your cards."

Laws: J ♠ 6 ♥ 2♣

Blaze: 7♥ K♦ 2♠

"Damn you," Lois swore. She couldn't say that Blaze cheated, but now...now she had to fuck the demon. And she would be ovulating. The reporter grimaced angrily. At Blaze, at herself for getting herself into this situation.

The demon smiled back. Scarlet hands grabbed the cards and mixed them up, before she began to shuffle.

"You're upset because you lost," Blaze said. "But what if I gave you the opportunity to leave here with everything you came here for?"

"You already get to fuck me," Lois growled, not bothering to conceal how upset she was. "What did you come here for?"

The scarlet succubus shuffled the cards carefully.

"At first, I wanted simply to fuck you," she admitted. "Now...I want to make love to you. But that requires a certain mutual desire. So I'll offer you this deal: one more round of blackjack. If you win, all four of the women go free, and we have cold and clinical sex—you can lay there like a dead fish as I pump my load into your womb, and you'll be out of here in minutes."

"And if I lose?" Lois said.

The demon met her eyes. "Then we make love, for what hours of the night remain to us. And you will have to kiss me on the lips, and look into my eyes and ask for me to cum inside of you."

The reporter's back arched...yet it was the best deal she was going to get tonight.

"Deal," she said.

Lois: (6♠) 5♥

Blaze: (?) Q♦

Lois Lane's nostrils flared. She had to hit. Blaze couldn't have a natural, or she would have claimed the reporter's pussy already. It was all down on the next card. Either way, she was fucked, but four women's souls were dependent on this.

"Hit me," Lois said.