Lois Hits

"Hit me," Lois said. Blaze dealt the card.

Lois: (4♥) 9♣ 3♥

Blaze: (?) Q♦

Two souls at risk. Lois had sixteen, Blaze had...something between twelve and twenty. The reporter leaned over the table, pretending to study her cards. From this angle, her braless breasts hung loose in her shirt, giving the demon a view of her cleave...and the crimson crown of the demon's cock seemed to twitch, a bead of pre-cum beading the tip...

"Hit me again," Lois said.

The card was dealt...and Lois felt her heart leap.

Lois: (4♥) 9♣ 3♥ 5♣

Blaze: (?) Q♦

The reporter turned over her face-down card. "Twenty-one."

The demon stared at the cards. "Well-played."

"Is that all you have to say?" As Lois leaned forward, raking in the chips, including the two precious souls.

Blaze gathered the cards. The human woman could feel the eyes staring at her tits, and Lois was surprised to realize her nipples were hard in response, poking out, clearly visible through her shirt.

The demon held up another soul chip. "I want another crack at your pussy."

Lois kept her face calm. She could tell the demon was distracted...reckless. This could work to her advantage. The reporter nodded, moving a chip to the center of the green felt.

Time to turn up the heat, she decided.

"I'm feeling a little chilly. Would you mind...turning up the heat a little?" She watched Blaze for a reaction. The demon nodded, almost absently, but didn't rise or click her fingers.

The cards were shuffled and tossed out. Lois felt...warm. Sweat trickling down her ribs, along her neck. She didn't feel particularly nervous, but it was getting hot...and she could feel the shirt sticking to her bare breasts, nipples clearly outlined against the fabric.

If Blaze was distracted before, Lois thought to herself. This should really make it hard to concentrate on her cards.

Lois: (9♥) 5♦

Blaze: (?) 8♥

Fourteen. Not great. "Hit me," Lois said. The demon obliged.

Lois: (9♥) 5♦ 3♠

Blaze: (?) 8♥

The reporter took a breath. Seventeen. A hard seventeen. Hitting again would be unwise...more likely than not to bust. But if Lois didn't hit...maybe she could convince Blaze to.

"Stay," she said. "What about you?"

Almost absently, Lois Lane's hands found her left nipple. She made out at first like she was just scratching it, but she was tweaking and pulling, pretending to study her cards while really studying Blaze's reaction. If anything, the cock tip seemed to be riding a little higher, like a volcanic island rising out of the ocean...