Lois Raises The Stakes

"How much is my pussy worth to you?" Lois Lane asked. She could still taste the demon's cum in her mouth.

The demon raised her eyebrow.

"You want to bet your pussy?"

"No. Not exactly." Lois put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "We play another round. If you win—you free the women's souls, and you can fuck me. If I win—you free the women's souls and you don't get to fuck me."

"Seems like I stand to lose either way," the demon said.

"Put it another way: it's the only chance you're getting at my pussy tonight, or any other night." Lois said.

Blaze drummed her fingers against the table.

"Counteroffer: I'll accept your terms—except that if you lose, I will exchange the women's souls for your own."

Lois blinked.

"Oh, nothing dramatic, I assure you. Just because I own your soul doesn't mean I can control you. Free will, and all that. And on the...chance...that you do lose your soul, I'll give you an opportunity to win it back. Cross my heart." The demon made a sign over her breast. The flesh scorched, briefly, in the shape of a cross; it just as quickly healed.

It's the best deal you're going to get, Lane, Lois told herself.

"Agreed," Lois said. "Deal the cards."

The coins sank into the green felt of the table. The scarlet succubus shuffled the cards.

Lois: (2♦) 10♥

Blaze: (?) Q♦

Lois sucked in her breath. There was really only one thing to say.

"Hit me."

Lois: (2♦) 10♥ A♦

Blaze: (?) Q♦

The reporter felt hear heart pound behind her breastbone. Every card was a risk, but there was no telling what Blaze had for her hole card. It couldn't be an ace, but it could be anything less.

"Hit me."

Lois: (2♦) 10♥ A♦ 6♥

Blaze: (?) Q♦

Nineteen, Lois counted. She didn't dare take another card. Her luck had been pushed as far as she dared. One more card and she would go bust, she was sure of it.

"Stay."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't the type to pray—and she didn't pray now. The cards were dealt, and now it was time to see who would win...and who would lose.