Nine of Diamonds

Lois' mind was a turmoil of emotions as Blaze turned over her card. The demon had twenty; the reporter had nineteen. Blaze had won again. Yet she did not let the loss show. Calm and controlled, she kept her poker face.

Blaze reached across the table, taking the chip representing Lois' pussy from the middle of the table.

"I'd like to cash this in now," the tip of her scarlet erection was visible, bobbing just over the level of the table.

Carefully, Lois rose to her feet. Her mind was working feverishly. She knew what Blaze wanted. It was just a matter of getting what Lois wanted too.

Her fingers closed in on another of her chips.

"Why don't we make it—more interesting?" Lois' voice was pitched low, husky. Challenging.

Blaze raised an eyebrow, face carefully guarded. But the reporter could see her cock twitch.

"We cut cards for Diana Reynold's soul. If I get the high card, I get it." Lois kept her voice calm and controlled. Her pussy felt wet, but she hoped that wasn't showing.

The demonic shemale tapped the chip with Lois' pussy against the felt.

"And if I have the high card?" Blaze asked.

"Then I pay for it with this." Lois laid the chip in her hand flat on the felt. The small circle of her egg floated there on the white marble disk. Her heart pounded, knowing what she was risking.

Blaze stared at the chip for a moment, then raised her pale white eyes to stare into Lois' own, as though trying to plumb the depths of your soul.

"You know," the demon's voice was casual, conversational. "There's a chance I could impregnate you anyway. Always a chance, when having unprotected sex. I don't know if that's a particularly good bet."

"There's a chance," Lois agreed. "But think of how much better it would be as a sure thing. Fairly won." The human woman smiled. "Freely given."

The demon bowed her head, emphasizing the dark horns sweeping back from her bow...and let the chip representing the reporter's cunt fall on the table. She reached over to take Reynold's soul chip, and placed it in front of Lois' hand. The reporter slid her egg-chip up next to it.

"Very well," Blaze said. "It's a bet."

Somewhere deep inside, Lois wondered if this was what Blaze had been after all along. Coldly calculating, waiting for the right bait, the right opportunity. Wanting, needing Lois to put herself on the line...stacking the odds for just this moment. And a wet trickle of excitement ran down the reporter's thigh.

Lois reached over and cut the deck. Ten of diamonds.

Blaze's hand rested for a moment on the smile pile that was left. No more than a dozen cards. She took just the lid off—the very top card.

The demon turned her face toward's Lois, meeting her eyes again. "You know, one way or another, you're fucked?"

A smile twisted Lois' lips, cracking the poker face for a moment. "I'm looking forward to it." she said honestly. And Blaze's cock twitched, her little tell. The red hand twisted, bringing the card face up...