No Limit Black Jack

"We could go back and forth like this all night," Blaze said. "So what do you say we play one more game—with no limits on what we bet or lose. Winner take all."

The reporter considered...it was obvious that Blaze was upset at losing. Yet this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Lois asked.

The scarlet succubus smiled. She waved a red arm, and all the chips sank into the green felt of the table, to leave only the cards.

"You. All of you, body and soul. You have injured my pride, Lois Lane—and for that, I will make a **** of you. Fuck you at my leisure. Mold your body and mind to my will. You will carry my children and whore yourself out to my profit, and even **** will not release you from my grasp. All that you are or could be shall be mine for eternity."

The reporter stared into those pure white eyes. She couldn't tell if Blaze was serious or just trying to scare her—either way, this was a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down.

"And if I win?" Lois asked.

The demon's face was a mask, inscrutable, unreadable. "What do you wish? The souls, yes. But anything that is within my power I shall grant. The only limit is my power and your imagination."

Tit for tat, the reporter thought, determined to call the demon's bluff.

"Then I want the same stakes you're playing for," Lois said. "I'll own your body and soul. You'll do as I bid, including releasing the souls of those missing women, and your body will be my fucktoy, to bear my children. You'll be my dutiful little live-in surrogate and eager slut, volunteer at soup kitchens and church bake sales, and live your life not as a demon, but as a good mother and partner. Still want to play?"

The scarlet cheeks paled a little. It was the first time Lois had seen any such change to the demon's color...the hints of pink around the cheeks that were as close as Blaze could come, the reporter guessed, to going pale. In truth, the reporter had no desire to have Blaze as her ****, had simply sought to get a rise out of the demon and throw the demonic dickgirl off her game...but then Blaze said, in a small, firm voice.

"Agreed."

The reporter felt her new cock twitch. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the fear of losing what she had so recently gained...or maybe it was with knowledge of what would happen if she actually won.

Blaze dealt the cards. Lois, her mouth suddenly dry, peaked at hers and felt her heart thunder as she calculated the odds.

Blaze: (?) 10♥

Lois: (3♠) J♠

The reporter was careful to show no emotion—yet literally everything depended on her next move. One card could be the difference between losing her life and soul, or gaining her own personal demon.