Lois Holds The Queen

The reporter took a deep breath. Parts of her that she wasn't used to wobbling shook. The bottom of her pendulous breasts brushed against the felt tabletop; her swollen ass hung over the edges of the chair and pressed against the back, and it took a real effort for Lois to stop licking her beestung lips. Blaze, by contrast, was flat, thin, lanky...Lois had won nearly every curve on her, and now the demon was reduced to bidding her very height.

Yet there was one more thing Lois Lane wanted. The final soul chip.

Lois set her hand down on the table, and she felt a chip there. She threw it in the pot for her opener...and was surprised as it flashed in midair, and when it came down Lois saw....a pink, squiggly shape.

"What..." Lois asked.

"Your uterus and ovaries," the scarlet succubus said. The face was motionless, as if it had been carved from red ivory. "I wanted you to bet something that would demand I bet...something commensurate."

The demon slid the golden soul-chip forward.

"Two cards," Lois said, as she discarded the Jack and King. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Blaze dealt out the cards, taking two for herself. Putting on her best poker face, Lois looked at her hand.

Lois: 2♦ 2♠ 2♣ Q♣ 10♦

Relief ran through Lois...three of a kind. A lucky draw. The reporter ran the odds through her head...but already, the curvaceous reporter could sense that she would see this hand through to the end. She had to. A woman's soul was at risk, and she had to believe her hand was good enough to beat Blaze.

The reporter's hand found a chip, tossed it into the pot...and saw, without surprise, an image of her own vagina, with a crimson cock going in and out of it. Too late, Lois felt a pang of regret; she should have checked first, and let Blaze open. Everything the reporter wanted was already in the pot. Lois remonstrated herself for the oversight as the demon's own hand moved to her chips...and then those pure white eyes rested on Lois Lane's for a moment. Lois returned the gaze cooly, her swollen lips pursed together in a kind of perpetual pout.

The demon moved a chip with a ruler another face...another foot in height...and then, to the reporter's surprise, Blaze said: "And I raise you..." and moved another height-chip into the pot.

Lois blinked. Blaze was betting a great deal...which could bespeak either confidence or desperation. If Lois didn't match the bet, with whatever the demon wanted, then she would have to fold. If Lois did, and lost...well, she was already in deep. Her very reproductive system was on the line.

"I will enjoy," Blaze said, her voice low and husky. "Breeding your fat cunt, Lois Lane."

It was a goad designed to get a rise out of Lois...and as the reporter's hand came down on the table, and she felt the chips there, she wondered whether to play it smart or to double down and raise the stakes. As their eyes met, faces sternly flat and unreadable, the sudden urge came to Lois to leave Blaze with nothing...to take her for everything she had...