Bet You Can't Take It

The words tumbled out of Lois' mouth, emotional and heartfelt...and the expression on Blaze's face changed, her demonic snarl of rage shifting to a wide-eyed stare of wonder.

"Do you mean that?" Her voice had lost all its sultriness now, openly curious.

"Y-yes," Lois fought the craving that seemed to gnaw at her body and mind. "You might have a big dick, but without your magic powers, you're nothing."

"You think you could do better? Intriguing." The demon sat back on the bed, contemplating Lois. "And if I accepted this bet...you would be willing to stake yourself, body and soul, on the outcome?"

The reporter wanted to hesitate...this was sounding crazy! All the old admonitions about making deals with devils came to mind. Yet at the same time, Lois had faith in herself. She might not be Superman, but she had never backed down from any challenge.

"Yes," the reporter put as much confidence as she could into the statement. "And if I win?"

"Then you will be free..." Blaze waved her hand "Oh, and I suppose the rest of the girls as well."

Blaze stood, black lightning sparking between her hands...and her swollen cockhead. The black lightning arced out from the purple tip of the demonic dick, connecting with Lois' clitoris. The reporter was frozen, paralyzed, as if in the grip of an electric sock, tiny black sparks grounding out against wall and carpet...and she could see Blaze in the grip of it a well. In fact, the river of dark lightning between them seemed to be a bridge of sorts, and Lois could suddenly feel a connection with the demon, pulling at her groin...

"Very well then, we are compacted! The first to cum...loses!"