Impregnated

A black crown, one dark hand holding an upright sword. The familiar trefoil in the corners. No king in a standard deck was naked, cock jutting upwards, balls merging into a more obscene version of the sign of clubs in the center. But Lois recognized the card and what it signified.

"You win," Lois kept her voice calm, pressing the egg-chip forward—and one red finger flipped the marble soul-chip into the reporter's pile.

"I prefer to think," the shemale sat back, red thighs spread, her raging erection standing tall and proud, one dark purple vein up the length of it throbbing gently. "That we both get what we want."

Lois stepped forward, a woman of her word. "How do you want me?"

Blaze stared hard at her, the white eyes inscrutable. "Mount me."

The reporter pulled at her pants. Tugged them down over her hips, shimmying to get them past the curve of her ass, over her thighs, taking the panties with them. The demon sat still, barely breathing, cock twitching rhythmically. It seemed like the whole game Blaze had been trying to get Lois out of her pants...and here the reporter was doing the work for her.

Lois stepped out of her pants and walked toward the shemale in small, slow steps. Her hands reached down to her crotch, rubbing gently at her lips. Feeling the wetness there, and Blaze's glaring gaze rapt on her prize.

"Can you see it?" Lois spoke her thoughts aloud. "Like Superman? Stare through skin and meat, see the little cell inside me."

"Yes," Blaze's voice was calm, controlled. One of the demon's arms was draped casually over the back of the chair, the other on the table. But Lois could see the tension in the muscles there, no matter what poker face she kept.

No need to play games, Lane. Lois admitted to herself. Let's give the devil her due.

Lois hitched up her right leg, setting her heel on Blaze's left thigh near the hip. With two fingers, the reporter spread her labia. Gently, the reporter lowered herself down, until something warm and fleshy touched her inner walls...and now they were both struggling to maintain their composure, as Lois struggled to fulfill her bet.

The human woman bent her knee, letting some of her wait press on the tower of demonic flesh...and slowly, achingly slowly, she felt it slip in to her passage, the flaring crown snug against her walls, scraping at the sensitive membrane in a way that sent **** shivers up her spine.

Lois could hear felt rip a claws tore into the tabletop, and lifted her right foot slightly, to slide past Blaze's hip. And when the reporter felt her buttock touch the shemale's thigh, she placed her hands on those bare shoulder—the skin almost feverish to the touch...and let her other leg come up and around the back of the chair, so that the reporter was sitting in the demon's lap, Lois impaled on the full length of her erection.

"Well," a little breathless, Lois finally stared into Blaze's face. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

And for the first time the reporter squeezed her pussy for all her might, a decade of kegel exercises coming to their ultimate fruition.

Blaze growled, eyes squeezed down into white slits—and she exploded. Lois gasped as though some scalding liquid had been poured directly into her sensitive pussy, hot enough to be positively painful. She spasmed and writhed, her cunt on fire, but something kept her pussy clamped tight around the demonic dick, kept all the boiling seed locked firmly inside her, where Lois knew...simply knew...that nature or supernature was guiding it to its intended target.

She swore wisps of steam rose up from where her lips were locked around the demonic shaft, as her pussy juice evaporated.

The ejaculation lasted perhaps half a minute. Lois could feel the warmth of it flowing outwards from the entrance of her womb, like douching with boiling water, and she wondered if there would be any permanent damage—but she didn't think so. In fact, Lois hadn't come yet...and that gave her an idea.

"While we're here...how about...another little game?" The reporter showed her teeth, bright white, an animal smile.