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Chapter 19 by Zeebop Zeebop

Who Cums First?

Blaze Erupts

Lois squeezed her eyes and her cunt, desperately trying to hold off her climax—she could feel the pleasuring rising inside of her with each thrust that scraped that swollen cock over her g-spot, and she could feel Blaze's body tense and excited beneath her too, and she was responding too much as a lover would—getting off from getting the demon off, the shemale's excitement exciting the reporter in turn. And just as Lois thought she was at the tipping point...

Blaze roared. It was a growl of release, animal and pure, mingled with an all-too human exultation and defeat, and Lois smiled in delight as she felt that hot load pump into her snatch for a second time, because it meant she had won.

The reporter road out the demon's orgasm, not even trying for her own climax. Her eyes were on the table, on the chip she had wagered. Where a second egg, perfect and serene, was now surrounded by a vast dark flotilla of demonic sperm. Lois watched with a mingle of awe and horror as her egg was assaulted from all sides...and finally fell, one dark wiggler shimmying within, like a black crack forming on a perfect pearl.

And Lois knew she was now pregnant with twins.

Carefully, when Blaze was done, Lois eased herself off of the softening cock. Cum dripped out of her sore-snatch, running down her thighs, but the reporter was beyond caring. On wobbly legs, using the table for support, she made her way back to her chair—and collapsed into it.

All the way, Lois could feel the glare of Blaze's eyes on her...and Lois didn't know how to read that blank white stare. But she could read her cock.

The great shaft was wilted over the demon's left thigh, laying half-flaccid like a panting beast, a think trickle of dark spunk leaking out from the tip. Her balls remained vast red avocados, and Lois wondered if they were already working to replenish those great reservoirs of seed...and the reporter licked dry lips, suddenly thirsty.

She blinked, and a bottle of water appeared in front of the reporter. Lois blinked twice, then nodded her thanks as she cracked it open, grateful for the cold liquid cutting through the clotted cum in her throat. Part of her wanted to pour half the bottle on her pussy, let the cold liquid ease away the burning of well-fucked muscles....but she didn't. Instead she sucked greedily at the liquid, feeling the familiar post-coital ache in her muscles, the sheen of perspiration all over her body.

"Two souls lost to me," the demon rumbled. "And two bastards in your belly in payment. I almost don't mind losing to you at this rate, Lois Lane. You impress me as few human women have ever done."

Lois eyed the table, the piles of chips, and felt her own pussy, gaping and oozing demon jizz into the chair. She could feel a tension in the air, similar to when Blaze had first dealt the cards. The sense of...things at stake. The reporter kept her mouth shut

"You know, we might go back and forth all night...you winning a hand, I winning a hand, shuffling chips back and forth...but I wonder...if you're up to the ultimate challenge." Blaze reached over, casually, and moved the final two soul chips to the center of the table.

The reporter's heart skipped a beat.

"Double the stakes?" Lois said, to make sure she had it right. Her fingers left the bottle to grasp the two remaining chips representing her uninseminated eggs. "You know I haven't cum yet. Seems like I might be at a disadvantage."

Blaze grinned. "Double the stakes—but on a tie, you win."

Lois nodded at the flaccid member. "Are you sure you can get it up again?"

The shemale succubus grinned wider...and the cock rose to attention, suddenly and terribly erect, as though it had only been playing possum. The human woman caught her breath at sudden stiffness, but she had to admit.

"Before you agree," Blaze rumbled. "I think, having lost twice...and conceded you the victory in case of a tie...that you shouldn't begrudge me an opportunity to make this an interesting contest for the both of us."

Lois raised an eyebrow, wary but, despite herself, somewhat intrigued.

"What did you have in mind?"

The scarlet shemale gestured at her ruby rod—which seemed to be swelling, not getting longer, but definitely fatter. Lois was about to protest...the dick was almost twice as wide now, and would split her in two...when she noticed something weird about the head. The single, well-defined purple helmet was now a bloated, bulbous thing with a double ridge...and as the cock swelled it became more defined, almost heart-shaped...and Lois saw that it was actually dividing, slowly, like the monstrous member of Siamese Twins joined together.

And when Lois realized that, she knew then what was happened...and drank her water thirstily, because she knew she was in for a challenge. The demonic dick was splitting, right down the middle, like some obscene highschool science video on the wonders of cell duplication. By the time the reporter had drained the bottle dry, the process was complete...and two stiff shafts stood, swaying gently above the demon's crimson orbs.

"What do you say, Lois?" Blaze whispered. "Double the stakes?"

Lois stood—legs no longer wobbly. She threw her head back, chest out, mustering as much dignity as she could. "Yes, I accept. But you forgot one thing—the orifices. And since you've chosen your weapons...I'll chose mine."

What Does Lois Choose?

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