End: Double or Nothing

Blaze smiled as Lois took her seat.

"Still game, Lois? I can go all night, you know. Plow your pregnant pussy until the morning light..."

The demon let the thought trail off. Lois sat calm and collected, game face on. Without a sigh or a word, the demon resumed her seat across from her. Instinctively, the slim red hands reached for the deck and began to shuffle.

Frrrp, the cards slid against each other as Blaze bridged her fingers.

Frrrp, the two women eyed each other across the table, neither budging an inch.

Frrrp...

"Blackjack. Double or nothing." Lois Lane's voice rang out across the table, strong and assured.

Blaze stopped shuffling, gathering the cards into a neat pile for the deal.

"Just so I understand you—if I win, I get to double the babies in your belly. Quadruplets."

Lois nodded.

"And if you win—all four women get their souls back."

Lois nodded again.

A tight-lipped smile cracked Blaze's poker face.

"Very well."

The reporter's heart thundered in her chest as Blaze dealt the cards. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her giddy, but she kept it cool...even her hands felt steady. One card face-down in front of each of them, then one card face up...

Lois: (?) 7♥

Blaze: (?) 3♣

The human woman peeked at her card. The 10♦ stared back at her. Seventeen.

"Pass." Lois said. Blaze raised an eyebrow...and flipped over a card for herself.

The Ace of Spades sat next to the 3 of Clubs. That was four or fourteen showing on the board. Lois felt a bead of sweat roll down her neck. Whatever Blaze had, it had to be less than 7 or 8 or more...if it was a seven, then she'd have 21 and declare her victory. If it was a ten or a face card, she'd be sitting at 14, and Lois would win. But if it was a 3, 4, 5, or 6...then Lois had lost.

The two women stared at their cards on the table, calculating the odds. Finally, Blaze looked a challenge at Lois: "Dealer stands."

It was the moment of crisis. To take a hit was to risk going bust. To not take a hit was to risk losing. But Lois knew she had come too far.

"Hit me," she whispered.

The bottom seemed to fall out of Lois' stomach as the card hit the table. The 5 of Spades. Quietly, Lois flipped her card over. Twenty-two. She had gone bust.

"If it makes you feel any better, Blaze said quietly, "it was the correct play."

Lois: 10♦ 7♥ 5♠

Blaze: 5♥ 3♣ A♠

Nineteen. Blaze had her beat either way. Mustering whatever strength was left within her, Lois stood up and walked around the table.

"Well...let's get this over with."

The demon flashed that half-smile, and laid a hand on Lois Lane's lower abdomen. "You are a woman of your word, Lois Lane. I admire that. What if I...offered a way for us both to get what we want?"

The reporter stared down at the inscrutable smile.

"I'm listening," she said after a long moment.

"The four women you came here to save—they are already dead. **** overdoses, accidents. I told you they played for enhancements, and that's true...but the deal was that when they died, their souls came to me."

Images flashed through Lois' mind—bimbos, unrecognizable for their swollen lips and tits, tattoos and blond hair, laying dead on the slab. Overdoses, erotic adventures gone wrong. Blood oozing from nostrils, bone piercing perfect breasts.

Two of Blaze's fingers rested on Lois' belly button, and began to trail slowly south.

"But we have a problem too. You see, children born of a demon and a human...they're soulless," the fingers split just above Lois' clitoris, trailing down either edge of her labia. "But we have four souls here...and you're going to be pregnant with four embryos..."

Lois swallowed. It wasn't much of a choice at all.

"What do we do?"

Blaze reached out with her free hand and scooped the four soul chips into her palm. "Our children are small spiritual voids right now. Any soul that gets close will be sucked into them, and that will be their next incarnation. All we have to do is get...close." The smile widened, showing teeth. "Lay down on the table. And spread your legs."

The green felt was warm and itchy under Lois Lane's back. With two fingers, Blaze gently spread the reporter's labia, revealing her pink tunnel, still gooey with the demon's cum. Lois closed her eyes to block out the light up above.

It isn't that different from a trip to the gynecologist, really. She told herself. I can just tell everyone I opted for in vitro fertilization. That's almost the truth.

The small marble chip was hard and cold, but not too big. Blaze pushed it forward gently with her fingers, the cold hard object going deep inside of Lois...and deeper still. The reporter did her best to relax, to take herself away from it all...until Blaze withdrew her fingers to put the second chip in.

Lois could feel the weight and presence of them, slowly increasing as each chip was added. She wondered if that was what it was like, to experience pregnancy. just the weight and presence inside of her, growing every day... She hardly noticed when Blaze withdrew her fingers for the last time.

"Now what do...oh." The reporter stared down the length of her body. The demonic shemale's throbbing erection hovering a hair over her pussy. It was harder than she had ever seen it, the purple veins rigid and throbbing.

"Don't worry, Lois," Blaze said as she positioned her cock at the entrance to the woman's cunt. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

The demon set her tip—just the tip—into the entrance of Lois's vaginal canal. The reporter couldn't say she was feeling very aroused at the moment, but there was a terrible heat within in...like her insides were melting. Her whole tunnel seemed to itch, and she remembered how when Blaze bottomed out, the tip had painfully grazed her cervix...and now there were four soul-chips in the way.

Blaze placed her hands on the felt table on either side of Lois...and rammed her entire cock home in one smooth sweep. The reporter's pussy offered almost no resistance at all, welcoming that familiar cock home in a single slick swish down the well-lubed canal. Lois could feel the cock slam into the chips, because the shock of it sent them right up against her cervix—there was a brief, terrible pain that shot through Lois' body, and for a moment the lights went out...

Lois awoke naked on the card table, in the dark, windowless room beneath the club. She took a deep breath, and then another. There was no pain. No Blaze. All alone in the dark, the echo of the pounding music from the club above distant and tinny.

She laid one hand to rest on her stomach, thinking about what she had gambled for. Maybe someday, she would tell her daughters about her one wild night, when she had played cards with the devil...and won.