High

Lois stared at the painted royalty on her card. A jack was fairly high...and the reporter stared at her breasts, bigger than her head, and resting on the felt of the table. Things were happening inside of her breasts. The reporter could feel the wetness at her nipples, and knew that if she reached out to touch them, they would be dripping.

This is the game you came to play, Lane, Lois told herself. Either you win, and get fucked, or you lose and get REALLY fucked.

"High," the reporter said.

Blaze nodded, and cut the deck.

"On three," the demon said, her face perfectly composed. "One...two...three."

Lois: J♥

Blaze: 8♣

"Well," the scarlet succubus said. "You win. The women's souls are free...and it's time to cash in my winnings."

The reporter swallowed. Inspiration struck her, born from desperation.

"Wait!" she said. "I want to play one more game."

The demon tilted her head slightly. The pure white eyes stared out, impossible to read.

"Let me guess—if you win, you want me to cancel your debt to me."

"That's right," the busty reporter said. Her heart hammered in her chest, which was currently buried under masses of tit-flesh, but she strove to look cool.

"And if I win—you will owe me double," the demon smiled wickedly. "You will bear me beautiful and terrifying children, Lois Lane, and I will take my time and pleasure fucking them into you."

"Agreed," Lois said. She took a deep breath, shifting her breasts a little...a process which involved both hands. "Same game."

Blaze shuffled the cards. Held the deck out so that Lois could cut them. The reporter took a breath and looked:

9♠