Texas Hold 'Em

The demon raised one perfect eyebrow but shuffled the cards.

"Just the two of us," Blaze dropped back into her poker-voice, smooth and controlled.

"We won't muck about much with blinds, just bets." Lois nodded. "After all, we both know what we want."

The demon stopped shuffling and passed the deck silently to the middle of the table. Lois cut the cards.

"Yes," the scarlet succubus said, staring at Lois' new cock. "We do."

Lois tossed a chip into the middle of the table. A scarlet slit stared up at her, perfect and serene, darkening toward the center line. Blaze tossed in her own chip, on which was marked the reporter's cock and balls, soft for the moment but potent with potential.

Two cards each, face down. Lois peeked at hers.

Lois: (5♦ 6♥)

Blaze: (? ?)

Not an auspicious start...but no sense going low at this stage. Lois picked up the two soul chips she had won—purchased, really—from Blaze over the course of their games. She tossed them both in the pot.

"That's a rich bet." Blaze tapped her own chips.

"We're playing for keeps." The reporter reminded her.

The demon nodded and passed in the two remaining soul chips. All four missing women were at stake here—it was all or nothing. Just the thought of it made Lois' heart pound a little quicker.

With casual grace, Blaze picked up the top card and tossed it aside. Tradition. Slim red fingers moving swiftly, she laid out the flop, lining them up between them on the green felt.

Lois: (5♦ 6♥)

7♥ 9♣ Q♦

Blaze: (? ?)

The reporter's heart beat quicker. It wasn't a great flop for her—possibility of a straight, but the odds were just as good for Blaze. Not even a pair, no chance of a flush. Odds of getting trips were damn slim...and the demon across from her could have anything. A pair of twos would be better than what Lois had right now, or even a single Queen. In any other game, she would play it safe, fold, bide her time...but there was too much at stake.

Grabbing the two uninseminated egg chips remaining, Lois dropped them in the pile. Blaze stared at them, and for a moment the human shemale thought she saw the demon woman swallow. Scarlet fingers held up the chips representing the two fertilized eggs.

"You realize, I can't do anything about their...condition?" Blaze asked.

"Oh, I know how I like my eggs." Lois let a smile slip into her poker face. "Truth be told, I was thinking I'd like a big family...if someone else were to carry them."

This time, Blaze did swallow...but she pushed the chips into the pile.

Another card was burned, placed over to the side. Then came the turn...

Lois: (5♦ 6♥)

7♥ 9♣ Q♦ K♠

Blaze: (? ?)

Lois stared at the demonic figure of the king, holding his black shaft. No good for her. If anything, her hopes were dwindling with each card. She needed an eight to make a straight—a five or a six to make a pair. Anything else and she was cooked...but she had come too far already if she folded now she'd lose everything...or almost everything...

"Table stakes..." Lois muttered. Her hands clutched a chip, trying to imagine what she had that Blaze might want...and pushed it to the center of the table.

On the chip was Lois' naked body. All of it, hunched over in the chair, elbows on the felt. Blaze took a breath...and put her own chip next to it.

"This is...beyond what we've bet before." The demon said. "Whoever wins will be able to do whatever they like with the loser's body. No holes barred. No saying no. This is ownership."

Lois nodded. "Just deal."

The final card set aside and burned, and then the river...

Lois: (5♦ 6♥)

7♥ 9♣ Q♦ K♠ 8♠

Blaze: (? ?)

The reporter struggled to keep the exhilaration off of her face. Her straight had come in. There weren't enough cards of a suit for Blaze to have a flush, no pairs on the board so a full house and four of a kind was out...the only thing that Blaze could have to beat her was a higher straight...

Lois tapped her fingers on the felt. There was everything on the board that Lois could want from Blaze, and nothing else she wanted to lose. The reporter stared across the felt at her opponent-cum-lover, wondering what hard math was going through the demon's head.

"Check," the reporter said...and the demon smiled. Something a little sad and sultry.

"No, Lois," the succubus tut-tutted. "That isn't the game. Besides which, there's at least one more thing of yours I want."

The human felt a chip under her finger. She looked down at a circle of marble, inscribed with her own name. "My soul?"

"It's only fair," Blaze held up a disc of black marble, inscribed with golden letters. "I'm betting mine."

Lois nodded, reluctantly moving her chip into the kitty in the center of the table. She managed to keep her hand steady, but in truth, her heart was beating a mile a mine, palms and the soles of her feet suddenly sweaty. This was for everything...if she lost, not only would the women still be enslaved...but Blaze would own her body and soul...forever...

"Showdown," Lois whispered. "You bet on the river...so show your cards."