End: "...I know I can't keep you."

Something wet hit Lois Lane's face. Her eyes widened as she saw the tears streaming from Mercy Graves' eyes. The bodyguard's hips were slamming up and down on the reporter's cock, but for that one moment, Mercy dropped all the masks that hid the turmoil of emotions she must normally hide...and staring into that face, that crying woman humping her dick like it was the last she would ever have, touched Lois in a way that she didn't think it would.

"You're...you're not a prisoner here, Lane," Mercy said as she regained some measure of composure. "I'm not going to hold you here against your will. You wanted out of there, a place to hide for tonight...that's all I'm asking for. I'm not...I won't..."

The muscular woman took a long, ragged breath. Her pussy was like a vise, squeezing Lois so hard that Lois cried out a little, afraid the woman was going to squeeze it off. For a minute Mercy just sat there, running through her kegel exercises, and Lois felt that terrible pressure building at the base of her dick...yet staring at this woman, this fellow human being, obviously going through such emotional distress made Lois wish that she could reach up and give her a hug.

Instead, Lois came inside of her.

The reporter's hips bucked on automatic pilot, the climax came faster than Lois could realize or stop. She grunted, her cock pushing deep upwards, and a fiery line of jism traveled the length of her unnatural prick to explode out the end, deep inside Mercy Graves. Though the reporter hadn't consciously intended to it, her body's instincts had pushed it as near to the woman's womb as Lois could get.

Mercy must have realized it too. Still impaled on the reporter's dick, she reached up to undo Lois Lane's bonds.

"Thanks, Lane," she said...then remembered what the reporter had said. "Lois, I mean. I know that was...I've just been alone, a long time, you know? It's so hard to be alone, especially when you're surrounded by other people. Unable to connect with anyone. I know it's a long shot, I just thought that if I had...if I had a baby, then maybe I'd have someone I could love and that would love me."

The chains clanked softly as they came off. Mercy Graves sat on the reporter's erection, which still hadn't gone down. The reporter looked up at the bodyguard as if seeing her for the first time...

"You know," Lois said. "We still have the rest of the night. If you want to...I'm willing to...keep trying."

Mercy's eyes grew wide.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Let's say," Lois said, as she reached over and laid a bare hand on the bodyguard's hard abs, "That for tonight at least, I'm willing to do you...as many times as it takes."

The thumb slid down to press against Mercy's clit. The tough-as-nails bodyguard made a little GLEEP sound that made Mercy cover her mouth with both hands, and brought a smile to Lois Lane's face.

"Besides. I don't think you've cum yet...and that just won't do."

Lois Lane didn't know how this would play out in the long term. If Mercy Graves would actually get pregnant, what that would mean for them in the weeks, months, even years ahead. Or even whether this cock was a permanent addition to her anatomy. Yet what she did know is that when she needed it most, Mercy Graves had taken a risk to help her...and now, she was going to help Mercy Graves.

Good and hard.