End: Go With Wonder Woman

Laying limp, Lois Lane looked on as her Amazon bride-to-be carefully and methodically punched a hole through the walls of their prison. She watched the tight, muscular ass work, the broad back, the breasts jiggling...it was far from the worst bit of entertainment she had ever had. Although it made her wonder what she had been thinking to try and fight the princess of the Amazons.

Her poor pussy throbbed painfully, but somehow Lois couldn't feel herself leak at all. If anything, that sense of fullness was increasing. The reporter thought about Diana's claims of Amazon motile eggs, and wondering if right now they were slipping through the entrance to her cervix, seeking out her eggs, implanting themselves in her womb. She really hoped that "hundred daughters" had been hyperbole...but watching the superhuman strength that Diana displayed, the reporter somehow knew that she was going to find out first-hand.

God help me, I don't care if I am pregnant, the reporter thought. Because the sex is amazing.

"Alright! We have an exit," Wonder Woman smiled down at Lois. "I'll be right back."

"You're taking me with you," The reporter said. She stretched up her arms, not sure she liked being the Amazon's shoulder-candy, but not seeing a lot of options. "You're not leaving me here."

"It could be dangerous..." Diana hedged.

"The safest place for me and the babies is right by you."

Diana couldn't argue with that. Which was good, because Lois was too fucked-out to argue with anything. Wonder Woman gently lifted her mate up, and the impregnated reporter lounged on the naked Amazon's shoulder as they went down a dark corridor...and on into their next adventure.

The reporter kept her eyes open and her mouth shut as the Amazon crept through the darkness, avoiding unnecessary fights, stealing them clothes. With quiet intelligence, the statuesque warrior woman mapped out the underground complex of the cult—ears open as she identified where the cult was holding its captive women, their criminal plots. Lois absorbed it all, and also was fascinated by the way Diana worked. Was she avoiding fights to minimize the danger to Lois? Or was this always how she went about her missions?

Not that Wonder Woman was afraid of ****. When she had to take out a pair of guards, she was swift and economical, a blur of movement, slipping those strong arms into sleeper holds, checking to make sure her opponents were breathing after they went limp in her grasp, setting them down with great care. Stern, strong, but caring...Lois wondered if she would be as good as that as a mother...

It was hard not to think of that future. Lois could feel her strength come back little by little, but she could feel other things too. Her stomach felt bloated, uncomfortably full, and though she knew it was impossible the reporter almost swore she saw the barest bloat to her flat belly. Of course, if she did have multiple embryos implanted in her, she would start showing sooner than normal...but how many would she have to have in her to be showing after only an hour.

At last Lois felt herself able to stand, though her legs were weak, and they hustled into the shrine chamber...from the direction that Lois Lane had not taken before. There was a ceremony in process, and the wild-eyed priestess with the dark hair, naked save for stripes of white paint down her dark limbs and over her small breasts and muscular stomach, holding aloft the golden lasso before the assembled crowd of robed cultists.

"Stay here, darling," Diana whispered, and knelt down to give Lois a quick kiss on the lips. "Won't be a minute."

Then the Amazon was striding forward, pushing through the crowd—a few of them made the mistake of trying to fight her, but it was like trying to wrestle a rhino. You break bones, and the rhino likes it. Dark thunder flashed from the priestesses' fingertips, and then the real battle began...

For a fleeting moment, as fleeing cultists streamed past her away from the magical catfight, Lois Lane eyed the stairs. There was escape that way. Escape from a lot of things, if she wanted. The reporter thought about going up the stairs, losing herself in the crowd...it probably wasn't too late for Plan B. She hadn't actually married Diana in any legal or religious ceremony. A few steps would take her up and away, back to the life she knew, and no one would be the wiser.

A hiss of pain brought Lois back to reality. The priestess had both hands pointed at Diana, black lightning arching out from her palms. The Amazon had her arms crossed in front of her, but without her bracers Lois could see that the ivory skin was beginning to burn, the dark energies were coursing through her statuesque body, highlighting her skeleton as it ground out against the floor...and Lois Lane moved, aching legs pumping hard.

"You will be a sacrifice, Amazonian who—"

The crack of the gravid idol against her head ended the priestess' taunt. Stone fragments showered the naked women as she collapsed onto the floor. Lois leaned against the low altar, panting from the exertion of lifting up the heavy idol with its monstrously pregnant belly and bringing it back down on the priestess' head.

Wonder Woman was there in a trice, kneeling by the reporter's side, eyes wide with concern. Ignoring her own wounds, she asked.

"Lois! Are you okay?"

"Fine," Lois said. She laughed, and pointed to the broken statue. In the hollow belly were the Amazon princess' tiara, bracers, and costumes. "Found your gear."

"So you did," Wonder Woman bent forward to steal another kiss—and Lois grabbed her face and pressed her lips against the other woman's hard. Her tongue slipped into the Amazon's mouth, and she felt the tremble of excitement run through that great muscular frame.

Lois broke the kiss with a smile. "Get dressed. Free the women. Call the cops. Then..."

The reporter smiled. "...I want you to take me back to my apartment and fuck me so hard you'll have to call my work and tell them your fiancé can't move without help and has to take the week off so that we can plan the wedding."

Diana grinned, and began to shed her borrowed clothes.

Lois Lane watched, her heart fluttering. Right then and there, a hundred daughters didn't seem like a bad thing at all.