End: Quintuplets

The doctor turned the screen to show Lois Lane the sonogram.

"We've got five fetal heartbeats. I'd estimate you're about twenty-four weeks pregnant. Early third semester."

Lois Lane's jaw dropped. "Five!? Quints!"

The doctor coughed gently. "In cases of surprise pregnancy, there are options..."

The reporter shut her mouth. Her lips formed a firm line. "No."

Zatanna interrupted. "It doesn't have to be abortion...I could try to redirect the fetuses to...other hosts. Women trying to get pregnant."

Lois sighed. "I need to think about this."

"Of course," the doctor said, putting the sensor away.

"I'll see if I can trace the aura for whoever pointed this conjuration at you," Zatanna said.

The pregnant reporter stayed where she was, staring at the screen. The five little grey-white blobs. According to Zatanna, they were...sent through time. Were they really her babies at all? There didn't seem to be any answer to that. Her hand came to rest on the swollen abdomen...six months pregnant with quintuplets had her bigger than some women got during their entire pregnancies...and she felt, very alone.

Except she wasn't.

Superman walked up slowly to the bed, stood beside her to stare at the screen. Instinctively, she brought up her hand, and just as naturally he clasped it. Warm, strong, solid.

"I want kids," Lois said. "I mean, I always thought I would have kids, someday. Just...thought they would be mine."

His head turned to look at her swollen stomach.

"I don't want to...influence your decision," He said. "I don't know much about magic. But I have x-ray vision, microscopic vision...I can read DNA. I've just taken a look at the embryos: they are all yours."

She looked up at him, hand gripping his tighter. "What?"

"All five of them...they have your DNA. Like clones. Flesh of your flesh."

Her heart skipped a beat.

Superman knelt down on one knee. Tall as he was, that almost put their eyes level with one another. The reporter stared into those sky-blue eyes...and there was something in his expression that Lois couldn't read. It was like how her grandparents had looked at each other.

"Lois...you know I care for you. For a long time. I hesitated to say anything because...well, I'm an alien. I may look human, but I'm not, not really. I don't...I don't know if I can have children, with human women. I didn't want to deny you the chance for a family. But if you are intent on seeing this pregnancy through...to raise these children..." He rubbed her hand. "You don't have to do it alone. Maybe...we can be a family. Together."

The reporter felt her chest tighten. The tips of her fingers and toes tingled, palms suddenly sweaty.

"Superman...are you asking me to marry you?"

He cracked a smile. "I guess I am."

Lois licked her lips. "Before I answer...I have a couple of questions."

"Always the interviewer," his smile widened, though she could see the anxiety in him.

"You said you can't have children...have you tried?"

The Man of Steel, the alien demigod, actually blushed a little.

"If you're asking if I've been with any women sexually...no."

"But you could...right? All the right equipment?" Lois was blushing too...but more than that, she could feel the dampness in her pussy. She had masturbated so furiously earlier, but she hadn't finished, and now that everyone else was gone her wet ass pussy was reminding her of the fact that it was feeling very neglected.

"I am...anatomically correct," he said, blushing a little harder, not sure where this was going.

"Show me," she said, eyes narrowing.

"What?"

"Pull down your pants. There's no one else here to see, and if we do get married, I'll see it anyway. Show me your cock."

There was something about the way he stood up. Shoulders like a linebacker squared. He let her hand go for a moment to pull at the little red shorts, and the blue pants underneath that. The pregnant reporter got a glimpse of the hard, flat abdomen, a trail of dark hair...and then he pulled his pants down to the top of the thigh, and a cock came into view.

Even limp, it made Lois Lane's mouth water. It wasn't huge...she somehow knew that he wouldn't have a baseball bat hidden inside those skin-tight pants...but it was as thick as her wrist, circumcized so the great pink head was bare, and the hairy balls underneath looked larger than average. Without permission, she reached out to touch it...and he didn't pull back.

It was warm, and soft to the touch. Her hand slid underneath and lifted it up, surprised at the weight...and perhaps surprised to, as she saw it start to swell, curving distinctly upward, getting long and even thicker, the blue veins standing out from the pale skin, the testicles drawing up in their sack. Lois ran her thumb along the underside, feeling the silky-soft underbelly that traced the urethra, and realized that she was breathing in and out through her mouth, face flushed, nipples hard, pussy soaking...

She **** herself to look up in his eyes.

"Make love to me," Lois told Superman.

He blinked. Hesitated.

"It won't hurt the babies. I just...I need to feel you in me. I need to know."

It took, a bit of arranging. Eventually, they settled for Superman lying on the bed, his stiff cock pointed upwards, and the pregnant reporter sat on top of him, her exposed belly and leaking breasts facing him. Straddling his hips, she lowered herself down, the rigid prick pushing easily into the hot, wet, sex...and Lois Lane sighed as she felt her weight settle, the cock deep inside of her.

Growing up had meant a certain amount of disillusionment for Lois Lane. She knew she would never fall in love like The Princess Bride, that sex was great but it would never be PERFECT. At that moment though, as Superman's dick seemed to hit all the right points inside of her, with her palms resting on his washboard abs, as he stared at her like she was some goddess of old that had seduced the hero...Lois realized she felt like a young woman again. The cock was stretching her pussy; she balanced herself on his balls with a wet squelch, and drew his hands up to grab her milk-swollen breasts.

"Are you really okay with this?" Lois said. "I mean, you could have anyone you wanted. Wonder Woman. Power Girl. Supermodels."

"I don't want them," he said, as his hands explored her breasts. "Lois...I want you. I love you."

Lois sniffed. Stupid, happy tears fell down over her cheeks.

"Okay," she managed when she could talk again, her hips grinding. "I'll marry you."

Though neither Lois Lane or Superman knew it, their gentle lovemaking foiled the dastardly plot that the demon Blaze had woven around Lois Lane's night out. Because where the devil had sought to drive a wedge between the two...she had just **** them together. Not how they would have in some other world, some other timeline; but together at least and at last.