Epilogue: An Unexpected Proposal

Monday morning hit Lois Lane like an 18-wheeler with the break line cut, hurtling down a steep slope. She staggered into the bathroom and washed her face. Her panties were stiff with dried cum, her pussy was sore...and the reporter didn't bother to take them off before she washed into the shower. In the hot water and the steam, she pieced together the weekend.

Surrogacy. Pregnant. Demon girlfriend. Dickgirlfriend. Spending the next couple of days in bed, barely getting out for meals. That final kiss goodbye. Lois could still taste it on her lips.

It all seemed so surreal. Like something that had happened to somebody else. She could hardly believe that she had said and done those things.

As the hot water and steam ran over her, the reporter peeled off her crusty panties. Her pubes were a mess, her labia pink and raw-looking. Lois blearily grabbed for the safety razor she normally used on her legs, and began to clear the wet jizz-globs entwined in her little black forest. Normally, Lois hated to shave herself smooth—it made her feel like a prepubescent teenager—but there was no help for it. Blaze hadn't managed to get all of her spunk in the reporter's cunny...

The blade almost slipped as the shock of that thought ran through her. She was pregnant. Or probably. Lois couldn't remember exactly how many times they'd fucked, but she'd taken several loads into her pussy, and she wasn't on birth control...it was one thing in the heat of the moment to be asked to be knocked up, and something else again to consider it in the hard light of day.

Carefully, Lois rinsed the blade in the spray from the showerhead, and finished the job.

"Okay, Lane," she told herself out loud as she toweled off. "So you're probably knocked up. And you have a demonic dickgirl lover. That's okay. You can work with that. It's not like Superman was just going to fly down and—"

There was a knock at the balcony. Lois Lane's brow furrowed. She was twenty stories up, and the balcony opened out onto the street. Wrapping herself in a towel, Lois peeked out of the bathroom.

It was Superman.

Lois Lane's jaw dropped. The towel followed shortly thereafter. Superman's smile grew a little wider.

"Superman!" Lois said, scrabbling to pick up the wet towel. "What are you...I wasn't expecting..."

Desperately trying to cover herself, the reporter half hopped, half-tripped over to the sliding glass door of the balcony and opened it. The Man of Steel, his red cape snapping in the wind, stepped inside.

"Hello, Lois," he was taller than Lois by a head, those shoulders broad and muscular as a linebacker's, but they narrowed down to a slim waist like a bodybuilder. "I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I...had a bit of a revelation last night."

He reached out and grabbed her right hand, taking it in both of his. Lois struggled to hold her towel up with her left arm, only now aware that the towel wasn't quite big enough to cover her nipples and her freshly-shaven pussy. The reporter's face flushed with embarrassment.

The most powerful man on the plan dropped down to one knee.

"Lois Lane," he said, those big blue eyes staring at her earnestly. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh...oh wow," the reporter swallowed. "This is..I..."

It was a nightmare. How many nights had Lois Lane dreamed of just this moment? Of Superman asking her to be his? Lonely nights spent imagining herself curled up in those powerful arms, his mighty cock splitting her in two. All the dreams she had given up on only a couple days ago, when Blaze had offered for Lois to carry her baby.

The door slammed open. Lois Lane's heart sank. The towel slipped, exposing the reporter's right breast. She looked guiltily over her shoulder.

Angelica Blaze was back. Paper bags of Chik-Fil-A in one hand, cups of Starbucks coffee in the other. She was in human form, the dark eyes hidden by sunglasses, long legs in torn jeans, a ripped t-shirt making her passably decent despite the fact that the dickgirl obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Angie stopped in her tracks and the sunglasses slid down her nose. Lois gulped as she saw the pure white eyes of the demon staring at the tableaux before her.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Lois said. The reporter turned back to Superman. "You see...I went out to this club..."

The Man of Steel wasn't listening. He was staring past Lois.

"Blaze!"

"Kryptonian."

In half a heartbeat, Blaze had put the food on the table. There was a shimmer, like hot air rippling above a highway in the middle of summer, and Blaze was back in her demon form, dark horns curling up from her brow, skin blood-red. As tall as Superman, in her heels, and Lois could almost feel the air crackle between the two superhumans.

"Demon, if you've harmed her—"

"Little man, I've done things to her this weekend you couldn't dream of—"

"Time out!" The naked reporter took a stand between them. The towel lay on the floor, absolutely forgotten, and Lois Lane's heart was hammering against her chest as she stood there, utterly bareass with an empty palm pointed at each of them.

"Please," she said, looking back and forth from Blaze to Superman. Her nose twitched as she smelled the chicken biscuits. "No fighting. Okay? Let's just all sit down and have breakfast and...talk?"

Alien and demon stared at each other...and then Blaze defiantly pulled a chair away from the table and sat down. Lois looked at Superman, who was standing now, fists clenched...and they slowly opened. The reporter sighed, grabbed his wrist, and half-pulled him toward the table. They sat down, Blaze and Superman on opposite sides, Lois to Blaze's right and Superman's left. The reporter opened up the bag. Fortunately, there were three chicken biscuits.

"I thought you might be hungry," Angelica grumbled by way of explanation.

Which was just as well, as Superman wasn't hungry.

In between bites, Lois explained her...situation. Neither Blaze or the Man of Steel said much. The demon contented herself with sipping her coffee. Superman ate and drank nothing. At one point, he turned to stare at Lois...his gaze drifted downward, through the tabletop. Then he said, as Lois took a bite of her biscuit:

"You are pregnant."

Blaze smiled. There was a certain smugness there. The Man of Steel leaned forward.

"My offer still stands."

Lois blinked, swallowed. "What?"

"I still want to marry you," the hero said. "It doesn't matter if you're pregnant."

Angelica growled. "How dare you..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you going marry her?"

"Yes!" Blaze slammed her fist on the table. She turned to the reporter. "Lois! My love! Be my bride!"

The reporter put the empty biscuit wrapper on the table...and reached for the next one. She had a tendency to eat when she was stressed, and this situation definitely qualified.

"Look. Both of you. I don't even know if I want to get married. To anybody," Lois took a big bite of the chicken biscuit and chewed it mechanically. Aware that no matter what she said, somebody's heart was getting broken. "This is just...all so sudden. I mean, I dreamed for years of Superman asking me to marry him, and then that didn't happen, and when Blaze made her...offer...and we already agreed that we'd be monogamous." Lois sighed. "It made so much sense at the time, and now...I don't know what to do."

They sat there, the tension palpable.

"Lois," Superman said softly. "I'm sorry to have put you in this situation. If you want me to go, I'll go. If Blaze is who makes you happy..."

"I am who makes her cum, Kryptonian," the demon spat. Then she too looked at Lois. "Sweetmeat...I have held up every part of our bargain. I have not played you false, nor will I. This turn is unexpected, but...if you truly wish to be with him..."

Her nails clicked on the table. Lois had never seen the demon, normally so composed and confident, fidget before.

"I will hold you to the word, if not the spirit, of our agreement. You will still bear my child, but I will not require you to...be faithful. That is the limit of my nature."

Lois Lane laid the second wrapper down. Her stomach felt stuffed. Overfull. Her heart felt like a hole in her chest, a void that was eating through her. She knew she had to give them an answer. But what would it be?