Epilogue: Back To The Scene Of The Crime

Lois Lane stood in the empty space that had, last night, been a medical lab. Now, every scrap of furniture had been removed. It could have been anything. She kicked at a pile of broken glass. All of the bulbs had been pulled out of the sockets and shattered. Clark Kent played his flashlight around the four corners of the room.

"Are you sure..." he asked.

"It was right here, Clark," Lois held her head. "I swear, when I left my apartment last night, I wasn't pregnant. Then this morning, and..."

She bit her lip. Punched a wall in frustration. Clark was there in a moment, his hands on her shoulders.

"Thanks, Smallville," she said. "I just...I know something happened last night. I just can't remember it...and I couldn't be pregnant, even if something had happened! It makes no sense."

"If you don't want to keep it," he said quietly. "You know there are ways to take care of it. Discreet, relatively simple. I'll go with you to the pharmacy if you need me to. There's no shame in that, Lois. Many pregnancies miscarry. If the time isn't right..."

"Clark..." Lois let her shoulders sag and rubbed her arms. "You're a good friend. Thanks for coming with me. But it's more than just me being inexplicably knocked up, there's a mystery here, and I..."

The reporter stopped. She thought of something.

"Do you have a UV light?"

He did.

"You're better than Batman," Lois said as he played the deep bluish-purple light over the floor...and Lois smiled as she saw the whitish glowing splatter on one part of the floor. She knelt down and pointed.

"Look! This is where some semen spilled out..."

Clark Kent said nothing...but he didn't disagree with Lois either. He focused on another corner of the floor...a little crack. While Lois was focused on the cum that had spilled out, he carefully peeled away a tile with strength that would have surprised the reporter if she had seen it, and rescued a small piece of paper.

"Lois," he said. "Look at this."

It was a paper label, printed on one side, the kind that might have graced a sperm sample...complete with a LexCorp logo, a donor name, a number. Lois smiled.

"Fantastic...this is proof! Evidence! There was a lab here! Something did happen! I didn't..."

Lois swayed. With surprising speed, he pulled the label out of the way as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter leaned over and spewed. A thin, yellow bile spilled out from her mouth, and she leaned against Clark Kent's big arm for support as she emptied her guts onto the floor. Clark Kent waited until she was done, then pressed his handkerchief to her mouth.

"I saw a bathroom down the hall," he said. "Let's go and let you wash out your mouth..."

"Can't...can't be morning sickness," Lois said. She moved slowly as Clark Kent guided her toward the hallway. "It's only been...a night..."

"In a normal pregnancy, you wouldn't show positive on a pregnancy test so soon either," Clark said. "I hate to say this, but you might have to face the possibility that you're looking at a metahuman pregnancy."

Lois clutched his arm tighter. "Metahuman..." she panted. "Yeah. Lex Luthor. Why would he got for regular human pregnancies when he could use metahumans? But where would...where would he get the sperm..."

Clark moved slowly, letting Lois set the pace as they walked to the restroom. It was the women's room, but he didn't feel any compulsion of opening the door and helping Lois to the sink.

"There's been considerable advancements in the biological sciences," he said. "I've heard how some cells can be made to turn into sperm or eggs...maybe he found a biological sample, and managed to make sperm samples."

Lois knelt at the sink and let the water run. With cupped hands, she washed her mouth out...then gulped thirstily. She was wearing her normal pleated skirt today, and bent over like this the reporter was almost acutely aware of Clark Kent deliberately not looking at her ass. The reporter panted as strange urges moved through her body—hormones surging inside of her.

"Clark," she said, as she raised her face to look at him. "You've been a tremendous help to me...and you've always been a dear friend. I don't like to impose on you...but I need you to do me a favor."

"Of course, Lois," he said. "What do you need?"

She reached back...up and under her skirt...and pulled her panties down her thighs.

"I...really...need some relief," she said. "It has to be the pregnancy hormones, but I'm suddenly so...I'm...Great Caesar's ghost, Smallville, I need you to make love to me. Right now."

He swallowed...and suddenly he was every inch the Kansas farmboy, totally at a loss as what to do.

"Lois...I...I mean, if you're under the effects of..."

She flipped up her skirt, flashing her pussy. A thin drop of wetness hung down from the slit.

"Please, Clark. Don't make me beg. It's not like...like you can get me pregnant..." Lois huffed, reached between her legs, and started to rub at her clit. She couldn't believe how quickly the heat had come over her. She felt burning up. **** for something, anything inside of her.

There was the sound of a zipper descending.

Lois smiled and moaned gladly as she felt his hard manhood press against her cunny.

"I wish...I wish it had been you..." she moaned.

He pushed forward, hard enough to slam the tops of Lois Lane's thighs into the edge of the sink. Clark Kent was a big man, a head taller than Lois, broad of shoulder and heavy of muscle. His dick speared into her like a bar of steel, harder than anything Lois had ever felt, with the quiet power that suggested he could have easily broken her in half. For the first time, Lois appreciated how much Clark must have to restrain himself every day...to avoid breaking doorknobs and the like...and how easily at any time he could have bent her over and plugged her hot cunt and there would have been absolutely nothing that Lois could have done to prevent it.

She held onto the sink, her knees pressed together, feet spread apart as he slowly reamed out her hot, sopping cunny. Slowly and carefully, his big hands engulfing hers. Careful of both Lois and, she knew, of the baby. His head dipped down to kiss her neck, and Lois moaned and gasped and turned to kiss him back.

"You're so hard," she said. "Clark...I wish we had done this years ago."

They turned, so that her ass rested against the sink, her shoulders against the mirror. Legs spread wide so he could slide that hard cock into her with deep, steady strokes. One huge thumb found her clit and began to vibrate...and right then and there, for the very first but not the last time, Lois Lane found herself screaming and squirting, slit spasming on his steely shaft...and she found what had been missing from her sex life all this time.

Orgasms.

One after another, Clark finding new confidence with each climax as he played Lois Lane's body like a piano. Now his thumbs rubbed the inside of her thighs, now he gently gasped and squeezed her small breasts, now he seemed to flex his dick inside of her and life Lois Lane up with the strength of his cock alone. Lois lost count of how long they had spent in the darkened restroom. She only knew that she was no longer nauseous, no longer horny, but she was desperately clinging to him, her knees painfully gripping his sides as she begged him.

"Cum in me Clark," she pleaded. "Please, please, cum in me, cum in me, cum in..."

Lois had never felt an ejaculation before. Now she felt it, like a bullet striking the back of her womb, sharp and almost painful with the intensity of it...and then the amount. She held on as he seemed to cum inside of her forever, until milky white drops oozed out around her pink lips and dripped into the sink below.

"Oh Clark," Lois said as she hugged him. "Please...let me have your baby next..."

He hugged her to him for a long time before he answered.

"Okay, Lois," he whispered. "If that's what you want."