Epilogue: Fidelity

Lex Luthor handed Mercy Graves a thumb drive, with adaptors to connect with both Lois Lane's phone and tablet.

"These will install rootkits into her devices. Undetectable, but it will take a few minutes. Do it sometime when she isn't there, and make sure you get all of her devices."

The brunette nodded gravely. One hand instinctively rested on her stomach. At 18 weeks, she was starting to show...not enough to start wearing the maternity uniforms that they had designed for LexCorp employees, but enough that Mercy knew she wouldn't be able to hide the pregnancy from other people much longer.

"These," he lifted a shiny ESD bag, "are electronic bugs—you know where and how to install them; try and slip one into her purse or jacket."

"Of course, sir," she said, and tried to project as much confidence as she could. "You can count on me."

Mercy left work early. Lois was going to be at the Daily Planet at least until 6 P.M.; plenty of time for the pregnant lover to install Luthor's spyware in her girlfriend's laptop and devices. The pregnant woman slipped into the apartment as though she belonged there...because she did. She stripped off her uniform to walk around the apartment in her underwear; she would find something sexy to wear when Lois came home, to explain why she was here early.

There was something pathetically easy about plugging in the thumb drive. A small blinking light showed the progress of the download. Mercy took advantage of the time to insert the bugs in some of the light fixtures, the landline phone...and then she dug through the closet to get Lois' other purse, the one she normally took with her when shopping. With deft fingers, Mercy pulled at the stitches of the inner lining, just enough so that she could squeeze the pin-sized bug inbetween.

Which is when she found the jewelry box.

It was small and gray. Curious, she opened it.

There were a pair of gold bands, sized for women. One held a green stone, pale and oblong...a peridot.

Mercy felt her bottom lip start to tremble. Lois knew that was Mercy's favorite gem.

The thumb drive stopped blinking. Mercy went and grabbed it...just as the door opened.

Lois was home early.

The pregnant woman blinked at the dark-haired dickgirl as she strode in, the smile on her face quizzical...

"I'm sorry," Mercy said. "I got home early from work, and I was looking for something sexy to wear in the closet to surprise you and I...I found your purse and..."

The reporter's lips curled into a smile.

"I was going to make it a surprise," Lois said as she stepped forward. The reporter's fingertips found Mercy's naked belly and slid around it. Until they stood crotch-to-crotch. "You don't have to answer me right now, of course. I just thought...I mean we've been doing so well together, the last couple of months...and with the baby coming...there are benefits to being married, you know."

Lois' cock rose. She was wearing a skirt today, and those Japanese panties with the little sleeve cut out for her cock, so that it could rise up and press between Mercy's thighs. Almost instantly, the pregnant woman felt herself get wet. Her voice was thick when she spoke.

"I know," she said. Swallowed hard. A part of her wondered what Mr. Luthor would want to say...but another part of her wondered what she wanted to say.

Lois' lips found her neck. Mercy clutched the jewelry box in one hand. She could feel her swollen stomach press into Lois' flat abdomen. The heat of her cock was something else. With a single smooth move, the reporter seemed to brush her back and Mercy's bra came unclasped.

"I...yes," Mercy said. Lois grinned as her left hand slid down the pregnant woman's back, under her panties. Mercy stepped backward toward the bed, and Lois stepped with her. The hot lips kissed all along the pregnant woman's neck, up to her jaw. They fell down, right next to where Mercy had left the purse...and Lois fumbled to pull up her skirt and pull down Mercy's panties, to line up their bits..and Mercy spread her legs, eagerly, to welcome her fiance home...their mouths and tongues met just as Lois slid inside.

One leg dangled over the edge of the bed. The other was wrapped around Lois' hip, and urged the dickgirl to further efforts. She thrust shallowly into her fiance's cleft, the cunny tight and wet, and somehow Mercy seemed more into their lovemaking than normal, as though some hidden switch had been flipped inside of her, some pit of need that had to be filled.

"Fuck me!" Mercy gasped. "Harder! Faster! You won't hurt the baby, you won't..."

Lois put her back into it...and Mercy arched her back and cried out, her whole body quivered as the first climax seized her. The dickgirl smiled as Mercy half-collapsed back on the bed, but didn't let her go.

"Don't stop," Mercy panted. "Don't ever stop. I want...I want to feel you cum in me..."

The reporter pried the jewelry box from Mercy's left hand. She opened it, and extracted the engagement ring. Mercy opened her eyes and shook in awe as Lois slipped it onto the pregnant woman's finger.

"Just to make it official," Lois said. She leaned down over Mercy, and her cock seemed to leap within the pregnant woman. The violet eyes met her gaze and held it. "I love you Mercy. I don't want to ever let you go."

The tears in Mercy's eyes were real...and deep in her heart, she could feel the little rift as competing loyalties tore at her. Who would she choose?