Epilogue: Fortunate

"...both tested positive, and by order of the Public Department of Health, you'll need to quarantine in place for fourteen days, at which point we'll test you again." The doctor said from behind their mask and faceshield.

In bed, Lois Lane tried not to show her disappointment. Her shoulders sagged, and one hand cradled her eighteen-week pregnant belly, now a distinctive pooch even beneath the covers. It had started just a week ago with a cough and a runny nose...Lois had mistaken the flu-like symptoms for morning sickness, but it had kept getting worse and worse until Angelica Blaze had insisted they both get tested.

"...I'll write a note for your employer, but you absolutely cannot leave this apartment under any circumstances. Even your partner, who appears asymptomatic."

Lois nodded, dully. Trying not to think about what it would be like, trapped here for two weeks with Blaze. Although the doctor couldn't see it, Lois Lane's pussy was still leaking into the sheets from his morning's "rent payment." The voracious dickgirl took pleasure in coming up on Lois at odd times, and while Lois had bought new clothes to replace what she'd lost in the fire, panties never seemed to last more than a few hours before they were irreparably torn or mangled...so Lois had simply given up on wearing underwear. Which suited her lover just fine.

"If I may say so, you're quite fortunate that you have a partner at all," the doctor paused as if wanting to say something.

"Fortunate, yes," Lois echoed, her voice phlegmy. She looked at the doctor, resplendent in her medical protective gear, almost feeling the edge of what she was about to hear, but not seeing any way to avoid it. "Is there something you want to say, doctor?"

"It may be a little—old fashioned," the middle-aged woman met Lois Lane's gaze. "But the laws of this state and city do pose particular restrictions to couples who are not married. I take it that your partner is the child's father?"

"Yes," Lois coughed a little. "No question of that."

"Then in the event of a medical emergency—for you or the baby—it might be something to consider," the eyes fixed hers, dead serious. "I don't want to concern you unnecessarily, but if your condition should worsen...you might have the early stages of pneumonia now...and you aren't married, it could cause complications. In the event of a life-threatening medical event that necessitated an emergency cesarean, or if you happen to go into a coma or die..."

"My sister..." Lois croaked.

"Might not be there at the hospital. And even if she is, may not be allowed to adopt the child, depending on circumstances. The newborn would enter the foster system as a matter of course."

"Thank you, doctor," Angelica said from the doorway. "We will take the matter under advisement. Is there anything else we should keep in mind?"

The doctor stood. "Bed rest, lots of fluids. You're a little early for maternity leave, but try to avoid undue stress. You're very sick, Miss Lane. And avoid strenuous exercise!"

"Does that include sex?" Blaze asked bluntly. The reporter blushed, wishing she could just crawl under the covers and die. The doctor actually blinked, a flush forming over her cheekbones.

"Regular sexual relations can continue, as long as both parties are comfortable," she said. "Plenty of fluids, and perhaps use some less-strenuous positions...on her side, or let her ride on top to control the depth and speed of penetration."

"Of course. Thank you doctor," Angelica smiled at the bedridden reporter. "We'll keep everything you've said in mind."

Angelica Blaze saw the doctor out. Lois Lane sank down in the bed. Burned out of her apartment. Pregnant. Sick. And now...trapped. A prisoner. Like being locked in a cell with a sexual predator.

The dickgirl came back into the room, and sat at the edge of their bed.

Blaze's bed, the reporter reminded herself bitterly. I'm just sleeping on it. Getting fucked on it.

Angelica pulled off her shirt and pants. She rarely bothered with clothes at home, and had only bothered to dress because the doctor was coming over. Now as she slid under the covers, the reporter shook, knowing what was coming and unable to think of any way to realistically say "no." After all, she was stuck here with Blaze...and even if she weren't under quarantine, where would she go? Everything she had left in the world was in this apartment, and she was too sick to go to work...

The dickgirl helped Lois roll over to her side, facing the edge of the bed. The cock slid between the reporter's thighs, following the slimy trail up to Lois Lane's pregnant cunt. Blaze's hand slid around her waist to cradle the baby bump, something she'd been doing more and more recently. At times, she would simply come over and flip Lois Lane's shirt up to stare at it, an expression of pride and lust on her face at the little taut tummy.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Blaze's cock slid home. Lois stared at the wall, lifting her leg to ease penetration a little. Beneath the covers it was a hothouse, and she started to sweat, but as nasty as she felt the reporter was still shivering, feverish with chills, coughing uncontrollably and bringing up wads of green crap from her lungs.

Her cock slid in and out of the reporter's pussy easily. Lois hadn't washed it this morning after their last bout of sex...it felt so pointless, knowing that as soon as she was clean Blaze would pump her full of another load of spunk. The reporter thought she liked to see it dribbling down the reporter's thighs, the smell of Lois Lane's pussy always reeking of sex. The only bit of relief Lois had had was taking a shower and immediately leaving the apartment for work...groceries...anything.

Now she didn't even have that.

"You know, the doctor had a point," Angelica said.

"What?" Lois coughed.

"Marriage. It might be a good idea. Before the baby is born, I mean. I know you're not keen on a shotgun wedding, but just for...legal purposes..."

Lois groaned as, despite herself, she began to feel her pussy heating up. Whether it was the pregnancy or just the seemingly constant sex, the reporter found herself responding more and more easily to Blaze's dick these days. Before, she had gone months without sex...weeks without orgasms, and then only on her own, masturbating. Now it was a rare day when Blaze couldn't coax two or three out of her, and her cunny always seemed to be damp and ready whenever the dickgirl wanted to wet her dick.

Other women would have been thrilled at the change, and Lois knew it. Yet for herself...the idea of being tied to Blaze via marriage just seemed so...permanent.

Not that Lois had many other options. If she said "no"...if Blaze threw her out...where would Lois even have to go? Nearly halfway through her pregnancy, **** out onto the streets...even if she had enough for the downpayment on a new apartment, within a month or two she wouldn't be able to do basic things for herself. Not as a single mother. Then when the baby was born...and she didn't want to impose on her sister Lucy or her father, both of which would mean moving out of Metropolis, and that would mean losing her job at the Daily Planet.

"I guess," Lois croaked, closing her eyes and just letting Blaze slowly stroke her cock in and out of the pregnant pussy.

"Don't worry sweetmeat," Blaze said, kissing her neck gently...and then biting down, not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make Lois gasp in a different way as she left her mark. "You'll see how fortunate you are to have me."

Lois Lane barely heard her. Her diseased lungs rasped as she drew in air, moaning softly as her new fiancé fucked her to sleep...and she knew, with certainty, that the dickgirl wouldn't stop or pull out until after she had pumped another load into the reporter's sticky slit.