Epilogue: Girl Talk

Angie was still snoring when Lois Lane left the house. The portal was slid tight over the base of the demon's dick, and Lois could feel the rigid morning wood inside of her stomach...along with Blaze's night load. Sometimes, when Lois was working at home, her demon lover liked to recount her dreams...all the ways she had fucked Lois in her sleep...and Lois would feel the warm presence of those nocturnal ejaculations. She'd carry them around all day, only removing the portal to empty her cunt out once...squatting over the toilet to let the seams of black jizz leak out of her before reaching for the douche.

There were times, like this morning, when Lois liked the feel of the crimson cock inside of her. Like she was carrying a part of Blaze around with her all day. Touching her abdomen at odd moments, able to feel the hardness of that priapic prick. Wondering if that was what it was going to be like when she had a baby growing in her womb.

Lois pushed those thoughts aside. As much as she cared for Angie, and was glad that she was keeping her demon lover out of trouble, sometimes she needed a little space. A little time away. Which is when Wonder Woman had called and suggested they have a cup of tea, Lois had leaped at the opportunity.

It's not even that I want any Justice League gossip, the reporter admitted to herself. As much as I want to talk to someone who isn't a sex-craved Queen of Hell who has erotic dreams about fisting my cunt while fucking my ass as I'm in the third trimester.

Today, Lois wore the low-profile adult diaper. She had found out, to her cost, that the portal in her cunny wasn't quite as liquid-tight as she'd like, and it was better to be safe than sorry. With the knee-length skirt she wore, the diaper was invisible and would catch any leaks. With a sleeveless blouse, a jacket, and some tennis shoes, Lois didn't feel exactly chic, but she felt very loose and comfortable.

Diana, of course, looked amazing. The Amazon had a sidewalk table, and wore a black pantsuit with her bracers on and a pair of boots. Her long, muscular arms and shoulders were bare, and the smile she gave to Lois was so genuine it immediately lifted the reporter's spirits.

They rose, hugged, kissed each other's cheeks. Only ten seconds after meeting, they had sat down and regarded each other like old friends. Lois found herself grinning like an idiot, so clad to see her...

Diana's smile faltered. There was something in her eyes, as she met Lois Lane's gaze. Lois felt her own smile drain away. Lois wasn't sure what the problem was, but obviously it was serious. Eating at her. The reporter said nothing as the bravest woman she knew took a deep breath and steeled herself for whatever it was...

"I fucked Clark."

Lois Lane's jaw fell open. She simply stopped and stared, unable to even process the words for a moment...the images. A waiter brought a pot of tea, poured a cup. The reporter **** herself to lean forward...and almost whispered....

"Tell me everything."

It was an interview. Wonder Woman was there in her role as ambassador, a display of Amazonian artifacts recovered in a shipwreck were to be displayed at the Metropolitan Museum. There had been some talk of repatriation, of loans...they had met in Clark's apartment. Just the two of them, old friends. Clark in his rumpled suit, Diana in jeans and a t-shirt and leather jacket. He'd made coffee and they had talked over everything they had to...the artifacts, the museum...and then he had ventured into unexpected territory.

"Are you going to be attending the reception?" He asked.

"Of course," Diana had said.

"By yourself?" Clark had met her gaze. "No plus one?"

"No, I—Clark, what are you asking?" Diana said.

"I'd like to be your date, to the reception."

Immediately, suspicions crossed Wonder Woman's mind. All the wrong ones, as it happened.

"Is there a plot? Someone you need to get close to? What villain..."

He laid his arm on the table...and his hand had closed over hers. So warm it almost shocked her.

"Diana," he said quietly. "I'd like to go out—with you. Nothing work-related. Strictly personal."

Wonder Woman would not have been more shocked if he had clubbed her over the head and dragged her by the hair into his cave. She stared at him open-mouthed, as the coffee grew cold...and then he said.

"I've been...thinking about you a lot lately. I know we've known each other a long time, but I was thinking we might get to know each other—better."

Clark leaned forward then...he'd taken off his tie, and undone the top button of his shirt. Diana could see the dark, curly hairs on his chest, and wondered how much hair he had on his body...her face flushed, and her eyes dipped down, until she saw the bulge in his crotch.

"How...how long have you felt like this?" She managed.

"I think a part of me has always wondered if there might be more between us. For a long time, I didn't—want to make a move. Didn't want to ruin the friendship we had. But lately, someone close to me started a relationship, and she told me—I felt it was worth the risk. To ask. To try. Because it's better to see if there's anything there than to go all my life not knowing, if you would say yes..."

Her chair hit the floor as she stood with sudden fury. She silenced him with a kiss as she ripped his shirt away from that broad, muscled chest. His hands closed on her ass and squeezed, crushing her to him as they fell toward the bed.

The prick burst free from the fabric and he pushed it straight through her pants, the steel-hard shaft ripping a hole through the jeans. They fucked like maddened, frenzied teenagers, superstrong and invulnerable, floating in midair. The shockwaves of her hips slamming down on his own knocked the pictures from the wall and the highschool football trophies from the shelf.

Diana could feel the **** of his need. His lips against her nipples more forceful than the suckers of a kraken, her ass bouncing as she realized her own desperation. She could feel his body quake with need, and yet she realized he was holding out...waiting...not wanting to cum without her. The terrible anticipation built and buil, her fingers clawing at his back hard enough to leave a mark even on his invulnerable skin, and then when the molten heat inside her became impossible...her cunt clamped tight and he erupted just as she cried out.

Both their bodies spun slowly in the air, locked together as his pent-up **** need pumped into her depths...and neither of them would let the other go, even if they could. Two lost souls that had found each other...and what followed was something Diana had never expected or experienced. Spinning lazily around, his erection didn't go down at all. He remained inside of her...and breathing softly his fingers began to explore, his lips to kiss her shoulder, her neck...and she began to do the same to him.

It was lovemaking, not in the sudden **** frenzy, but slow-building, grinding gently, building once more toward a climax, but now focused on getting to know one another to touch and taste and...he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, simply and heartfelt, all the things she had longed for all these years. Superman called her "his little Kryptonite..."

"...Great Caesar's ghost," Lois blinked. "Clark Kent is Superman?"

Diana blinked. Her face had flushed, while telling the story, the erect nipples visibly tenting her shirt.

"You...didn't know?" The Amazon said.

"No," Lois took a deep breath, and then a slug of cold tea. "But that's...that's good to know. Wow, I'm so happy for you."

"Really?" Diana looked at her. "I mean, I felt so guilty...I thought...I mean, everyone thought you two..."

"Oh no," Lois smiled by reflex, but the tea had hit her stomach like a shot of acid. She was suddenly glad for another reason that she had worn the diaper today: her pussy was so wet it was unbelievable. "I'm with someone else. Which, I guess, means it's time for my news."

The reporter took a deep breath.

"I'm about six weeks pregnant."