Epilogue: Hair of the Dog

Lois Lane slept the sleep of the just.

Or at least, most of her did.

Another, quite critical part of her, rose before the sun dawned on Metropolis. As she snored softly on her back, the soft pink length between her thighs expanded. It seemed to crawl across her belly and then, as the sensitive underside swelled like the spine of some great dinosaur's long neck, it rose clear of her stomach to define a graceful arc, the pink foreskin pulled back to reveal the darker, purple head. In the darkness of the reporter's apartment, lit only by the city-light that eked through the blinds, it stood like some primitive monolith that ancient man had raised, its dark shadow pointing toward some unknown future.

Mercy Graves, curled up at the reporter's side, watched this gentle biological ballet. Though the bodyguard's head pounded, and her mouth felt like something had died in it, and her stomach threatened her with an hour of horrible ****-induced destruction on the toilet...she could also feel a welcome and familiar soreness in her cunny, and a stickiness that had nothing to with any loss of continence.

Lois fucked me as I slept, the woman realized...and realized too that somehow, the reporter still had that magnificent cock. The one she had dreamed about for weeks, ever since their time in the cabin had ended.

The bodyguard craned her head. She ignored the terrible pounding in her skull as she watched the reporter's chest rise and fall, the small breasts just as she remembered them. Mercy had lost count of how many times she had watched Lois sleep like this, during their time together. The woman's eyes twitched as she thought about how she had thought they'd never have that time again....she could feel the tears coming. Drinking always made her emotional, and she'd been more hormonal than usual lately.

Yet she was quiet as a mouse as she lifted her body up and threw her leg over the sleeping reporter.

Last night's jizz had dried into a crust on Mercy's labia. She gripped the shaft lightly and rubbed it against her twat. It wasn't even as though she was particularly horny—though there was that itch, deep inside of her, the kind she had felt when Lois had held her close and shot her wad deep inside in an attempt to knock Mercy up, which despite the soreness and the pain sometimes made Mercy want to scratch it...

Mercy looked over the sleeping reporter. Her eyes quivered and she bit her lower lip, to fight back stupid tears. No, it wasn't that she was horny at all. It was just that she really wanted a baby. Lois Lane's baby.

And she wanted this cock inside of her.

With her fingers, Mercy pushed the tip of the cock in. It broke the crust, and even though she wasn't particularly wet, the jizz inside of her was lube enough for that. The bodyguard held herself there, legs half-bent as she straddled the reporter, just the head of that cock inside of her as her fingers tips found her clit and began to rub in little circles.

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like, when her belly was big and round. Mercy had never talked about sex and pregnancy with her own mother. The descriptions in sex ed material was coldly clinical or rose-colored bullshit, and pregnancy porn was just...well, porn. Sometimes she had clicked through that stuff, late at night, just to help herself imagine what it might be like to get knocked up...but nothing had been like that time she had spent with Lois in the cabin. Having a hard cock at her beck and call...and warm hugs, kisses, sometimes a massage...

Minutes passed. Lois Lane stirred slightly in sleep, as a rivulet of pussy-juice ran down the back of her cock. Mercy Graves was breathing harder, though trying not to make any nose. Her thighs ached from holding her position...and slowly she let her weight sink back until her buttocks touched her heels, and the whole length of the hard cock slid home, like a sword into its sheathe.

Mercy opened her mouth and just breathed for a moment...and then she began to move. Her left hand still hilled her clit, and her right found its way to her breasts, the fingers to tease her nipples into stiffness. She so wanted to see them fill up with milk...to wonder at how big the little titties would get. Maybe to walk around without a bra, just to feel the cloth on her bigger, more sensitive nips. Maybe to wear something sheer so that Lois would see and get a hard on and say...

"Mercy?" Lois blinked as the first rays of sunlight shone through the window and woke the reporter up.

The woman froze like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar...except it was Lois Lane's cock, in her cunt.

With a heaping helping of baby batter.

Lois grunted as her dick seemed to explode. Her hips jumped up, nearly knocking Mercy over as the reporter plunged her fuckstick as deep as she could into her lover's cunt. Her first hot splooge of the day sprayed against the back of Mercy's pussy walls and dripped down toward the spasming cervix as Mercy fell forward, ending up on top of Lois, their tits touching.

"Uh...hey," Mercy said. Her head still throbbed. Her guts rumbled. Yet her pussy hurt so fucking good...

"Hey yourself," Lois said. The reporter hesitated. "I, um, had sex with you last night. Babytime."

Mercy licked her lips. "That's kind of why I had sex with you this morning. Even though you were asleep."

They blinked.

"We're really bad at this, aren't we?" Lois said.

"Yeah, we are," Mercy grinned as she squeezed her pussy around the reporter's cock. "You're much more fun to fuck when you're awake."

Lois grinned back. "So are you. So...do you want to make this official?"

Mercy's grin died. "Like...fuckbuddies? Friends with benefit? Regular sperm donations until I get pregnant?"

"I would have said 'lovers,'" Lois said. "Or maybe even 'girlfriends.' But yes, I want to help you get pregnant. If you want to keep trying."

"I do!" Mercy said. "I do! I just..."

Her stomach gurgled loud enough for both of them to hear.

"...need to use your bathroom? And maybe get some coffee?"

Lois Lane's hands slapped the bodyguard's ass cheeks.

"Go on. I'll make us a fresh pot."

Mercy's head dipped down. She stole a quick kiss, then rolled off the reporter and sprinted toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut...and Lois Lane was left there, a wet dick draped against her stomach, as she thought about what she was getting into.