Epilogue: Headlines

LEX LUTHOR FOUND IN SPACE

Clark Kent read the headline aloud, and the article that followed it about how the mad scientist's corpse had been discovered when it impacted the International Space Station, finally solving half the mystery of his disappearance. Lois Lane listened with half an ear. Reading had been much more difficult for her ever since the incident, and she still hadn't been back to work at the Daily Planet. Really, it was good of Clark to let her stay at his apartment...

The reporter was dressed in one of his button-up shirts. Her breasts rested on the table, They had, she thought, finally stopped growing, but she would weigh and measure them again after breakfast just to be sure.

Clark folded the newspaper and set it down. He smiled at Lois as she counted out her pills and swallowed them one by one with a glass of orange juice. The doctors said her cognitive decline had stopped, and they were less hopeful about recovering lost ability. He picked up his coffee cup.

"Lois, do you mind?"

She raised her head, violet eyes wide and saw his cup. With a smile she stood..and Clark felt a twinge of excitement as he saw her bare bush just below the hemline of the shirt she wore.

"Of course not, Clarky!" she giggled. It was a high-pitched, feminine giggle, about as un-Lois like as he had ever heard...but there was a sly smile in the way she swung her hips back and forth as she rounded the table, and how she slowly unbuttoned the shirt to ease one head-sized tit out of the cloth.

Two months of daily milking had made Lois Lane's nipples longer and thicker. With practiced ease, she used one hand on the bottom to aim the nipple toward his coffee cup, and one hand on top to press down on the milk glands. She gave a little sigh of relief as tiny white streams burst forth to turn his black coffee into a muddy brown...and when she was done she stood there, one breast hanging out, a white drop perched on her nipple, and she looked down at the big man and said.

"Smallville...can I..."

"Of course, Lois," he said and leaned back from the table. "We have time before I have to go to work."

They had never formalized their relationship, but even since Superman had brought her to the hospital, Clark Kent had been at her side...and it had been a relief to Lois Lane's sister and father that he had agreed to take her in and help her out in life until sh was capable of doing things for herself again. Maybe there was more to it than that, maybe there had been a promise spoken or unspoken about what Clark would do if, after a year or so, it became apparent that Lois was never going to recover completely enough to live on her own again.

All Lois knew is that she had made the first move that first night back from the hospital. Her holes, which had been used to stimulation, simply could not stand being empty...and despite his protests, Clark Kent was, in the end, only a man.

The reporter smiled as she crawled under the table and undid his belt. The cock popped free, already at half-chub, and the reporter gave his cute dick a friendly peck on the pecker...and then another. Then her tongue slid out to lick around the glans. Her boobs ached, **** for their morning milking, the proper one with the pump in the bathroom that Clark had set up for her, and then there were her cognitive therapy lessons and...

All the thoughts went out of Lois Lane's head as her mouth closed on that shaft. Her neck eased back and forth, careful so that she wouldn't hit her head on the table again, and she let her knees splay out beneath her so that her pussy just grazed the floor. Her mouth sucked and slurped, took his cock deeper and deeper until it filled her completely, and her lips writhed on the shaft as his balls pressed against her chin.

She had learned how much he loved that, in the last month.

Clark Kent sighed as he finished his coffee. He had remonstrated himself over his handling of what Lex Luthor had done to her...but she was his responsibility now. At least, until he could undo the damage done to her mind and brain. He still felt guilty over how long it had taken him. If only he had been faster...

"Nngh!" he grunted as a wad of fresh jizz shot down Lois Lane's throat. Lois grinned around the cock in her mouth and shook her titties. A part of her wondered if she really wanted to get better. If she stopped taking her meds, maybe she could suck Clark's cock every morning...and get railed by him every night...

"I love you," he said to himself as she gave his spit-slick cock an affectionate kiss and folded it gently back into his pants.

"Love you too, Clarky," Lois Lane said. "Don't stay late now, okay?"