Epilogue: Honeymoon

Somewhere, a solitary rooster crowed.

Lois Lane came to wakefulness aware of her raging hardon. Morning wood had been something no one had warned her about. She had kicked the sheets and blankets off of her again, and the pre-dawn air was cool on her cock, which stuck up out of her panties.

A warm, wet mouth slid onto the head of her prick, and Lois smiled.

Lazily, listening to the wet schlup-schlup of the mouth on her prick, Lois raised a hand. A simple gold band gleamed on the third finger. She slid her hand over the curve of her wife's ass. Kara wasn't wearing panties again, and there was no barrier as her fingers slid into the young Kryptonian's wet slit.

They stayed like that for several minutes, as the house gently groaned to wakefulness around them. The reporter could hear Ma in the kitchen downstairs, fixing water to boil for coffee and grits, bacon ready to sizzle, eggs to fry. The reporter's mouth watered.

A soft moan echoed from Lois Lane's throat as Kara shifted in bed, lining herself up to press her mouth down as far as it would go—and then farther, her hard cock slipping into that tight throat. Not many women could deepthroat Lois Lane's towering erection, but nothing was impossible for Supergirl. Her lips sank down to gently touch the reporter's balls, and then she hummed, a wordless note that seemed to vibrate every muscle in the reporter's crotch to jelly.

Some mornings, that was where they ended. But today, Kara slid her mouth back up the stupendous shaft—product of Lex Luthor's fantastic science—and turned around to devour her wife's dick with another set of lips.

Supergirl liked to look into her eyes as Lois came inside her pussy. Liked to see it when Lois gently stroked the gently swollen belly on the young woman's frame, getting big from something other than Ma Kent's big country breakfasts.

Lois Lane would smile in gentle wonder at what her life became, as the most perfect woman in the world bent down to kiss her. They would hug tightly as Lois busted her first nut of the day deep inside that cunt that was for her and her alone.

There was, in her considered opinion, no better way to wake up.