Epilogue: Justice

"...and that's what's going on," Lois Lane told the assembled heroes. She placed a hand on her stomach. "I'm pregnant...again. For the fourth time in as many months. Soon, she's going to show up and...and..."

There were tears in the reporter's eyes. Zatanna reached across the table and grabbed her hand. Steam drifted up from Superman's glowing eyes, as his heat vision boiled off the tears. Wonder Woman cracked her knuckles.

"I know we have a no-kill policy," she said. "But under the circumstances..."

"Steady," Batman growled. "We need to catch Blaze and her cults first. If possible, make her talk. Find out what she did with the other children."

John Constantine stubbed out his cigarette in the Justice League ashtray. "I can help with that...there's a favor I could cash in. But to catch the demon, we'll need to bait the trap."

"Whatever you need me to do," Lois said, and she no longer held back the tears. "Please save my baby."

The night was warm. The pregnant woman slept without even a sheet to cover her. The thin chemise which might have fit ten pounds ago now hugged her wider hips and belly, the soft breasts with dark nipples straining against the fabric without a bra. She hadn't bothered with panties either, her crotch a dark triangle of pubic hair, barely above the hem. Outside the apartment, Metropolis slept and dreamed.

The clock struck midnight.

From the shadows they came, stepping through subtle realms in the space between breaths. Four women, naked save for the hoods that hid their features...and fifth, her horns glinting in the moonlight, cock hard as she came once more to the one she had tricked into desecrating her altar. The crimson balls ached to fill that womb once again...but only after she heard Lois scream in the pains and pleasures of birth once more...

The demon paused as she stepped near to the foot of the bed, her acolytes ready to begin the ceremony. The whole world felt as though it held its breath. Yet something felt...wrong.

Something felt from the ceiling, like ash or dust...and when it touched the mostly-naked acolytes, they collapsed. Blaze growled and twirled, her glowing eyes searching the darkness, raising her occult defenses for battle.

A hand fell heavily on her head. The glow faded from her eyes, body going suddenly limp, as though the hand itself was all that was holding her up.

"Blaze of Pandemonium," a voice said that echoed in her bones. "You have trespassed in my realm, and Dream of the Endless would have words with thee."

The demon's body collapsed...and in Lois Lane's kitchen, Zatanna ended her spell which hid the Justice League from the demon's supernatural senses.

"Bind Blaze first," Zatanna whispered. "The Dream-Lord has taken her astral form to the Dreaming, but he can be fickle..."

"He has no love of rapists, hen," Constantine whispered back as he held the demon's arm's back so Wonder Woman could press the rune-engraved adamantine shackles about them. "And he has a couple hundred thousands years of the dreams of Hell to work with, which believe you me, are worse than the real thing..."

Batman made quicker work with acolytes using plastic restraints. Superman stood by Lois Lane's bed, staring down at her...and gently removed his cape, and let it settle on her like a blanket. No one complained when he sat down in a chair by the bed, to watch over her as she slept.

He was still there the next morning when she woke up. The Man of Steel smiled at her, a little sadly. She reached out to touch his hand, and he gave it to her.

"Did it work?" she asked. "Am I..."

"It worked," he said. "We got her. Batman is handling the interrogations of the acolytes. John Constantine hopes to hear from his...contact...soon. Wonder Woman and Zatanna have transferred Blaze's body to a mystic prison she won't escape from. They didn't...they didn't get your baby. This time."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Oh Lois...I wish I had known sooner. If I could have..."

"Superman," she bit her lip for a moment. "I...I know I'm not...but if you want to..."

She blushed and shook her head. "No, forget it, I shouldn't..."

"Lois...do I want to what?" He looked at her so sincerely that the reporter, heart pounding, voiced what she had wanted to say.

"Will you make love to me? It's just...I..." she shook. "It's been a month. Since I had sex. And I...I want...I want to make love. With someone I do love...who loves me."

Superman stood, and the knelt by the edge of the bed, so their faces were level. For the first time in her life, she saw him blush.

"Of course, Lois. I do love you. I've...I wanted to make love to you for a long time."

He pulled off his shirt. She felt self-conscious staring at those hard muscles and lean waist, the dark triangle hair across both pectorals...not sure how he could ever want her as she peeled off her chemise, revealing the body that had gone through three full pregnancies and was two months into its fourth. Yet his head dipped between her breasts, his mouth latching onto a nipple like a drowning man sucking water from a shred of succulent cactus. Her hands fumbled with his belt as his hands sank into her now fleshier and curvier body...and she gasped as his pants came down and his cock sprung forth.

There were two reasons to call him the Man of Steel.

"Great Caesar's Ghost!" she swore, as she guided him toward her overgrown cleft. Three pregnancies hadn't made her any looser down there, yet when he pressed his knob against her cunny, Lois felt like a virgin. Her stomach fluttered, and a heat was building inside of her...but he was so gentle, so unsure, she had to guide him in.

"Superman," she asked. "Is this...your first time?"

"Yes," he admitted, face crimson. "And Lois...when we're like this...you can call me Clark."

Her eyes widened, mouth making a small "o" of surprise as the pieces clicked into place.

"You...you don't mind that I'm...pregnant?" She said, heart fluttering as he slid on top of her...and deeper into her...on top of the bed.

"You look beautiful pregnant," he said. "I wish I could keep you pregnant always."

There was a way he said it that shook Lois to the core...not in a creepy way, but with a kind of honest devotion that melted her heart. So she grabbed her scarlet cape and raised it above both their heads...and under that tent they shared their first kiss, and he came inside of her, and then she came, clawing at his back, calling out his name, tears of joy in her eyes as she clung to him, making new happy memories to patch the holes in her heart.

It was not their last kiss, nor the last time they made love...or Lois Lane's last pregnancy.