Epilogue: Lana Gets What She Wants

Clark Kent walked Lana Lang to her apartment. Neither suggested getting a cab; it was a pleasant night, and in the darkness Kent loomed all of his six-feet-and-change. Arm in arm they walked as fearless through the streets of Metropolis as if they owned it. Lana thought about Lois and Angelica, how happy they looked, and the advice that the pregnant reporter had given her with Clark.

"If you want it to happen," Lois had told her. "You have to make it happen. Don't wait."

He held the door for her. Lana summoned up her courage.

"Clark," she said. "Would you like to come up?"

He smiled, embarrassed. Unable to look her in the eye.

"I really shouldn—"

She had to stand on tiptoes to seal his mouth with a kiss. His balls, on the other hand, were well within reach. Lana didn't care who might see as she grabbed his crotch, surprised at the size...and at how quickly he hardened against the touch of her hand. They stayed like that for three heartbeats, and then she broke the kiss and whispered.

"Clark Kent, I'm ovulating. I want a baby. I want _your _baby. Come upstairs and make love to me."

The reporter nearly floated through the door. Lana threaded her arm in his own, unwilling to let him go as they took the elevator up to her floor. She felt nervous, giddy, ridiculously happy to have gotten him this far. Only a little further.

"Lana," he said. "Are you sure..."

"Clark, we've been friends all our life. I've been in love with you for half my life," she pulled him out of the elevator. Three doors down and on the left, a jangle of keys, and they were in the apartment. "Of course I'm sure."

"But if I...if we..."

She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress. Let it fall onto the floor. Blood rushed to Clark Kent's face, those high cheeks flushing right to the ears as he saw the cone-like cups of her brassiere, the garterbelt and hose...and the pink satin panties that clung to her pussy, making a distinct cameltoe.

"Clark Kent," she said, stepping out of her shoes and fiddling with straps. "Get undressed. It is ungentlemanly to impregnate a lady unless you are nude."

"I, um," he looked around the apartment desperately. "I'll just step into the bathroom and..."

Her panties hit the floor. Lana Lang stepped forward, keenly aware of her bare bush visible, the little slit between her legs flashing as she grabbed his shirt and began pulling at the buttons.

"Honestly Clark, I've seen you skinny-dipping, it's not like...oh."

She swallowed, as she saw the S-shield laid bare where his chest should be. The redhead took a deep breath as she absorbed this new piece of knowledge. Lana raised her chin to stare him in the eyes...and then reached up and plucked off his glasses.

"Okay," she said. "You can keep the costume on. But we're still making love."

He cracked a smile. "Same old Lana. You always did get your way."

"Oh, I'm going to get it tonight," she said, and pushed him toward the bed. "Do you know how many years I've wanted to do this?"

He fell back on the bed, only half-undressed. Lana straddled him, then paused to reach back and undo her bra. Once her ladies were free, she shook her chest, letting the modest breasts shimmy back and forth...and cloth tore as the Man of Steel ripped straight through his pants.

They both stared at the hard cock that was pointing at the ceiling, only inches from Lana's pussy...and then they laughed again. With the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning, she pulled away the remnants of his pants, positioned herself so that the tip was pressing against her pussy...and paused. She swallowed hard.

"Clark...I love you," she said. "I mean, I really..."

His hands came down on her thighs. Rubbed back and forth, a little higher each time, until he was grasping her hips. So strong, that Lana couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

"I know," he said. He smiled then. "I love you too."

Then he pulled her down onto his cock.

Lana Lang had not had a hymen since she was twelve years old, when she was riding a palomino pony and had come down too hard and in the wrong way. So there was no blood as the steel-hard shaft tore through her. Yet Lana caught her breath at the sudden intrusion, and though it was not inhuman in any dimension, it felt huge inside of her, and the redhead bit her lip to keep from crying out as she settled, her labia brushing against the base of his dick.

"Lana?" he asked. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no, I'm fine," she said, taking a deep breath. "You're just...bigger than anything else I've ever had inside of me. I'll be good, just give me a minute."

She reached down to his chest to steady herself. Lana could feel his stiff nipples beneath the shirt. Those ridiculously hard pecs. Slowly, she began to circle her hips, moving around and around. The humping and pumping would come in a few moments, she had no doubt about that. Right now, she just wanted to get used to him, his size and hardness. The way the tip of his dick rubbed against that one part of her that made her shudder and thrill...

It felt good. Then really good. She looked into his eyes, circling her hips faster. His hands rested on her hips, as if afraid she might break if he touched her.

"Clark? Rub my breasts." Lana ordered him.

She didn't have to tell him twice.

He reached up, pressing those big, strong fingers into the soft breasts. They were one of Lana's best features, if she said so herself. Not huge, but shapely, standing out proudly without sagging. The pink nipples big for her frame, and as Clark brushed his fingers over them they hardened, growing fat and rigid, nearly doubling in size...and then Lois felt very wet down there, and with surprised stared down past her pussy to see a dribble of white leaking out of the base of Superman's dick.

"Oh," she said, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. "Is that it?"

Superman kept rubbing her nipples. He seemed single-mindedly absorbed with actually being able to touch her tits.

"Hmm?" he said. "Oh, don't worry. I can cum whenever I want to."

Lana blinked. "How many times?"

"Whenever I want to," Superman tore his eyes from her breasts. Even without the glasses, there was something of the shy Clark Kent there. "It's not one of those super-powers I like to advertise. But if there's a limit, I haven't found it yet."

The redhead's eyes widened...and then softened. She smiled.

"Clark..." she said. "Can we make a baby?"

"As many as you want," he said. "If you don't mind being Mrs. Lana Kent..."

She smiled. "You don't think we're moving too fast, do you?"

He gently pinched her nipples. Her pussy felt even wetter.

"I think," Clark told her. "We've already done everything else. Maybe it's just time."

Elsewhere in the city, Angie Blaze had her tongue in her pregnant fiancé's ass. Lois Lane wondered how Lana and Clark were getting along. They made, she thought, a cute couple...and she wanted them to find some of the happiness that she had. With a sigh, the reporter pushed back, forcing Angie on the floor so that the reporter could ride her face. Lois reached down to her pussy, rubbing at her clit, letting her juices dribble down onto the demon's neck. A part of her wondered what might have been, if she'd gone for Clark instead of Angie...but in truth, she doubted that she would switch places with Lana Lang right now. She was happy where she was.