Epilogue: Lois & Lena Luthor-Lane

Clark Kent served as best man. Lex Luthor pushed his sister down the aisle. Mercy Graves and Lucy Lane did duty as maids of honor. Jimmy Olsen, in a matching peach dress, was the ringbearer.

It was a very quiet wedding. No one commented on the fact that bride, her wheelchair all in white and bedecked with ribbons, was at least three months pregnant.

Lex and Clark both went to the bar as soon as politely possible. The scotch poured, and they clinked glasses in quiet salute. They sipped as the other guests mingled. The newlyweds were on the dance floor, the wheelchair moving in a carefully orchestrated display.

"A beautiful ceremony," Clark said, to break the ice. "It was good of you to foot the bill."

"Of course," Lex said. "She is my sister, after all."

"They look very happy together," Clark said. "They'll make good parents."

Lex shot Clark a look. The reporter returned the stare.

"Yes, I know about her little anatomical change. Lois told me. We're friends," and Clark Kent gave a very tight-lipped smile. "Of course, she doesn't remember exactly how she got it. But that's hardly important at this point, is it?"

Luthor held his gaze. The smart move would have been to say nothing—or perhaps to deny the accusation.

"You have no proof," Lex said quietly.

The reporter's shoulders shrugged. "Why would I need it? I'm not writing an article, Luthor. Any headlines would just hurt them. I just want to know...was this your plan, all along?"

The bald billionaire seemed to consider this, and sipped his scotch.

"Not everything goes...according to plan," Lex said. "It wasn't until I was aware of my sister's condition that I...looked into things. Marriage seemed like the easiest solution. They are happier this way."

There was a cheer. Lena Luthor-Lane had tossed the bouquet. A tall, muscled woman with dark hair leaped over all the others to pluck it out of the air. She landed on her heels and cast a look over in Clark Kent's direction.

"That is what is important," Clark said. "Happy ever afters."

He left Lex Luthor at the bar. Diana Prince sniffed the flowers. The band struck up a waltz.

A dance was asked for and granted.

Lex Luthor finished his drink alone.

"Lois?" Lena said. She sat on the bed, dressed in a sheer white maternity stocking that came up to just over the small smooth mound of her belly to rest beneath her small breasts.

"Yes, love?" The reporter said. Lois had shed her dress and was removing the pins from her hair, dressed in only white silk stockings and garters that let her Kryptonite-granted cock hang free.

"I...I want to..." Lena hesitated. The codeword, the phrase which would release Lois from the brainwashing of the last three months was just on the tip of her tongue. One word was all that would be needed, and then she would know how Lois really felt. If the dickgirl really did love her, or if all of this had just been a cruel trick that Lena had **** on the reporter.

Her courage wavered. Lena swallowed.

"I want to give you my anal virginity," the pregnant woman finished, lamely.

Lois Luthor-Lane's smile was radiant as she walked toward the bed, her cock in hand as she poured lube onto the fat dick. The reporter stroked it slowly, to rub the clear gel all over her meat as her eyes drank in the sight of her wife's pregnant body. By the time she reached the foot of the bed, Lois was hard. There was nothing strange about that, from the reporter's view. Thinking about Lena always got her hard...and Lois thought about Lena all the time.

The dickgirl leaned over her wife. Their lips met, hungrily. Lois helped shift Lena onto her side, the useless legs out of the way, and pulled down the maternity stocking. To press her cock in between the cheeks of that ass. Blindly, Lois felt for the pregnant woman's freshly-cleaned pucker with her fingers...and finding in, guided her cock to that spot and pressed.

"Ah! Slowly!" Lena said as the massive cock banged at her backdoor. One hand stretched down to pull her buttock open, while the other stuffed pillows under her head, trying to find a comfortable position.

"You know," Lois said as she gently applied more pressure on the little hole. "You look so beautiful and sexy pregnant."

"Maybe after this one, I'll let you put another one in me," Lena said. She grit her teeth as her pucker slowly gave way. It felt for a moment like Lois was shoving her whole arm into her...and then the head was in, and Lena's free hand grabbed at the sheets.

"As many as you want," Lois said automatically.

Lena frowned. That was what she had programmed Lois to say.

"Really?" Lena pressed. "What if I want a dozen? What if I want you to just keep knocking me up, every year, until my womb falls out?"

"That sounds lovely," Lois said. The dickgirl's hips slid forward, and Lena hissed as her asshole was pushed inward and apart. For the last three months, she had enjoyed that monstrous cock in her pussy every day, but now it really did feel like it was going to tear her in too.

Yet what bothered Lena most was how complacent Lois was. The look on the reporter's flushed face was pure ecstasy as she fed her anaconda into Lena Luthor-Lane's ass...where no cock had gone before...but Lena wasn't sure if that was because Lois actually loved fucking her ass, or if she had been programmed to respond that way.

Once again, the word was on Lena's lips. One little word, and she would know how Lois really felt...but one little word, and she might lose her wife.

So Lena said nothing, as the cock threatened to split her ass. She lay on her side, hands knotted up in the sheets as Lois began to pull back and and slide it back in. Another swathe of lube made it easier...and Lois began to sweat, nipples hard as she plunged her dick back in, again and again and again, and Lena lost herself in the endless rhythm of having her asshole destroyed by her wife's cock.

Who could blame her, then, to hold back a single word on which all of her future happiness might depend?

Maybe... Lena panted as her wife pulled her cock in and out, harder and faster, panting like a steam engine, the ass sucking at the hard shaft as it pulled out. Maybe after the honeymoon...