Epilogue: Lois Lane's Secret Life

At the Daily Planet offices, they were Lois Lane and Perry White. The names had come out that night, after they had left the brothel together. Yet when they were together, they were "Albus" and "Margot"—the better to keep anyone realizing what they were up to, especially Perry's wife.

It was like a game, their secret life. "Albus" set up an apartment under the Daily Planet's accounts, and it became their little love-nest. They had separate email accounts, kept everything off their social media—and while at work they were almost strictly professional, not even joking about anything remotely sexual. But at night...

"Another late night, Lois?" Clark Kent smiled at her.

"Just need to finish up this article, Smallville," she flashed him a smile. "Don't wait up for me."

It was a special night, after all. Perry White hadn't been kidding when he had first balled her, about making her pregnant. The old man had insisted she stop any birth control, and they always fucked raw, the old man holding her close as his grey-haired balls pumped their load inside of her. A part of Lois wondered if he was shooting blanks...but there was always that thrill when he collapsed exhausted on top of her, and she rolled him over to ride his cock, rubbing her abdomen and begging him to put a bun in her oven, coaxing one more hot sticky load into her fertile twat...and he'd go red in the face and damn if he didn't rise to the occasion, every single time.

Lois would lay there, breathless, fingering her cum-filled twat as she sought her own orgasm, wondering if this would be the time that she would "catch."

Then Perry had news.

"Alice has cancer," he said. "Lymphoma. Stage four. The doctors give her six months on the outside."

The reporter had been shocked, not sure what to say...and then his hand had reached over and squeezed her own.

"This could be it. Once she's out of the way..." He didn't have to say the rest. Lois knew what he wanted, what he really wanted. "I talked to the health insurance reps. Your policy at the Daily Planet covers fertility treatments."

So that had become a part of Lois Lane's life. Stabbing herself in the ass with a hormone shot, taking her pills, then off to the Daily Planet office. They had a calendar in their apartment where she'd marked the days of her ovulation; Perry White would take more and more time off to be with his dying wife, and yet they'd steal a few moments together...a few hours...so he could pump her full of baby-batter.

Lois got to their apartment first, and began to undress. "Albus" liked it when "Margot," was wet and ready for him, so they kept a small library of pornography, and she would pick something off the shelves and rub her slit, to make sure she was nice and ready...like a good mistress, a good whore...and sometimes she wondered why she was doing this, why she would cheat on a married man, and her own editor...if anyone found out...

But they will find out, she thought, letting two fingers sink into her pussy. After she dies...after you marry him...probably three months pregnant by then...everyone will know that you're the biggest whore in Metropolis...

She almost came on her fingers, right then and there. Her eyes fell to the calendar. The day was circled in red. Ovulating.

Baby night.

He was late. The hours ticked by, and "Margot" waited and waited for her "Albus." Until at last her eyes closed for just a moment...and when she awoke it was after midnight, and a key moved in the locked. Perry walked inside, and saw her there by the light of the door...and there was something unreadable in his face. Some unbearable sadness. She had never seen anything like that before.

"Albus," closed and locked the door, began to disrobe. He moved slowly, quietly, and Lois laid there unmoving, eyes barely open, wondering what he would do...in all their months of clandestine meetings, she realized that she'd never slept the night beside him, and that seemed so strange to her. How serious was this really, if they couldn't do that simple thing, as a couple? Was she really just fooling herself after all?

Naked, he approached the bed. Cock hard, no old man droop there. He didn't even saw Lois's name as he spread her thighs apart and pushed himself into her. There was a steady, mechanical motion to his thrusting...less like a man and more like a machine...but then as his balls began to slap against her ass, he began to move more roughly, thrust harder. Lois was breathing harder, trying not to cry out...there was something so different about him tonight, and she didn't know what, didn't dare ask.

His right hand slapped her tits, hard enough to shock her. "Margot's" eyes opened wide, staring at him, not understanding...and that's what he wanted, as he lowered his mouth to cover her own, his tongue thrusting past her teeth, and she could taste the cigar in his mouth, that foul bitter tobacco leaf, and he was pushing his cock deeper and harder inside of her than any time since that first time, and then he burst inside of her and Lois shuddered because she could actually feel it, the old man's sperm boiling out in a sudden rush as though he had been saving it for weeks...and he broke the kiss and whispered to her:

"She's in remission."

"Margot" reached up and hugged "Albus," her legs wrapping around him, holding his cock inside her cunt as his seed soaked deep inside of her. She could be pregnant...really pregnant...and his wife...

"What are we going to do?" She whispered.

"Nothing changes," he said with utter finality. "Nothing."

Except Lois Lane knew that her secret life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.