Epilogue: One More Week

"I'm late."

Lois Lane looked up. They were in bed together, reading quietly. Mercy Graves had been acting somewhat distant and agitated all day...or at least, what counted for day. The reporter still didn't know how long she had been together with here. Long enough for the reporter to have started growing hair on her new balls, which Mercy had helped her take care of using a safety razor and shaving cream.

"When we came here...it was the middle of my cycle," Mercy said. "That was three weeks ago. No period yet."

"Are you...regular?" Lois said as that sank in. "I mean..."

"I miss periods sometimes. All the working out...low body fat," Mercy shrugged. "But I've been pretty regular this year, until now. I'd like..." the naked woman took a breath, "I'd like it if we stayed here for one more week. Just to be sure. Tests aren't always reliable at four weeks, but if I am pregnant, there might be signs..."

"Okay," Lois blinked. "I mean, I'm glad you asked me. But if the tests are negative."

"I'll drive you back to Metropolis anyway. I only took a month off from work. Mr. Luthor is going to be furious if I take any more time."

"Right. Of course." The dickgirl reporter said.

They lapsed back into silence. A sort of uncomfortable silence. Lois hadn't really thought about what the future would be like outside of her quasi-imprisonment. Most of her bills were set to pay automatically, but she'd have to explain her absence to her boss somehow. Then there was the matter of the cock between her legs, which showed no inclination to shrink or go away.

Lois put her book down to stare at her dick. It was going to be weird, not having Mercy there to drain her balls four or five times a day. The reporter knew men somehow managed things without masturbating every couple of hours, so she imagined that she would too. Unless she went to S.T.A.R. Labs to see if they could remove it, make Lois a woman again, instead of a dickgirl.

Somehow, the thought of that saddened the reporter. She hadn't wanted this dick, but now that she had it, she had gotten...kind of attached to it. Sex with a dick felt good. Mercy Graves' tight twat felt good. Lois still thought of herself as a woman, but she had a dick, and liked to use it, and...

...and in one week, she was going to have to go home, and figure out what she was going to do with her dick and her life.

Mercy reached over and laid her hand on the reporter's dick. Over the last few days, the woman had gotten more handsy. She liked to reach out and touch Lois's cock, as if to reassure herself that it was there. To pull back the skin and run her thumb over the sensitive frenulum, to study glans, or to run downward and explore the scrotum and the sensitive balls inside there. Not always looking to have sex, just...Lois wasn't sure she knew why Mercy did it. Except that sometimes she just liked to hold it. Touch it.

"I'm going to miss this," Mercy said, setting her own book aside. "It's like a honeymoon. Not that I've ever had a honeymoon. Or will have."

"You might," Lois said. "I mean you're attractive, fit, strong...there are plenty of guys out there that would be lucky to have you."

Mercy shifted her grip. Her hand was warm, wrapped around the reporter's cock. Slowly, she began to stroke it. That was Mercy's not-so-subtle signal for Lois to get hard...and her cock obligingly began to do so.

"Never had much luck with guys," Mercy said. "And you know I prefer women."

"You could have fooled me," Lois said with a grunt. The reporter opened her thighs a little wider, rubbing her knee against Mercy's.

"I guess I've always been bisexual," Mercy said, her voice far away. Lois could see the woman was staring at her dick. "It's not easy to be a woman in my line of work. Sure, men will try to fuck you, but if you let them then they don't take you seriously; if you come on to women they don't trust you in the locker room. Damned if you do..."

Lois was hard now. Mercy began to stroke her faster.

"It's the same for journalism, believe me," Lois said. She crossed her arm over Mercy's, reaching down to press a finger against the woman's cunny. Unsurprisingly, it gave a wet squelch, and Mercy let out a little moan...but Lois didn't stick her finger inside. Mercy didn't like that. Instead, she rubbed her fingers against the woman's clit. It was always better when Mercy was wet. They had tried to go in dry once and it hadn't been a good experience for either of them. "In my position, I couldn't afford to let anyone think I'd risen to the top on my knees..."

They lay like that for a while. Mercy's hand moving up and down on Lois's cock until dribbles of precum ran down from the swollen purple head. Lois's fingers rubbing the clit, over and over, until streams of juice ran down from the woman's shaven slit. Then, by unspoken agreement, Mercy stopped stroking and brought her leg over to straddle the reporter.

Strong hands came up, and fastened for a moment on the reporter's throat, thumbs on either side of her trachea...but then they slipped up Lois Lane's pale neck to cup her jaw. Mercy's face was flushed, eyes dilated as she sank down on the reporter's cock...and brought her lips down, as she never had before, and pressed them against Lois's own.

The reporter's hands moved to grip Mercy's ass. They shared one breathe between them, lower bodies moving together. It felt like they were breaking some unspoken rule, in sharing that kiss...and an unexpected urgency filled Lois as their hips came together, in a way that she hadn't felt for all these three weeks.

Now she had a deadline. If Mercy Graves wasn't knocked up already...Lois Lane only had one week to do it.

Suddenly, in a way that Lois never had known before, she wanted to do that. Wanted to give Mercy that. Wanted to plant her seed deep inside of her lover. However it had started...whatever was going on in the outside world now...they had this little time together.

Lois Lane had never missed a deadline before...and she wasn't about to start now.