Epilogue: One Thousand Pregnancies Later

In the birth hut, Lois hung onto the rope. Sweat dripped down her body, breasts bulging once more with milk, bloated belly hanging low. She grunted in the familiar mix of pain and rapture that accompanied each birth. Every time Lois was afraid her pussy would never recover, but it always tightened up again...for forty weeks, anyway.

"Push, mother," her daughter said. "She's crowning."

"It's a boy this time," Lois said. "I can feel it."

Outside, she could hear the noise of New Metropolis. Engines running on homemade **** powered stoves and provided electricity. Parents tended children—many her own children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Soon, the hunters would return with whatever game they had managed to recover...and the post-riders would come in bearing news from the outside.

With one final push, screaming out as her pussy was stretched wide, Lois Lane was delivered of her burden. Her eldest surviving daughter held her thousand-and-first in her arms, washing off the blood. Lois panted, legs wobbly. Her belly tingled as the magic took effect once again. Womb healing, belly growing taut. Deep within, an egg was fertilizing itself, another soul to be reborn in forty weeks' time.

It had been so long, Lois forgot what it was like not to be pregnant.

Someone clapped outside the hut, but did not wait for permission to come in. The mother's face split into a grin as she saw the tousled blond mane of Kamandi as he entered the hut. The youth was well-muscled, with no trace of fat on him at all. Like a hero from before the Great Disaster that had broken the world.

He grinned to see her too. "Still trying to repopulate?"

"Try, nothing," she accepted the babe from her eldest daughter, holding it up to her breast. Instinctively, the dark-haired newborn latched onto her nipple and began to suck. Kamandi watched in fascination as the newest member of the tribe greedily took its fill.

"There is news," he said, more gravely.

"It can wait. Daughter, go. Take your brother with you."

Lois handed the nameless boy to the woman, who looked older than her mother. Perpetual youth was part of the price of her obligation. She looked at the boy fondly, trying to think of a name. When the daughter had left, Kamandi tried to speak.

"It is about..." She silenced him by slipping a hand inside his loincloth. Feeling the hard manhood there. Her lips pressed against his, and his strong arms wrapped around her.

"I missed you. My pussy is still sore," Lois said, voice low, handing stroking his cock to life. "But my ass has missed you too."

While barely 19, the young Kamandi was among the gentlest lovers she had ever known. Kneeling down on the furs she felt his tongue slide inside of her. Always consciencious, even though she knew he had been traveling for weeks, and would be ready to burst. She could feel his eagerness as he lined the head of his cock up with the little depression of her ass.

Kamandi's control was exceptional, moving his cock in and out slowly, working it in and out, letting her get used to it as he plunged a little deeper every time. By the time the pale balls were slapping into her ass, Lois was howling, urging him on to fuck her hard, ass gently squeezing his erection as she begged for him to blow his load inside of her.

In the afterglow, milk dribbling from her tits, she cleaned off his cock with her mouth, tongue playing with the piss-slit. One day soon, she would have to initiate him into some of her other games...pair him off with one or more of her daughters, to add his strength to her tribe. Not for the first or the hundredth time did Lois wish her perpetual pregnancy would pause, just long enough so that she could carry a man's child...but she knew that wasn't how it worked. As soon as one child was borne, another was planted in her womb, the egg fertilizing itself.

"I traveled far to the south," Kamandi said. "To the ice-peaks. I found...I believe I have found...the Man of Steel!"

Lois turned to stare at him, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, the head poking her cheek obscenely. Something fluttered inside of her, a feeling she thought had long been lost.

The Man of Steel...Superman!