Epilogue: Reproductive

A farmhouse, outside the city limits of Metropolis. A long commute, by car. Not so far, by air. The older children, all under three, were sleeping. The nursery was ready for their new brothers and sisters. Not yet dawn...time enough...

Lois Lane panted. Sweating. Three pregnancies in as many years would take a toll on any woman's body. When the third pregnancy is octuplets...livid red scars ran around her grotesquely swollen belly. Big enough for a single three-year-old to be curled up within. Lois knew there were other scars, on her breasts, which would flop around ungainly if they weren't being crushed from behind by her husband's big, strong hands. The wedding ring gleamed on his finger in the darkness.

"Harder...Clark...please..."

He held her like aloft on her knees, the big belly bouncing as he took her from behind. Clark Kent buried his face in his wife's shoulder, and thrust more roughly. It was something more than pregnancy hormones. The bigger she got, the more insatiable Lois became. The closer the pregnancy came to term, the more she would talk about the next one.

A month ago, she had prevailed on him to bring what was left of the statue here. It was in the basement, directly below them. The summoning chamber recreated in exact detail. Sometimes Clark dreamt of it in his place, like this. That huge stone cock pounding into her from behind. Crushing her breasts in those claws. Fucking his wife. Giving her the children he couldn't. It made him harder when he had that dream.

The baby monitors were silent. The children slept like angels as their adopted father pounded their pregnant mother from behind. It wasn't always so. Often, Lois Lane felt, these were stolen moments. Her career as a reporter wasn't quite over, but she could feel it ending. There would be no time for such things after she gave birth. She would have eleven children...and her body showed it. The pounds kept packing on. Her hips spread, her ass was heavy and hanging. Not that Clark minded. It turned out he liked bigger women...and she had been scared her cunny would be too loose, but that wasn't true. No, her pussy was tighter as her belly grew, the weight of her huge womb bearing down.

"Once I'm...just a homemaker," Lois panted, the beginning of a second chin quivering. "A stay-at-home mom. I can devote myself...to my babies...making babies..."

Clark was pounding her steadily now, so hard and deep. He was always considerate like that, giving her exactly what she needed. Almost everything she needed.

It was a big house. Room for many children.

"You like it when I'm pregnant, don't you Clark?" Lois pushed back against him, face screwing up as his cock pushed just a little too deep. "You think I'm sexy?"

His hands released her breasts to grab her great distended abdomen. The skin was taut and full, veins vivid beneath the surface. Like a great balloon beneath his fingers.

"Yes," Clark said. "By Rao, yes..."

She gasped as he came. So hard and hot it felt like she was kicked in the stomach. It started her cramps...her familiar cramps...and Lois knew it wouldn't be long now.

"...I wonder how many we should have...next time..." She moaned, thinking about how empty she would feel after these eight were born...but Clark, he was always a super-help to her. Once, he had tried to talk to her about it...and the question had come up "how many?" How many was enough.

Lois smiled as she leaned back against him. His Kryptonian cum leaking out of her human cunt. So many women would kill their own mothers for a drop of his super-jizz, and yet he wasted it on her. Unable to fertilize her eggs. Like a good cuck. Her neck twisted, and their lips met. She loved him, and Clark loved her.

Yet the one thing she needed, he could not provide.

"As many as I can," Lois whispered in the dark, as the babies inside of her stirred.