Epilogue: Super-Pregnant

Lois Lane Kent smiled and snuggled into her husband's arms. The wedding was officially next week, but Clark had proposed immediately, and they'd applied for the marriage license the next day, and Lois had already applied for the name change. They had been sharing the same bed for four weeks...and for all that time, the reporter's superhuman womb had continued to make its presence known, speaking in a voice that only the reporter could hear.

GOOD SEX. GOOD.

"Yes," Lois whispered. She ran her hands through the dark hair of Clark's chest. His morning wood was poking into her thigh. "Sex good."

MORE SEX. BABIES SAFE.

"Fine," Lois said sleepily. The reporter gently pushed her husband onto his back, and straddled his hips.

Her fingers explored the hard six-pack of his abs. Superman was like something out of an anatomy book, his body so spare, the muscles so well-defined. She eased her pussy back against a pecker so hard that it could split concrete, sighing in soft contentment as her superhumanly strong and sensitive vagina enveloped him. It was hard to even imagine what sex had been like before Lois had fucked Superman. Like comparing box wine to a grand cru.

The reporter's hands slid up to explore Superman's nipples. They were small, pink, and grew stiff as she pinched them. Her hips moved on their own, the womb taking control of the reporter's lower body as she began to rise and grind. Superman's cock slid in deep, the reporter's inner muscles squeezed and massaged his fat prick, to milk even more cum inside of the reporter's pussy. A part of her imagined that the womb had actually found a way to process the super-sperm to help the babies grow.

"How many babies are there?" Lois asked.

ONE, TWO, THREE...MANY. MANY BABIES.

"Quadruplets," Lois said, excited despite herself. She laid a hand on her stomach. How big would she grow? God, she was going to be enormous.

NEXT TIME MORE.

"More?" Lois said. She rose and fell on Superman's cock, her husband didn't even stir in his sleep. A dreamy smile on his face. The pregnant reporter wondered if he dreamed of knocking her up again.

BEST COCK. LOVE SUPERCOCK. WANT ALL BABIES.

"Yes," Lois agreed, and knelt down to kiss her husband's lips. Lay her breasts against that hard chest. Feel her pussy squeeze harder and tighter than any human woman's could. Over the last four weeks, her sentient reproductive system had shaped itself specifically for Superman's cock, and no other. She doubted even other Kryptonians would give him such pleasure...or that they could pleasure Lois Kent as well.

Superman's body stiffened as he began to cum. Her internal muscles went into overdrive; they began to vibrate and create a heavy suction to pull more of the semen out of him. Lois's womb could make his ejaculations last for over thirty seconds now. A little sigh escaped his lips as Superman's hands came up to grasp and squeeze the reporter's ass. Those big blue eyes opened.

"Who are you talking to?" he asked.

"My womb," Lois said, and kissed his lips. "She really loves you, you know."

"Does she?" Clark said and kissed her back. "Then I suppose I better keep her happy."

AND FULL.

"And full," Lois said. "Always, always full."