Epilogue: The Curse Is Not Lifted

It was a long night. Superman carried both pregnant women into the nearest maternity ward, before the first babies had begun to crown. Lois Lane remembered him standing there in between them, holding their hands gently as they screamed and squeezed...infinitely patient...and things did not all go smoothly. Both Lois and Zatanna managed to tear, blood spilling onto the sheets as their vaginas ripped down almost to their assholes...and the doctor stitched them back up again.

The morning was well underway by the time the women were resting, side by side, bouncing baby babies sucking on each teat. They could have been quadruplets...they had the same dark hair, the same blue eyes, though babies often got darker eyes as they grew older.

Batman and Doctor Fate waited until that moment to arrive.

"Br—Batman," Zatanna said, eyes fluttering slowly. Her voice drawled, the **** still making her a bit loopy. "I knew you'd come..." She giggled at that, uncharacteristically.

Lois Lane felt groggy...woolly-headed...but more and more she found her eyes drawn to Superman's crotch. Her own pussy hadn't healed yet...even through the **** she could feel the pain down there...yet Lois could feel the heat building inside.

"The curse..." she said.

"Curses," Doctor Fate's voice echoed hollowly from his helmet. The sorcerer waved his hands in strange, deliberate patterns, as though tracing certain symbols in the air. The gloved hands began to glow, and for a moment Lois could almost see the shape of those symbols, hear the words he whispered. Then he stopped.

"A fertility curse. The magic is powerful; I can feel Zatanna's influence, and that of another. She tried to use her logomancy to subvert it, but the curses are layered and intermingled, and hold both women in their skein."

Lois and Zatanna tried to explain...but the more Lois talked, the harder it became to find the right words...and the more her mind drifted back to Superman's cock, wondering what it felt like, looked like, smelled and tasted like...

"...then she was like 'oot em,' and her stomach got huge, and we called Superman and..." she licked her lips. "I'll bet you're real big."

"The rapid gestation merely reset the curse. They must go through a full, normal pregnancy," the sorcerer said.

"The doctor says they're in no shape for sex, maybe not for weeks," Batman growled. "Artificial insemination might be a possibility, if they can consent..."

"Wanna fuck!" Zatanna said. Then glanced down guiltily at the babies sucking on her dark nipples.

Superman frowned. "Are we really thinking of impregnating them again? They just had twins, and we don't even know the fathers..."

"You are the father of Lois Lane's twins," Batman grunted. "I'm the father of Zatanna's. Check their DNA if you don't believe me."

The Kryptonian's mouth fell open...and then he stared hard at the babies in Lois Lane's arms. Turned his head and stared at the two in Zatanna's.

"How?" he asked the world's greatest detective.

"Zatanna would have gone for the sperm she knew. The Justice League keeps samples in preservation in case of...incidents in the field that could render us sterile. The world still needs heroes. Zatanna knows that. She would have gone for the best."

"I never gave a sperm sample!" Superman said.

Batman looked smug, but didn't explain. The Kryptonian shook his head. "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to ma and pa...we're not even married."

"Blame it on living in the city. I'm sure they'll be happy just to have grandchildren. Anyway, I'm sure we can arrange a double wedding...once Lois and Zatanna are back to normal."

The two women stared at the caped crusaders vacantly. Most of the conversation was going straight over their heads.

Doctor Fate had continued to wave his hands, mouthing spells. The babies followed his glowing gestures and smiled at the lights...but tired from birth and fully fed, the four bundles of joy were even then nodding off to sleep and filling their diapers. Nurses came in to take them away from their mothers for a little while.

"I believe I can heal these wounds and induce ovulation without upsetting the curse." He announced. "But I would suggest, if copulation is to take place, it happen immediately."

Batman carefully closed and locked the door before he took off his utility belt. Zatanna licked her lips, reaching down between her legs. She didn't understand quite what was happening, but a part of her seemed to understand she was about to get fucked...

"Right here and now?" Superman said. "Not...privately?"

"Distance is a factor," Doctor Fate said. The Amulet of Anubis at her throat spilled forth a pale light, and the two women gasped as torn flesh knit together, and fatigue poisons were flushed from weary muscles. Though they could not feel it, their bodies were already moving into the perfect biochemical configuration to maximize chances of impregnation. "And time."

"Tights off, Clark," Batman said as he removed his cape and cowl. "The mothers of our children need our help. Besides—it's nothing I haven't seen in the Justice League showers."

Nothing of which kept Superman from blushing as he doffed his cape and boots, and drew his blue shirt over his head. Lois Lane's hand was already under the covers, between her legs. Her cunny felt tight as she pressed her finger into the hole...too tight...tighter than it should have for a woman who had just squeezed twin boys out of her hole...but she was dripping, body hot and wet and eager, almost vibrating with animal need.

Superman and Batman stood naked before the beds as Doctor Fate chanted. The new mothers tossed the sheets off the bed, ripped off their paper smocks.

Pregnancy is not always kind to a woman's body. There were stretch marks on the once-flat bellies and milk-swollen breasts. The nipples were puffier, darker, thicker. Hips and asses spread out farther. The doctors had shaved their pussies during labor, so that they gleamed wet and pink.

The Man of Steel was hard in moments. Batman pressed a nerve cluster at the base of his spine, and his cock filled with blood.

"Superman...please," Lois thrust her pussy forward. "Need fuck!"

Batman didn't wait for Zatanna's bimbo pleas. He crawled onto the bed, smiling.

"Want to help me make something disappear?" he whispered. Zatanna answered him with a kiss, pressing her mouth over his own, hands around his neck as she drew him down onto and into her.

Superman bent over and lifted Lois up. Her legs immediately clamped around his waist, and he turned and sat on the bed. His cock throbbed against her pussy. The tip was just a few inches shy of her belly button.

"Lois," he said. "I have to tell you..."

"Smallville," Lois murmured. Even with the bimbo curse eating her brain, parts of Lois Lane were still working. Her hands clutched those broad, muscled shoulders, and she levered herself up so that her recently-repaired cunny pressed against the head of his superhuman dick. "Fuck baby in me."

She squeezed herself down. Buried her face in his shoulder and bit down, because her stitched-and-healed cunny was too tight. It was like driving herself down on a steel spike. Yet every instinct drove her down. It was like losing her virginity again...like Superman's cock was shaping her cunt...and when she sank down, all the way onto his dick, a trickle of blood oozing over his testicles, Zatanna was already beginning to moan as Batman's pounding prick hit its stride.

The Dark Knight attacked Zatanna's pussy like a magician sawing a virgin in half. Her lips babbled, brain too far gone to manage any spells, her pregnancy swollen tits squishing against his broad pecs and leaving milky trails down abs that she could grind cheese off of. Weirdly, she began to cry as he kissed her neck, tongue seeking out the little spots that would drive her into an orgasmic frenzy.

Zatanna didn't think she'd ever been this happy.

Lois fucked Superman at her own pace. Thighs braced against the mattress, she rose and fell on that cock, letting the swollen head scrape against all her sensitive spots, pussy clamping down whenever she lifted herself up, relaxing as she slid down. Slow, but intense. Superman was panting, afraid to touch her lest he crush her with his strength, feeling every fold and muscle inside of her birth canal, knowing instinctively when his long prick threatened to touch the still-sensitive cervix...

Their lips met as they tasted each other for the first time. Zatanna began to squirt as Batman redoubled his pistoning pounding, the witch unable to say anything except "Baby baby baby!" over and over and over.

Four people cannot cum at the same time. Yet it would have taken a superhuman effort to count the milliseconds between Batman's hot ejaculate flooding Zatanna's cunt and the fireworks that exploded behind her eyes, toes curling and body clenching the Dark Knight to her as if afraid to ever let him go. Superman came before Lois too...but he was still cumming, cum bubbling up from whatever deep reservoir they came from in his alien anatomy. He was still cumming when Lois finally took her teeth away from his shoulder, raising her weary head to press her mouth against his.

Doctor Fate lowered his hands. His amulet ceased to glow.

"It is done. The curse is in abeyance. Should the pregnancies proceed as normal, the conditions will be fulfilled."

Lois broke her lips. Light and intelligence came back into the violet eyes as she looked at her husband-to-be.

"That doesn't mean we have to stop," she purred. "Clark."

"You can go again, right Bruce?" Zatanna said, rolling over in the bed so that the Dark Knight was beneath her.

Batman and Superman shared a momentary glance. It looked like they were in for more than they had bargained for...and both men grinned, knowing that it would be worth it.