Epilogue: The Honeymoon Is Over

Metropolis. Dawn. Lois Lane smiled as her cock pressed into Kara's back. She reached out to run her hand over her wife's stomach. Eight weeks pregnant. Imperceptible to the naked eye...the Kryptonian still as thinly muscled as an underwear model...but beneath her hands, Lois could feel the tiniest of swells starting, proof of their child. Rising onto one arm, the dickgirl reporter raised her head and pressed her lips into her young wife's shoulder. A second kiss on that thin neck, and Kara moaned. The morning wood pressed into Kara's back, and with her right hand Lois reached down and **** the erection downward. Another moment and she would press the cock into her wife's cunt...

Then there was a blur of movement. A pale pink blur that turned red and blue as Supergirl donned her costume. A phantom kiss pressed against the reporter's cheek...and then Lois Lane was alone in bed. Again. Lois sighed as she pressed her hand into the warm spot where Kara had been a moment before. She rolled onto her back, cock pointing into the air, groaning in frustration.

Lois Lane stared down at her hard-on. This wasn't what she had imagined, when she had gotten married. But she supposed that all couples went through this kind of thing...and Kara was no doubt out fighting some cosmic menace or supervillain.

Worry flared through the reporter then. For Kara, and for the baby. Her wife had promised that she would be careful in the superheroics, but it didn't stop Lois from fretting and binging the news reports.

In the kitchen, the coffee machine beeped. Lois smiled. Kara must have set it before she had zipped off to save the world.

Lois clambered out of bed. The cock didn't want to go down, but Lois ignored it. She wasn't sure how men handled morning wood, but ever since experiencing Kara's pussy for the first time, masturbation had lost its savor. The reporter wanted to bust a nut in her wife's pussy, and nowhere else. Yet as the days went by, and emergencies prevented their normal sexual relations, Lois had become increasingly aware—and distracted—by a kind of pressure between her legs. A throbbing ball of need.

The reporter ignored it, and the cock went down eventually. Shower, shave her legs, a piece of toast...she decided on a skirt today, and the panty hose from Japan she had bought that had a kind of sheer sock that fit her cock; a simple white blouse and black jacket, two inch heels...and Lois was out the door, headed to work.

Clark Kent was in her cubicle. Her new cousin-in-law smiled.

"Morning, Lois," he said.

"Morning, Smallville. What's up?"

"Just wanted to—check in. How are you and Kara doing?"

The reporter sighed and put her purse down. "Honestly?"

He nodded. Clark was one of the few people that knew the truth about Lois and Kara...about her cock and Supergirl's pregnancy and all of it. While he loved his cousin dearly, he had also been Lois's friend for years. Lois didn't have to struggle long to overcome her initial desire to just say everything was okay. She had to tell somebody.

"I suppose it happens to everybody," Lois gave a weak, defensive smile. "I know she took a break from superheroing for a bit during our honeymoon, but now she's out at all hours and its...we haven't had the chance to be intimate, like we were, you know? I'm getting a little...pent up."

She flushed a little, wondering if that was too much information, but he nodded.

"When she gets farther along, she'll be home more," he told her. "But in the meantime...there are some alternatives."

"Like what?" Lois smiled. "You want to make a Supergirl sex-doll for me?"

He smiled back. Clark still wasn't comfortable with such sexually explicit talk, but Lois also knew he secretly liked to be teased.

"If you want. I normally don't make the robots at the Fortress of Solitude anatomically correct, but we could make an exception..." He smiled as Lois Lane's blush deepened a little. "No, I asked because I think...Kara has been a little distracted as well. I talked to her about it too."

His hand fished in a pocket, and took out a small black device that looked like an old-school beeper.

"This is a special Justice League communicator. One-way. Kara is the only one who can call it."

Lois took it. "So this is for...what?"

"I told Batman it was for emergencies," he said. Clark fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable with even that white lie. "But in truth, I thought it might help you two to...coordinate."

The reporter blinked. "It's a super booty caller?"

As if on schedule, the device beeped. Lois looked down at the tiny screen.

DAILY PLANET ROOF. 5 MINS.

He smiled.

"If Perry asks, I'll tell him you got stuck in traffic."

Lois lurched forward and gave Clark a hug, kissed his cheek...and then bolted for the stairs to the roof, too excited to wait for the elevator.

Superman rubbed the lipstick off...and did the best to turn his super-hearing to something other the high-pitched whine as the pregnant Supergirl came in fast, to meet her wife whose cock was already achingly hard. A part of him felt sad, wondering if in some other universe, that could have been them...but, he shrugged his great shoulders. Clark Kent did not begrudge them their happiness.