Epilogue: The Last Ten Minutes

A golden trickle. Mercy Graves set the pregnancy test aside. Wiped and flushed. She walked over toward the bed.

"Now we wait," the naked woman said.

Lois Lane nodded. Sitting on the bed, unchained, Lois found her eyes hover on the brown, curly down of Mercy Graves' pussy. The bodyguard had grown it out, for her. The dickgirl reporter found herself reaching up to grab Mercy's wrist. The bodyguard could easily have twisted away...pinned Lois Lane down...but instead she allowed herself to be drawn into the reporter's lap. The reporter's cock sprang up like it had a mind of its own, the head touching the woman's ass cheeks.

"You don't have to," Mercy said, as the reporter's hands came around to rub her ass. The bodyguard let her arms dangle over the reporter's shoulders. "I mean, if I'm not pregnant over that last week..."

The reporter placed her forehead against Mercy's breastbone. She had fucked Mercy the last week like a teenager wanking. Five times was a slow day. It had gotten to the point where Mercy would be sitting there, legs drawn up, and Lois would lean over to lick her pussy...get hard again...and then move straight into fucking her. Pouring another load into that tight, furry twat. No matter how hard her cock ached, no matter how tired she was. Lois had been a dickgirl with a mission.

Now...now it felt different. They had done all they could. Mercy was or she wasn't. Ten more minutes would maybe tell, and then whether it said positive or negative, they would have to go home.

Mercy spread her thighs a little. A sigh escaped her lips as she sank with the hard, familiar length of the reporter inside of her. Lois knew her pussy had to be sore. For days, Mercy had been putting in the work of getting fucked. Streams of semen running down her thighs. Waking up to feel Lois sliding her hard cock into her in the middle of the night. It hadn't been making love. They'd fucked regularly, even when they had been angry with each other, even when they had started an argument about how evil Lex Luthor was. When Mercy had been so pissed at her that she couldn't look Lois in the face, the bodyguard had bent over the bed and told Lois to fuck her from behind, and Lois Lane had slammed her cock in as hard as she could, wanting it to hurt, wanting to make her cry...but she never did.

"I'm sorry," Lois said, her face still buried between Mercy's breasts. They just rocked back and forth, their hands sliding over each other. Naked body to naked body.

"What?" Mercy said.

The reporter lifted her head to stare Mercy in the eyes. "The other day...when I was angry. When I fucked you so hard. I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to hurt you."

Mercy smirked. She wrapped a lock of Lois Lane's dark hair around her finger.

"I told you," she said, voice pitched low. "I like it rough."

She laughed...and Lois laughed...and they rolled onto the bed, the moment lost as they moved together, playing with each other's bodies. Sharing a moment, stealing a little more time...and then their heads tilted. Their lips met, locked together. Tongues touched, squirmed. Lois felt her heart beat faster in her breast. Mercy's nipples were hard as they pressed against her lover's chest. The bodyguard's fingers clutched harder, her hip-gyrations became more insistent, and Lois began to speed up.

Locked arm in arm, panting, they clung to one another side-by-side as their hips pulled apart and slammed together...sweaty and ****, both of them knowing in their hearts that this might be the last time...their last time...

Mercy's fingers dug red lines into the reporter's back as she cried out...and the animal squeal is what pushed Lois over the edge, one final white load bursting deep inside of her lover...and Lois made a decision, right then, as they lay gasping for breath in another's arms.

"When...we get back to Metropolis," Lois took a long, shuddering breath. "Would you...I want you to go out. With me. I want to date you."

Face flushed, Mercy swallowed. "Even...even if I'm not pregnant?"

Lois grinned wider. "Especially if you're not pregnant. If anyone knocks you up, it had better be me!"

Mercy nodded. Lois could see the edges of her lips flicker, not sure whether to smile or not. The hazel eyes got watery.

"It...it might not work out. My job...Mr. Luthor...you have history..." Mercy said.

"Every relationship has its risks," Lois said. "But we can try, right? Make it work? I mean hell, we've already lived together for four weeks. That's three weeks and two days longer than I ever made it with anyone else."

"Okay," Mercy said, her voice small and soft and filled with what Lois could only describe as hope...and they embraced then, as the dickgirl's softening cock fell out of the dripping pussy, and shared their first kiss as a couple.

It wasn't until nearly half an hour later, as they were packed, dressed, and ready to go, that they remembered to check the pregnancy test. Lois and Mercy stared at the two blue lines in awe.

"We did it," Mercy said. She looked up at Lois. "I mean, the tests aren't always accurate early on...and...and miscarriages happen all the time, but I'm...I could be..."

Lois bit her lip. She was wearing a pair of Mercy's borrowed pants, and they were tight on her...especially in the front. The dickgirl reporter could already feel her cock strain against the fabric, making an obscene bulge, and Lois didn't care how much the exhausted penile tissue hurt. She slid her hand around her girlfriend's waist...and then down, to cup her ass.

"You know, we should celebrate. Maybe head to my place, get some takeout...I know you said Lex would bite your head off if you took any more time, but..."

"Well," Mercy said, licking her lips and leaning her hard, muscular body against the reporter's. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

Relationships are all about the give and take. But as Lois Lane had learned over the last month, an active sexual life definitely helped. She didn't know if that would be enough over the long run. Whether Mercy's loyalties would be divided, or if hers would be. How she was going to explain her cock to her friends and family. All she knew, as they left Mercy Grave's cabin, was that her eyes kept falling to her girlfriend's tight, muscular butt as they walked to the car...and Lois was going to keep tapping that ass for as long and hard as she could.