Epilogue: The Return of Lex Luthor

"...quintuplets," Lex Luthor said. "In a manner of speaking. Only the most developed should be born at any given time, barring surgical intercession. Kryptonian physiology is designed for overlapping sequential pregnancies, with separate amniotic sacs. Not litters."

Lois El-Lane reached down and squeezed Kara's hand. The young mother-to-be was absolutely enormous; if not for her superhuman strength, even walking might not have been possible.

"And Karen?" Lois asked, looking at her other wife. Power Girl was struggling into her bra...a Starr Labs special involving advanced nanomaterials. Her milk hadn't started yet, but Karen L. Lane's already prodigious bust was already growing.

"Twins. Natural twins, I should add. I take it the condoms I've provided have proven sufficient?" Lex tapped something into a tablet.

"Yes, thank you. For everything." Lois smiled, feeling positively giddy. "I wish there was something I could do for you."

Luthor looked up, one eyebrow raised.

"As a matter of fact," he said smoothly. "There is."

One Week Later

"Mrs. Lane?" Connor Kent called out as he entered the farmhouse.

"Hello, Connor," Lois said, coming in from the kitchen. She took a sip of whiskey from the glass and then set it down on a table. "Thank you for coming."

The lanky young man reminded her a great deal of a younger Clark Kent. The same dark hair and broad shoulders. Only the eyes told you that there was something else in the mix, that this Superboy was not just a clone of the Man of Steel. They were Lex Luthor's eyes. If he ever shaved his head, the resemblance would be striking.

She glided toward him, dressed only in a black silken robe, trimmed with silver. A Kryptonian-style garment. Clark had made all three of them matching gifts of them, after the second wedding.

"Mrs...Mrs. Lane!" The young man swallowed, not sure where to look. "You uh...you said you needed my help."

"Call me Lois, Conner. Con-El." The reporter inched forward. Placed a hand on her muscular chest. "Tell me Con...do you like cock?"

He licked his lips, swallowed hard. "Yes..."

Then

"...don't care if he's homosexual. But I consider him my progeny, and I want the line to continue. I need grandchildren." Lex Luthor finished.

Lois blinked, still holding Kara's hand tight. That Lex was basically asking her to seduce Superboy was...her mind grasped for the proper word. Ludicrous. Amazing. Inconceivable.

Hot.

The reporter could feel her cock hardening just at the thought, and she was glad she was wearing a skirt over her leggings, or else the spontaneous erection would be obvious to everyone.

"Lex, I...I know you've helped us, but I've made a commitment, an oath to Kara and Karen, and I can't che—"

"You should do it," Superwoman said, one hand rubbing her massive belly.

Power Girl, finally clasping the bra around her bust, nodded her assent. "I mean, it's not like he's some prostitute you're picking up off the street, or a one-night stand. Connor is family."

The buxom blonde slipped her white shirt down, adjusting the hole that revealed her noticeably more impressive cleavage.

Lois stood there speechless. It felt weird to even consider it.

"But he's a guy!"

Now

"...I'm a guy!" Connor protested. But Lois Lane's erection was poking out from the robe, rubbing against the buckle of the belt on his jeans. The dickgirl smiled, stomach a mass of butterflies.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I've got that covered."

She pulled the robe aside, freeing her breasts. The hard pink nipples were erect, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the blazing red gem hanging on its chain between her mammaries, the radiation washing over him with a familiar tingle.

"Kryptonite!" He gasped, the last syllable in a higher register.

Connor Kent didn't change in height, but some of his muscle mass shifted: the shoulders a little narrower, the arms and thighs narrower. Hips widened, making the jeans snug, and the chest bulged out as her modest breasts pushed out. The face softened too, the jaw a little narrower, lips fuller, adam's apple disappearing...

Lois grabbed his belt, undid the buckle.

"It's okay, Con...Connie," she said. "It's red Kryptonite. The effects are temporary. Haven't you ever wondered what it is to experience life on the other side?"

Nothing she said was a lie. Even as a Supergirl, he would be able to tell if she lied to him. But she also knew she wasn't telling him the whole truth...the way Luthor had explained the timing, the charts of Con-El's biorhythms, predicted just the right moment when he...if he were a she...would be ovulating...

The pants fell to the floor. The boxers beneath hung loose, no cock to hide. Lois pulled those off too, showing the dark forest of his virgin hairy twat.

The reporter undid her own robe, let it fall to the floor. She took Connie by the hand and led the young woman into the bedroom.

"It's okay," she said, pulling off his shirt. The young woman's eyes were fixated on the reporter's impressive cock. "I'll be gentle."

"It looks...really big." The wide-eyed young woman said. "Will it hurt?"

Lois reached over to the nightstand where the bottle of lube waited; put a dab of on her erection, rubbing it into the skin with both hands. She stared straight into his green eyes.

"Yes," gently she pried the former Superboy's knees apart, made her lay on the edge of the bed, ass hanging just over the edge. "But only for a little while."

The dickgirl rubbed her cock up and down the slit, feeling the wetness, the tightness there. Connie's nipples were hard, whole body shaking, afraid and desperately horny at once. Just like Kara had been.

Impulsively, Lois bent forward, her lips approaching Connie's. Came together in a warm, hot kiss. And when he closed his eyes, she rammed her hips forward, hard. She couldn't feel the hymen break, but Lois saw the eyes bunch and close harder, then shoot open.

For the second time in her life, Lois had taken a Kryptonian's virginity. They broke the kiss.

"Ow," was all Connie could say.

"Give it a minute," Lois let her fingers circle the young woman's breast, hefting and pinching at the softness. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be able to hold a tit in her hand, to cover it with a palm. Not that she would trade her wives for the world, but as far as mammaries went, they would put a couple of prize cows to shame.

"Touch me," Lois said. She brought her lips down to the young Kryptonian's shoulder, kissing gently. Fumbling, uncertain, then more boldly, Connie began to run her fingers over Lois Lane's body...her neck, her nipples, down the flanks of her hips, gripping and kneading her ass...and then Lois realized that more than one pair of hands was touching and fondling her.

She smiled to herself. Tactile telekinesis. Clever girl...

"Are you ready?" Lois asked. Connie took a deep breath, then nodded.

It was lovemaking, raw and simple, unhurried but not undeliberate. She taught the new girl, by actions more than words, how not to rush, even when the blood was pumping wildly in your veins and you might think your heart was going to explode. She plunged her cock into that waiting hole, and despite what Connie had said it did hurt, and she wasn't ready—but that was all right. Lois was there for her.

Pleasure balanced with pain, hands grasping and hugging, lips hot and eager, and through it all Lois plunged deeper and deeper, faster and faster, harder and harder, until Connie was panting and crying as the reporter's cock was just a slick blur, pounding in and out of the tight channel, the sheets below stained with lube and virgin's blood, and when Lois judged she was right on the edge, she asked the question.

"I'm going to cum, Connie. I'm going to shoot my load of babymakers into that fertile snatch. Gonna send you home all! Knocked! Up!" She punctuated each word by bottoming out inside the young woman. "Tell me you want it! Tell me you want to get big and pregnant like my other supersluts!"

"I want it!" Connie screamed, losing control a little, sending the reporter's ears ringing. "Cum inside me cum inside me I want it I want it I want it..."

And as Connie spasmed in the throes of her first orgasm, Lois unleashed her first torrent of sperm into the young Kryptonian woman.

The first of many. The red Kryptonite should last all weekend...and if Connie "caught"...then she would be stuck as Supergirl.

They panted in the afterglow, Lois still buried inside.

"Oh...wow," Connie managed. "Can we do that again?"