Epilogue: Through Illness and Health

Life in Metropolis was never normal, exactly. Alien invasions, supervillains, the occasional demonic incursion—Lois Lane and the rest of Metropolis had learned to roll with the occasional giant ape and caped crusader. People still needed to go to work and school; superheroes sometimes stopped crimes, sometimes cured small cancers. Not every crime or every disease, but there were people walking around, living, breathing, loving that wouldn't have otherwise...and everything else sort of sank into the background. Lois had seen a Metropolitan eat a hot dog while watching Superman fight Braniac, and when hometown hero prevailed, checked to see who won last night's basketball game.

Yet some things did change. Wonder Woman was seen more often in Metropolis. Most nights she stayed at Lois Lane's apartment. Sometimes they could plan ahead, but most often it was just a matter of when Diana was in town. By the end of the first week, Lois had given her the spare key. By the end of the second, she had her own toothbrush, and kept a spare change of civilian clothes so that they could go out for dates.

Talking. Seriously talking. Lois had never known a woman like Diana. The intensity of her gaze as she listened, really listened, to what Lois had to say—and the way she would ask questions like challenges, to **** Lois to think hard before answering. For all her brute strength and physical beauty, it was her mind that fascinated Lois Lane, after that first brief flash of physical attraction. Not to mention that Diana had lived such a long and interesting life...

One night, four weeks after that first night, Diana staggered in. The left side of her face was a purple bruise, and she had a distinct limp. Her Amazonian armor was dented, and there was blood on her sword. Yet she tried to smile when she saw the concern in Lois Lane's eyes.

"It's worse than it looks, love," Wonder Woman said as she staggered into the apartment. "Do you have a first aid kit?"

Lois helped her out of the armor. In the bathroom, the Amazon drank wine as the reporter ran a sponge over the dark bruises along her ribs. The reporter wasn't a medical technician, but she knew broken ribs when she saw them.

"I'll heal," Diana assured her. "I heal fast."

Lois got the tape. "You'll heal faster if I tape these, you're sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

Diana shook her head, winced, sipped. No more quips. Her right eye, blue and bright, watched Lois with amusement as the reporter nursed her. The sweat and grime of battle were wiped away. The reporter's strong, knowing fingers massaged the muscles of the calves, looking for any broken tendons...and then moving up to the thighs. Lois licked her lips as she saw the familiar slit, the dark strip of hair which Wonder Woman kept carefully trimmed.

"You shouldn't exert yourself," Lois told her, as she stripped out of her own shirt. Nipples hard, and not just from the cool night air.

"Maybe you should take the lead tonight," Diana said as she lurched carefully to her feet. She leaned on the reporter's shoulder as the naked reporter led her to the bed, though Lois was sure she probably didn't need to.

The Amazon lay on her side, the wounded half of her on top. From her panty drawer—their panty drawer, really, as Diana's star-spangled shorts and Amazonian loinclothes were folded alongside Lois Lane's panties—the reporter withdrew the violet ring. The light never diminished, not all the way...but when it dimmed, as it did tonight, Lois brought it to the matching lantern that they had found, and repeated the oath that echoed in her mind and heart.

"For hearts long lost and full of fright,

For those alone in Blackest Night.

Accept our ring and join our fight,

Love conquers all with violet light!"

The light flared...and not for the first time, Lois felt the rush of power filling her body. Wearing the ring, she almost felt high...but also emotional. The love she felt for Diana burned inside her heart until she felt fit to burst...and her pussy was burning. Lois breathed, letting the heat fill her body...and then focused it, shaped it, giving form and definition to her passion.

When Lois Lane opened her eyes, a burning spear of violet let rose gracefully from her crotch. A violet belt held it across her hips, extended down to her pussy to provide stimulation. She turned back to the injured Amazon that lay waiting on the bed.

Her hands ran across the smooth, muscular Amazonian ass. One slipped down between her thigh, and gently lifted it up...so that Lois could see the wet and leaking pussy.

The rounded tip of the violet energy construct nudged Wonder Woman's nether lips apart. The reporter's breasts rose and fell as she breathed a little faster, and Lois slid the burning rod into her slowly. She knew from experience the kind of electrical crackle that the violet energy constructs brought to the skin, the extra stimulation, the heat. Frictionless, the energy construct could have slid in dry without effort, but Diana was wet...battle always got her wet...and she had told Lois, late at night when the nightmares came to her and she awoke, about what she had done sometimes in the aftermath of battles. Who she had laid with. Allies, comrades. It wasn't love, with them. Just...finding comfort, solace, stress release. Some of them had feelings about it, Diana was sure, but it had always been her stance that unless she felt the same way, it was better not to get involved with them.

The reporter's hips smacked into the Amazon's ass, very gently. She began to move, achingly slowly. Her hand crept up Diana's thigh, toward her clit. It was so warm between those legs, and even in the darkness Lois could make out the mottled bruising of whatever horror had hurt her.

The violet light was growing as Lois moved. Sliding in and out, in and out. Her fingers found Diana's clit, the thumb rubbing gently, and Wonder Woman moaned softly into her pillow. Lois felt her heart race, each thrust driving the other end of the energy construct into her own pussy, and finally, before she lost her nerve or all control, Lois asked the question she had been meaning to for weeks.

"Diana...will you move in with me?"

The Amazon turned. She could only smile with half her face right now, but she was smiling.

"I was going to ask if I could. I spend so much time here anyway..."

Lois plunged the violet cock in deep, and leaned over her injured lover, to kiss her on the lips. The reporter was trembling with excitement, almost giddy with happiness and relief.

"Now fuck me hard," her girlfriend whispered.

Violet light seemed to burn through the reporter's veins and lend strength to her muscles as she grabbed the Amazon's hip and began to pound her pussy hard. Until the energy strap-on was just a beam of violet let connecting their two pussies, rubbing their cunts at the same time, providing the bridge between their two bodies. Diana shook and grunted, gasping sometimes in pain as the vibrations worked their way up to her damaged ribs, but also squeezing her superhuman cunt, shifting her hips to meet the reporter's wild thrusts, grabbing Lois Lane's wrist and driving her girlfriend's thumb into her clit harder and faster...

Until with a hoarse cry the Amazon shook and sighed and finally laughed, her body going limp, her breathing slowing down into a more regular, almost hypnotic rhythm as Lois, panting and sweaty desperately humped that sopping cunt, driving herself into the exhausted heroine over and over, foaming at the corners of her mouth as she gave herself over to lust...and finally crying out herself, higher and sharper but more softly as her pussy squeezed as hard as it could on the part of the energy construct inside of her...and then, with a thought, that was gone too.

Lois collapsed into the bed behind Diana, her sweaty breasts pressed into the Amazon's broad, muscular back, one arm beneath her pillow, the other resting on Diana's thigh.

Our bed, Lois thought, the violet ring flaring brightly for a moment on her finger. Though she could not see it, one of the stars in the sky outside flared brightly too...with a flash of violet light.