Epilogue: To Thine Own Self Be True

On her knees in the LexCorp bathroom, Mercy Graves Lane stared at her breakfast, swirling down the toilet. Morning sickness was supposed to cut out by now, but here she was at 22 weeks puking into a toilet.

If it was morning sickness.

Mercy stared into the washroom mirror as she brushed her teeth. The "healthy glow" of pregnancy had brought out the color and softness of her skin. She seldom wore makeup before, but with Lois she had begun to try and make herself a little more respectable. A little eyeliner, a touch of lipstick. Her hair was still short and boyish, but her face looked altogether more...feminine. As she fetched the lipstick from her purse to touch it up, she felt the weight of the wedding band on her finger.

People had noticed. That, and her distended abdomen. Mercy still hadn't gone to the open maternity blouses designed for LexCorp personnel, but there was no hiding the taut, swollen stomach that protruded now. She had heard the whispers in the hall, seen the looks from the men and women. Rumors were going around. Luthor's name was mentioned. He wouldn't like that.

He would like the truth of what she was doing even less.

"Ah...ah...fuck....Superman's been tracking a whole...Kryptonite comet...chunk of old Krypton...coming dangerously close to Earth...Great Caesar's ghost, I love your pregnant pussy..."

Mercy's moans filled Lex Luthor's office. The bodyguard's cheeks flushed with more than a hint of rouge. Especially when her own voice broke in, begging for her wife's cum.

She stood stiffly before his desk, hands at her sides, his bald pate gleaming as he reviewed the latest data from the bugs, the wire taps, and the computer worms that Mercy had installed. Her stomach lurched as he played back that particular segment of audio.

"A Kryptonite comet," Luthor drummed his fingers on his desk. "My aerospace assets haven't detected anything like that yet. Has she said anything more about it?"

"Not yet," Mercy said, resisting the urge to rub her belly. She had found her doing that more often lately, especially when stressed. She sucked in her breath. "I didn't want to push it. Seem too curious."

"Hmm. It bears looking into," he said. His green eyes flicked and looked Mercy up and down, focusing at last on her stomach. "You're coming along, aren't you?"

Mercy licked her lips, tasted lipstick. "The doctor says I'm bigger than I should be. Nothing wrong with the baby. Just...bigger than normal."

He nodded. "Yes, I've been keeping abreast of your medical records. Still, with your current condition your duties as a bodyguard are...too potentially perilous. Which is why I'm promting you to chief of our Executive Security Services."

Her hazel eyes widened. "That's...a desk job!"

Lex Luthor gave a rare grin. "Yes, and I expect you to be at your desk, until you take maternity leave. You are too valuable an asset to risk on escort details. You will still report directly to me. The intelligence we're getting through your spouse will prove invaluable in future operations."

Mercy swallowed hard. It was a promotion, technically, but it felt like she was being sidelined. "Yes, sir. I understand."

Lex pressed a button. The audio clip played again, Mercy's ecstatic moans and grunts filling the room.

"...dangerously close to Earth..."

His green eyes were unusually intense. "I may have additional instructions for you. We need the trajectory data for that comet."

Mercy Graves Lane's new office had already been arranged. A brass plaque on the door, her old possessions moved into the new space. Surreptitiously, she slid a dongle out of her purse and into a port at the back of her new computer. It blinked, off and on, on and off. Her stomach lurched. Then the light went steady...and she pulled it out, the task done.

Betrayal had never felt so easy.

WayneBucks at the corner of 5th and Apollo was on the way home. A slice of cheesecake, which a few months ago would be a hedonistic experience that required hours at the gym to atone for, was now a daily routine. She took her seat next to a man reading a newspaper, his cup of coffee growing cold.

"He asked about the comet," she said, soft enough so that no one else would hear. "Wants the trajectory."

"Good," Batman said beneath his disguise. "And the spyware?"

"Installed on my computer," Mercy said between mouthfuls.

"You're doing the right thing," Batman said as he folded his newspaper and got up. "I'll be in touch."

Mercy's stomach lurched as she walked the few blocks home. It was her home now, her and Lois's...their little space together, their life, their baby. The pregnant woman's heart hammered in her chest. Tasted bile in the back of her throat. If Lex found out...but if she didn't...

Lois met her at the door, already dressed in her workout clothes. It was part of their time together. Helped them keep fit. Except Mercy's eyes dropped to the bulge in her wife's pants, the hard cock that had knocked her up. The reporter took one look at her wife and understood. She grabbed Mercy's hand and guided her to the toilet as the pregnant woman's stomach roiled, on the verge of a panic attack, Mercy rubbing her swollen stomach.

As the new LexCorp executive bent over the bowl, her wife was pulling down her pants. A feather-soft flutter of fingertips confirmed how wet Mercy was. The hot cock slid into Mercy's pussy with practiced ease, the pregnant woman gasping. Knowing every sound was being recorded, transmitted...but in that moment, she didn't care. The tension eased out of Mercy's body as the cock pressed in to its full length, Lois Lane's hands fumbling with the shirt to get at her wife's breasts.

It was the one thing that relaxed Mercy. The one time and place she could just be herself, no lies, no divided loyalties. Her cunt belonged to this cock, and no other.

"Have I ever told you," Lois whispered. "How absolutely sexy my pregnant wife is? Sometimes I think I want to keep you knocked up forever."

Mercy moaned, gripping the bowl...but the nausea was fading. Lois was gentle, as she always was at the start. Sliding her prick in and out, careful not to hurt her. There were times when they both wanted it rough, but right now, Mercy needed to be cuddle-fucked and Lois knew it.

"Keep fucking me like that," Mercy said, not caring who heard her. The wet slaps of Lois Lane's hips hitting her ass echoed in the bathroom. "And maybe I'll let you."

Lois Lane's hand slid over Mercy's. Their wedding bands clinked. The ink was barely dry on the wedding certificate, and it all seemed so surreal...but it was real. This was really happening. Mercy Graves, married and pregnant to Lois Lane. Like a happy ending...or a whole new beginning.