Epilogue: Wonder Woman Benefits Too

"It's...lovely, Lois. Thank you."

Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, smiled as politely as she could. In truth, the statue was incomparably ugly. The swollen, gravid stomach and pendulous breasts reminded the heroine of ancient fertility statues, the prehistoric outpourings of neolithic Cro-Magnon shamans and midwives. Yet the ugly little nub of a head...the clearly defined vaginal cleft...and the odd swirls carved into its form let Diana oddly disconcerted. She couldn't get it out of her head that the statue was staring at her, somehow—and that whatever goddess it represented disapproved.

"Are you sure you can bear to part with it? Diana asked, hoping maybe Lois would rethink the gift.

The reporter smiled and patted her stomach. "No, I don't need it anymore."

Diana's blue eyes grew wide as she realized what Lois meant.

"Oh! Congratulations. When did you and—"

"It's not Superman's," Lois said. The reporter was still smiling, but there was a brittle quality to it.

"Oh...oh! I'm...I just...I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Lois said. Looking at her again, Wonder Woman wondered if she couldn't see some of the signs of early pregnancy in the reporter. Her skin looked free of blemishes, and perhaps the shirt was a little tighter around the midsection than before...but no, if Lois hadn't told her, Diana didn't imagine she'd have guessed.

"Well, thank you," Diana said, as politely as she could. "Although I certainly don't have any plans to get pregnant soon."

"Neither did I," Lois said. "Not that I think the idol had anything to do with it. It's just...now that I am with child, I feel like I need to pass it on, somehow."

The women shared a polite chuckle at this superstition.

In her apartment, Diana wondered where to put the ugly thing...nowhere near her shrines to Athena or Aphrodite, that was certain. A part of the Amazon thought about just throwing the thing in the trash...but she settled, in the end, on putting it on a bureau in her bedroom.

Perhaps if Wonder Woman had dreamed that night, she would have grown suspicious. But she did not dream. That night or any of the nights following. Sleep came to her swiftly, and no memories of all her long life haunted her rest, not the battles she had fought or the friends and enemies she had seen die. She awoke each morning with no memory of tossing and turning, no sign that anything was untoward...except...

A few weeks later, Diana awoke from her dreamless sleep and felt a familiar dampness between her legs. Immediately, her mind went to the calendar, and she tossed back the sheets expecting a crimson stain on her loincloth...but there was none. Only a clear gooeyness issuing from her slit, as familiar as it was unexpected. The Amazon rubbed it between her fingers, not sure why she should be so wet...her body wasn't even that excited.

The date for her period came and went. The moonblood did not flow.

Perhaps that was what caused Wonder Woman to be more conscious of any changes in her body. She examined her breasts, which felt a little puffy and sore. Weighed herself three times a day, even though she knew that was madness. Took even more care with her diet, more exercise in the gym...and more relish when the call came out for battle, glad to lose herself for an hour or two in battle with whichever supervillain had decided to surface this week.

Except even that little pleasure was soon lost on Diana. The Justice League was busy, dealing with some alliance between the League of Assassins and the Court of Owls, and with every battle she could feel the eyes of her male coworkers upon her body. Probably it was no more than normal. Superman especially had been somewhat distracted lately, no doubt because of the situation with Lois. Wonder Woman's heart went out to him, sure he must be suffering to see the woman he loved bear the child of another...

"Aaagh!" Diana screamed. The ray blast had caught her directly in the stomach, blasting apart her metal bustier, and the heroine felt a rib crack as she slammed painfully against one of Gotham's concrete art deco statues. The Amazon grimaced at the pain, and a moment later her lasso was in her hand. With a flick, it caught the ray gun, tightened on it in a shining golden noose, and then crushed it with an explosion of greenish flash.

Half a heartbeat later, Superman was at her side. Red eye-beams flashed in quick, controlled bursts, and the battlefield grew quiet.

"Diana," he said. Those big blue eyes turned toward her in concern. "You're hurt!"

The Amazon gave a pained smile. "Lucky shot," she said. "I'll heal."

She grit her teeth, and allowed him to take her hand as she pulled herself out of the rubble. Pain lanced through her side, and she observed the wound. There was an ugly burn mark across her abdomen. Superman stared at it intently for a moment.

"The radiation doesn't appear to have penetrated the skin. No internal damage to your intestinal and reproductive systems."

"I don't recall giving you leave to look at my reproductive systems," Wonder Woman joked—and then immediately regretted it, as she saw the blush come to his face.

"Diana—I didn't mean—"

She gave him a pat on the shoulder, as she would any comrade.

"Just a joke, Man of Steel." Diana said, and without quite knowing why, she winked.

Diana lay naked beneath the purple ray. The healing power of Amazonian technology would see the tissues knit and heal within minutes, the wound scabbing, dead dry tissue flaking off into a fine ash within moments. With a warrior's eye toward anatomy, Diana realized that Clark had been right to worry about her reproductive system. A sustained burn from such a weapon would have irradiated her ovaries, possibly fried her uterus...rendered her infertile. Permanently.

That thought nagged at Lois throughout the night, even after the physical wound had healed. Lois felt the familiar dampness between her legs. She was always wet today, for some reason. The eyeless idol seemed to follow Diana as she wandered around the room, too tense to sleep, too tired to try and distract herself with a book or film, exercise or meditation. She had just decided to try and relax with a prayer to Aphrodite when there was a gentle knock at the door.

Without thinking of her nakedness, Diana opened the door...and Superman stood there, gawking like a teenager for a moment. Wonder Woman grinned, for the first time noticing the bulge within his red shorts. It was the first time she had ever gotten a rise out of the Last Son of Krypton.

"Diana...I'm so sorry. I just wanted to check if you were all right..."

"Fit as a fiddle," Diana tapped her rock-hard abs with her fist to demonstrate. Once again she felt that flutter of emotion for him...wondering what it must be like to see the love of his life pregnant by someone else.

Maybe he needs someone to talk about it, Diana said, and opened her door wider.

"Come in," she said...and then realized how she must look, a naked Amazon inviting a man into her apartment!

Yet he stepped across her threshold, and quick as a cat Diana closed the door, a tense excitement causing her heart to leap...and she wasn't sure why.

Superman, not sure where to turn his gaze, seemed to study her apartment. Spartan by most human standards, Diana kept spare armor and weapons on the walls, but no pictures, no knickknacks except the religious idols in their niches as makeshift shrines, and the gravid, pregnant grotesque thing on the bureau of her bedroom. Diana caught him looking at it.

"Lois gave it to me," she saw him flinch at the name, salt poured on an open wound, despite how many weeks must have passed.

"I'm sorry," Diana said immediately. "I shouldn't have brought her up."

He turned, eyes carefully kept above the level of her collarbone, and gave a disarming smile.

"It's fine," he said. Superman was a notoriously bad liar, he had no practice in it, and Diana could read the anguish in his face...and something else, the way his eyes stayed perfectly steady, not allowing his self-control to slip for a moment.

Wonder Woman wondered what she would do for any other comrade and ally that was experiencing such obvious suffering. Maybe opening up to her own problems would help Superman open up to her.

"It's not fine. In truth, I've been a little distracted on the battlefield lately," she said. One hand reached out to caress his arm, and Superman did not flinch at the conflict. "Something's been off with me lately. Some need that had gone unaddressed. Don't you feel that way, Clark?"

Her hand had slipped up to his face. That strong jaw pointed at her. Not first the first time, Diana wondered what it would be like...

Then he was on her. Arms wrapped around her, lips pressed against her own. The heat and hardness of his cock trapped between them, grinding at her stomach. Immediately, the Amazon's wet cunny flooded, staining his red pants, dripping down her legs. With a display of strength she hugged him back, her hands grasping at his head and back, fingers catching at the cape, pulling it off..

They tumbled into her bed. Her healed wound itched fiercely, but it was her body on fire, especially her cunt. With a lurid need that Diana had never experienced, she puled the pants down to free the throbbing thickness. Her mouth latched onto it hungrily, her salivary glands working overtime, drooling spit onto his dick. Except Diana knew she didn't want to just blow him.

With a serious effort, she drew herself up on top of him, squatting bove that cock in an awkward stance, supported with her left arm and the balls of her feet as she used her free hand to guide the superhuman cock toward her hot box.

"Diana!" Superman gasped. "I don't...don't have a condom..."

"Neither do I," Wonder Woman purred...and then sank down on the shaft with a hiss of such bliss that it felt like a balm for her tortured soul.

They rutted like animals, that first time. Wonder Woman's ass shook and slammed down, pounding Superman into the bed. A sense of anticipation filled Diana as she bounced on that cock, Superman's hands running over her thighs, his mouth seeking out her nipples, sucking like a baby.

Baby, the though caused a warm glow to fill the Amazon's mind and body. She cried out aloud, an animal sound, bereft of humanity. Like a bitch n heat, **** for the one thing that could put out the fire between her legs.

Superman delivered. He shuddered and shook even as she gyrated, her own climax far off yet, and yet he held her so tight that Diana wondered if he wouldn't break her newly-healed rib again...the same grip that Wonder Woman had seen from drowning sailors clutching to bits of floating debris...and the explosion inside of her left her breathless. Like a white-hot brand thrust up inside her, searing a mark of ownership on her womb.

Diana continued to ride him. His stiff prick did not flag for a moment, as Diana worked toward her own climax, riding his cock, stirring up the super-sperm in her cunny until her cunt was a wet, dripping, frothy mess...nor did he stop his caresses, until Wonder Woman collapsed into his arms, shaking and momentarily spent, silver stars sparking before her eyes...

...which fell on the statue, the ugly little nob of a head now seeming to project grudging satisfaction.

"Thank you, Diana," Superman said quietly.

"Don't thank me yet," Wonder Woman said as she turned to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Not until we're done, anyway."