Epilogue: Maternity Leave

The twins kicked Lois Lane awake. The reporter rubbed her stomach as she tried to pick up the last fragments of the dream she'd been having. Lois had Wonder Woman tied up with her own golden lasso, spreading the Amazon's pale cheeks. The male members of the Justice League were lined up, cocks out, Batgirl and a very pregnant Raven serving as fluffers to get them hard. The former reporter had drooled spittle onto Superman's cock as he slid it into Wonder Woman's unprotected cunny, knowing that the Amazon wouldn't leave here until she was knocked up.

Angie kissed her shoulder. Lois stared into the darkness, and raised her leg in invitation. The scarlet cock slid along the reporter's pussy lips, getting nice and wet.

"Babe?" Lois asked. "Am I a bad person?"

The demon's hand slid under the pregnant woman's knee, opening her up further. At thirty-six weeks with twins, Lois was far less flexible than she had used to be...and she was almost sick of being pregnant. The weight, the aching tits, swollen ankles...she barely got any sleep at night, and felt like an absolute cow...but Blaze pushed her cock inside the tight channel, and Lois sighed, knowing there was one thing she could count on to make her feel good.

"You're a great person," Blaze said, as she planted kisses along the reporter's neck. "My favorite person. Why do you ask?"

Lois frowned.

"I know I'm on leave, but I still get reports. We're looking at potentially fifteen conception events from the Titans orgy...and it just feels...I mean, it's a conspiracy against these young women. They should be able to decide for themselves if they want to get pregnant, have kids, when..."

Blaze kicked off the sheets. Her right arm slid underneath her wife's armpit, so that the crimson hand could encompass a milk-swollen tit and squeeze it.

"Sweetmeat, I've been dealing with human sin for thousands of years. I can guarantee you, in all that time, young women have had no problem getting pregnant on their own. What's different is that you have provided a support system, so that those women who choose to carry those pregnancies to term can do so without sacrificing their careers or their education. You're making sure they get the right pre-maternity care, and putting systems in place so that they have childcare, medical care, food, stipends...there are millions of women in this world that get knocked up and don't have any of that. Who face dire choices of getting pregnant and suddenly spend the rest of their lives in poverty, and their kids in poverty, and stuck in a cycle that it's hard to break out from."

Lois leaned back against her wife, huttocks pressing into the demon's hips, cock sliding in and out so easily...Lois wondered what she would ever do if she didn't have this cock to ride, whenever she wanted it.

"And if some of those young sluts decide they like popping out super-powered babies...what of it?" Blaze rolled over, easing the reporter up so that the great protuberant belly was hanging in front, easily handling all of Lois Lane's weight. "I mean, I plan to keep you knocked up for the rest of your natural life."

Lois spread her legs, feet planted flat on the bed. She bit her lip and flexed her thighs, her body rising up just an inch before sliding down again.

"I don't know about that," Lois said. "These two have already ruined my figure."

"You are beautiful pregnant," Blaze insisted. "And I'll fuck a whole superteam into you, if I have to, just to prove it."

Lois laughed. "What would we call them? Satan's Six? Blaze's Bastards?"

"Not at all," the demon twined her left hand with Lois Lane's, so that their rings touched. "After all, they're all going to be legitimate."

Lois Lane laughed...and her mind went out to what was happening, around the world.

On the Justice League satellite, Wonder Woman was holding Starfire's ankles in the air as Nightwing pumped his second load of the evening into the orange-skinned alien's tight twat. The Amazon's tight abs couldn't conceal the bare beginnings of a baby bump.

In Titans Tower, Raven laid back as a green young man with the head of an anteater slipped a very long tongue inside her pregnant pussy.

In Central City, the nineteen-year-old Impulse was tied in place, vibrating in excitement...and riding his cock, the Black Bat Cassandra Cain gasped as the cock churned her unprotected cunny.

In the Batcave, Selina Kyle was on her knees, belly almost touching the floor as she licked and slurped at Batman's cock. The kitty had a craving, and was determined to get her cream.

In a barn in Smallville, Superboy Connor Kent was plowing Mary Marvel, as Captain Marvel Jr. emptied his balls inside of Supergirl. The two young men were facing each other, and shared a kiss, their little polycule complete.

In Arkham Asylum, Bane wiped his veiny prick on Batgirl's thigh...and knelt down, pulling up his mask to engulf her clit. She hadn't cum yet, and that wouldn't do at all.

A great deal of crime was going on. Intergang robbed a LexCorp warehouse. Brother Blood's church stole several ancient artifacts from a museum. The Joker baked the largest cream pie in history, and aimed it at Gotham. The god Ares began **** female MMA fighters to be his brides.

The superheroes of the world would have their work cut out for them...and there would be plenty of work, too, for the next generation. And there definitely would be a next generation. The world would not want for heroes.