Epilogue: Betrayal

"Congratulations, Mercy," Lex Luthor said. "Your mission was a complete success."

"Thank you, Mr. Luthor." Mercy said. She stood at attention, eyes straight ahead.

They were in his private office at the apex of LexCorp Tower. The bald man sat behind a desk, reviewing the results of the medical examination that his bodyguard had undergone the moment she had reported in.

"How is Miss Lane?" he said. "No hard feelings?"

"She's...a little clingy, sir," Mercy swallowed. "She wants to date."

He looked up from the screen. His green eyes were piercing as two chips of radioactive jade.

"She wants the sexual relationship to continue?"

"Yes, sir," Mercy licked her lips. "Very much so."

He laid his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers.

"Are you...opposed to a continued sexual relationship with her?"

"Sir?" Mercy asked.

"You have done your assignment exceptionally well, Mercy. There was no one else that I could trust to test out Miss Lane's transformation, to keep her safe, to gain her trust. To get pregnant. I have already arranged for the six-figure bonus we talked about to be transferred to your account. However, if you are willing to continue in this role...it could be valuable to have you continue to be 'undercover' for a little while longer."

Mercy struggled to retain her composure. Her heart hammered in her chest.

"You want me to continue to play the girlfriend, sir?"

"Yes, Mercy. For which you will get a regular bonus. Play the horny pregnant girlfriend. See to her every sexual need. Follow Miss Lane's lead as far as it will go. Build on the emotional attachment and physical attraction."

His green eyes seemed to glitter.

"There is an opportunity here...she has access to Superman, and members of the Justice League. Having you as her girlfriend may give us a critical advantage for future plans." He paused. "I'll double your bonus."

Mercy straightened her back, her whole body at attention.

"You can count on me, sir!"

Lex Luthor allowed himself a smile. "I knew I could, Mercy. Keep me appraised of the status of your...relationship. I will want regular, detailed reports."

"Hey, sexy!" Lois said. She greeted Mercy with a kiss, and pulled the bodyguard inside. The reporter wasted no time as she worked to unbutton her girlfriend's uniform.

"Jeez Lane, don't you want to eat first?" Mercy said, only half in jest...but the reporter wasn't wearing anything except a pair of panties and a t-shirt, and the cock was already hard and poking out from the panties.

It was something that Mercy had noticed about Lois since they had gotten back. The need that drove the reporter. The increased sexual aggressiveness. Mercy had always wondered if that was what it was like with guys, always clawing at your panties, wanting to touch your boobs, to bury their hard, hot cocks up into...

"Ah!" Mercy grunted as Lois slammed her into the door. The reporter's hands groped the shorter woman's ass and held her off the floor, the tip of the dickgirl's cock poked around as it sought entrance. The pregnant woman sighed and reached down to gide it to her entrance, glad she was already wet, while Lois kissed her shoulder...and then Lois was in her, the reporter's whole body leaned in and pinned Mercy against the door, the hot lips and tongue kissed and licked their way up her neck to just behind her ear.

The first fuck of the night was always hard and fast. No real foreplay, unless Mercy was dry as a bone. Just a cunt-shattering piledriver of a fuck, Lois wild as an animal, shaking like an addict as her buttocks flexed and she drove her cock in and out of mercy with almost mindless determination...and Mercy wrapped her legs around the reporter's hips and bounced her heels off her buttocks and rubbed at her clit.

It felt so good to be needed.

Lois let go of Mercy's ass to grab her girlfriend's face with her hands. The dickgirl reporter pressed her forehead into Mercy's, their eyes locked—because she wanted to see something in that moment, when her panting reached a crescendo, when she pushed her cock in as deep as it would go and held it there...and Mercy would gasp as she felt, she swore she could feel, something hot and wet fill her up deep inside. She didn't really feel ejaculations, but she knew from the throb of that cock and the extra slickness of her cunt that Lois had cum inside her as though she was still trying to impregnate Mercy.

Then they kissed. Head tilted, still short of breath, their lips locked and they sucked greedily, Mercy wrapping her strong, beefy arms around the reporter's neck and leaning forward...and now Lois would stagger backward under her girlfriend's weight until the softening cock slipped out of her girlfriend's cunny and their jizz and pussy juice splattered messily on the floor.

It was linoleum anyway. Easy to clean.

"So," Lois said when they finally broke the kiss and she lowered her girlfriend to the ground. "How was your day? Did you tell Lex?"

"No," Mercy said, one hand on her stomach. "I felt it was best to...let him find out on his own. When I'm too big to deny it. I can say I was worried about a miscarriage."

Which was almost true.

Lois kissed her cheek. "Whatever you think is best, babe. Come on, let's get some dinner, you're eating for two!"

With a smile, Mercy followed her girlfriend into the kitchen...after all, she was being paid good money to be the best cumbucket pregnant girlfriend Lois Lane ever had. She had to keep this relationship going, whatever it took.

"Maybe after we're done eating," Mercy said. "I could suck you off for a little while? While you tell me about your day?"

Lois Lane leered. Her cock twitched. It was just the kind of couples activity that the dickgirl had come to love.

"I'd love that, babe," then the reporter paused, and bit her lip. "I...I'd really love that."

She blushed, and Mercy blushed too.

They would hurry through the meal...but take their time with the blowjob.