Epilogue: Lucky

Lois Lane heard the sirens before she saw the smoke. Hand in hand with Angie, they crossed the street, rounded the corner...and her breath caught in her chest.

"Isn't that your building?" Blaze asked.

Black clouds rolled out of the side of her apartment building, stark against the pale Metropolis sky. The pregnant reporter counted the floors, then the windows.

"That's my apartment," she said, feeling a sudden ache of impending loss.

Lois spoke with the firemen, and the police. The words seemed to float past her, but she went through the motions. Her apartment, and the two next to it on the same floor. Suspected electrical fault. Total loss. The Red Cross people gave her some money for food and clothes. Briefly, staring at the envelope of cash, Lois wondered where Superman was. Not that he responded to ever fire, but she hadn't really seen him for...months.

Fourteen weeks pregnant, Lois Lane stared up at where her life had just burnt away.

Blaze squeezed her hand.

"You can stay at my place," the dickgirl said. "Lucky you have me, right?"

"Yeah," Lois said, wondering if this floating numbness was what shock felt like. "Lucky."

It had been four weeks since they had become 'a couple.' Lois had spent most of the evening trying to figure out how to end it. All Blaze wanted to do was fuck. To get Lois alone and tear her clothes off and see the belly that was growing heavier, day by day. At first, Lois had been glad for that enthusiasm and attention...until she realized that fucking was all that Angie knew how to do.

The dickgirl had her bar, and would hit on anything that moved, though as far as Lois knew she hadn't actually fucked anyone else since they had gotten together. That seemed to be the extent of her interests. She didn't read and seemed completely ignorant of the internet. When they went on dates like this one, Lois found it increasingly difficult to talk to her about anything. Blaze had no interest in hearing about the pregnant woman's work or family, and refused to talk about her own. When they were together, Blaze was all over Lois like a horny teenager—and when it was time to go, gave her a roll of bills "for the baby."

That was it. No concern for helping Lois get to doctor's appointments or actually buying things for the baby. Angie was obsessed with the idea of being a "father," but had no idea how to actually be a partner. Lois had practically decided that this wasn't working out, that she was better off on her own than tying her future to someone so patently unresponsive and unresponsible, but now...

Lois felt trapped. Nowhere else to turn.

They went back to Blaze's apartment, a loft space not far from the bar. Cold in the winter, but made tolerable with space heaters. Sparsely furnished with antique pieces that reminded the pregnant reporter of her grandparents' house. Clothing was scattered, Angie having a tendency to shed clothes freely. Dark, because there were no windows, but intimate when they had dinner here once, by candlelight.

"It's okay, Lois," Angie told her. No sooner had the door closed and locked than the dickgirl's slim, strong hands were peeling off the reporter's jacket. The pregnant woman knew her shirt and pants were soon to follow, and then bra and panties. They had done this before. Except now...now Lois had nowhere to escape to, nowhere to go. Nowhere to run from Blaze.

"I know this is a shock...but think of it as a chance for a new beginning, just the three of us." The warm hands cradled Lois Lane's fourteen-week pregnant belly in her hands for a moment before lifting the reporter's shirt. Lois raised her arms above her head, not offering any resistance. "I know you're not exactly thrilled with the place, but we can get something new...maybe a house! With a nursery."

The pregnant woman's heart beat as though remembering how. "You mean it?"

"Sure!" The reporter's bra came undone, Lois not even feeling the clasp unlatching. She made a note that she had to buy more, it was brand new, and the only one that fit her since her breasts had started growing. Then she remembered it was the only one she had left.

That hit her hard.

What she was wearing was all she had left.

One item at a time, Blaze was taking that from her too.

"I...I need to wash those," Lois swallowed. "I don't have anything else to wear tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it." Angie's thumbs hooked into her panties and began to slide them down Lois Lane's legs. "You don't need clothes tonight. Not while you're here. And it's not like you're going anywhere, right?"

No, Lois said as she stepped out of her panties. Disappointment sat in her gut like a lead weight.

It doesn't look like I have anywhere to go.

A hand slipped between the reporter's legs, from behind. Fingers probing at the entrance of her pussy. Lois closed her eyes and widened her stance, making the penetration easier.

"A little dry, babe. But we can fix that," Blaze began to rub her lips, gently yet insistently.

Lois opened her eyes again. Angie liked her to be wet when she went in. The reporter had taken to masturbating on the cab rides over there, rubbing herself discreetly just to get her juices flowing. It was easier than dealing with one of Blaze's jealous phases.

"Let's go to bed." She said. "I'm tired."

A hand grasped Lois Lane's wrist, maybe a little stronger than it should have, spinning her around.

"Babe? I know tonight has been upsetting but...are you okay? With being here with me?" The dickgirl stepped forward, her erection pushing against the little dome of her pregnant stomach, small but undeniable. It was too high and firm to be just a potbelly, not sticking out quite as far as her nipples yet.

"Yes," Lois said, and she meant it. "I appreciate it, I really do. It's just all sudden, you know? I mean, we never really...talked about moving in together."

Or anything else. Lois didn't add. Her eyes fell on the envelope of Red Cross money. "I can help with the rent..."

"The only rent I want from you," Angie said, rubbing a smear of precum on the reporter's abdomen with the swollen head of her cock. "Are some pussy payments."

The pregnant reporter **** a smile, though it didn't reach to her eyes. She had a feeling she would be "paying the rent" a lot more often than once a month. But there was nothing much for it. Maybe a good screw would make her feel better. In the face of such persistent horniness, it was easier to surrender the pussy.

After all, Lois said to herself as she laid down on the bed, legs spread wide as Angie crawled up after her, cock alert and ready like the stinger of some poisonous insect. I'm lucky to have her. I'm basically homeless, knocked up, with only the clothes on my...well, on Blaze's floor...

The hard cock sank into Lois. She grunted, always amazed at its length and girth, no matter how many times it had fucked her. Nothing else filled her so completely. They made love in silence, Angelica Blaze smiling above her with a territorial air, like a big cat that had claimed a choice prize and declared: mine.