End: Lois Is Lasso'd

Golden lasso in hand, Wonder Woman let Lois Lane lead the way up and out of the club, with only a brief stop in the bathroom to wash the blood off the Amazon's hands. With Blaze a broken form below, something seemed to have left the atmosphere of the club. The dancers were languid in their cages, the DJ's beats were weak, the smell of stale beer and piss stronger on the dance floor. With the Amazon looming behind her, Lois found no problem in exiting the building; no one wanted to mess with her.

Out in the cool night air, Lois took a deep lungful. She hadn't realized how badly the smell and atmosphere of the place had gotten to her. The reporter realized that her clothes must stink of smoke and sex and booze. Desperately, she wished for a shower...and turned to Diana to ask about hailing a cab.

The Amazon stepped close behind her, hands grabbing tight at the reporter's waist.

"Hold on tight," the blue-eyed princess said. Lois didn't know what she meant. Then they leaped straight up into the air.

Lois gave a loud yip...and then cut if off, feeling foolish. The wind pulled at their clothes, but they were just...flying. No matter how many times she had done that, with Superman or any other hero or villain, she never quite got used to it.

They flew through the night, dawn only a promise on the horizon, through the forest of skyscrapers, only their bodies warm against each other. The reporter didn't ask where Diana was taking her. She didn't really care. There was just the wind in her face, as she slipped the surly bonds of earth...

Yet all things end, and they came down in a small walled garden, behind a white marble building.

"The Themysciran consulate," the Amazon said as she set Lois on her feet. "I have quarters here. We can bathe, change our clothes, get something to eat..."

"That's great but I really need to get back to my apartment," Lois said. "It's been a long night and..."

The golden lasso fell over the reporter's head and cinched her arms tight about her waist. Diana held the metallic rope taut, a strange smile on her lips. Carefully, with implacable strength, she drew Lois Lane in a step or two.

"...but before all that, I believe we need to talk. Wife."

"I..." Lois didn't know what to say. How could she explain to Diana that it was impossible? She wasn't really gay, she couldn't be pregnant, she wasn't an Amazon...sure, the sex had been incredible and Lois admired Wonder Woman deeply, but there were such gulfs between them. The Amazon princess was royalty, blessed by gods that Lois didn't even believe in, and...

"The lasso knows only truth. It knows your heart, even that which you would not admit to yourself. Tell me, Lois, do you love me?"

The reporter's lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. Emotions seemed to gut her right then. The passion of their first kiss. The strange **** yearning as Wonder Woman had crushed their pussies together. The shiver of fear and concern that Lois had felt during the battle with Blaze. The strange tenderness that had shook her to the core when Diana had first declared Lois her 'wife.' All of these at once came together and before Lois could react, she heard her own voice say:

"I do."

Wonder Woman slowly reeled the reporter in. Lois Lane, stubborn to the end, fought it...but it was like trying to fight a hurricane. Within a moment they were breast to breast once more, the taller Amazon leaning down so as not to smother Lois with her tits.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Lois Lane's answer was to lean her face up and press her lips against those of her lesbian lover. She found herself closing her eyes, mouth opening wide, tongue twining against Diana's...and between her legs, the reporter felt a familiar warmth and wetness.

Wonder Woman broke the kiss and licked her lips.

"Now...we will return to your apartment. Tomorrow. But we are going to spend the rest of this night together...and tomorrow night, and thereafter, as many nights as the gods will give us. You are my bride, Lois Lane. The seed of Themyscira is in your womb. Besides which..."

Without effort, the Amazon lifted Lois up and draped the bound reporter across her shoulder.

"...you love it."

The golden lasso still tight around her waist, Lois Lane had **** but to admit: "You're right."

Utterly helpless, a knocked-up piece of Amazonian shoulder-candy, Lois Lane couldn't keep a stupid grin off her face. She was utterly and completely fucked...and the truth be told she couldn't be happier about it.