Epilogue: Wonder Woman's Breeding Bitch

"It's for your own safety," Diana told Lois Lane. "You're pregnant now. You can't be running around getting into dangerous situations."

"But I can walk," the reporter insisted.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Work-From-Home reporter was currently draped over Wonder Woman's shoulder, while the Amazons offloaded the last of Lois Lane's possessions into their quarters at the Amazonian Embassy. Diana gently smacked the reporter's ass before setting her down on their new bed.

"You like it!" She said with a smile. The Amazon Princess pulled the reporter's unresisting legs apart, heedless of the Amazons that were still in the room. "And I know what else you like..."

Diana rubbed her face into her fiancé's panties, nuzzling her cunny through the soft cloth. Unable to close her eyes, Lois found herself grasping the sheets. She knew it was useless to try and resist the Amazon; ever since the first time they had fucked, Wonder Woman had never been able to take 'no' for an answer...and Lois had found herself less and less able to even say 'no.' The reporter was just glad that the Amazons were gone by the time Diana's teeth bit into panties and ripped them off.

Ever since that night beneath the club, the relationship with Diana had progressed very quickly. The Amazon princess had doted on her, spending as much time as possible. The intensity had been endearing, at first. They talked about their family, their past, favorite foods and books...Diana had read her poetry by moonlight...but had been pressing the reporter to move in with her almost immediately, planning the wedding by the end of the week...and it was useless to argue with someone who could bench press you without breaking a sweat.

Indeed, the longer they spent together, the more "handsy" that Wonder Woman got. Like Lois was some breed of small dog. There were nights when she would just pick Lois up and carry her to bed, no matter what the reporter was doing. The reporter had started to wear more skirts, because pants were no obstacle when Diana wanted to rub a hand against her fiancé's cunny, or squeeze her ass...and the Amazon cared nothing for ruining the reporter's clothing.

"Nudism is popular on Themyscira," Diana told her as she tore off the last remnants of the final pair of the reporter's panties. "Besides, very soon you won't have anything that fits."

The reporter stared at her abdomen. In that respect, she was sure her fiancé was correct. Four weeks ago her stomach had been flat, toned, and she could trace the abdominal muscles. Now it was still hard and muscular...but it had begun to dimple out, like a little pot belly, but not soft. Lois knew it was the pregnancy, but pregnant women didn't normally show this much, this early. She looked like she was 12 or 15 weeks along, not 4...yet she had already been feeling hints of nausea, noting the slow creeping gain of ounces and pounds on the scale, the hunger and cravings and tiredness...

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't sure how many embryos were in there, but she had no doubt that it was a lot.

Wonder Woman ran her tongue up from Lois Lane's slit, over her clit, and up the small mound of her belly, pushing the skirt out of the way as she went. The reporter had noticed how excited seeing the rounded stomach made the Amazon, who she suspected had a serious pregnancy kink...and was going to get a major opportunity to indulge in it.

"By the way," Diana said. "I've instructed the staff to see to your every need. All your food catered in, just order it."

"What if I want to go out?" Lois challenged, even as she felt the first of Diana's fingers start to trace the outlines of her pussy.

"It's not safe, love," the Amazon princess said, suddenly serious. "I have enemies. Powerful enemies. Here, you're fine...you have the internet, you can work from home...if you went out into Man's World and anything happened to you, or the babies, I...I don't know what I'd do..."

The finger sank into the reporter's twat. Lois huffed, her body suddenly hot. They kept the embassy warm as a summer afternoon in the Mediterranean, and she was already sweating. She knew that what Diana said made sense, but it still felt...like she was being kept prisoner here. Or maybe like Wonder Woman's prime breeding bitch.

Lois closed her eyes. She needed to have his conversation with Diana. Now was as good a time as any. It wasn't like the Amazon was going to stop fucking her. Four weeks on the receiving end of Wonder Woman's pent-up sexual frustrations had proven that to Lois.

The reporter's hands dug into Diana's dark black hair, so wavy where her own was straight, and pulled with all her strength until the big blue eyes met her own violet gaze.

"Diana...I love you. I really do. But be honest with me. Am I going to be a wife and equal, or just your breeding bitch?"

Wonder Woman rested her chin on Lois Lane's belly button. She looked so like some kind of lovable dog when she did that. Her finger was still lodged in the reporter's pussy, making small circles.

"Kindof...both?" She raised an eyebrow and made a face. "I tried to tell you before love, Amazonian sexual dynamics are...active. Sometimes violent. If you can't stand up for yourself, it's hard for me to...hold back. And you're so pregnant...I wasn't kidding when I said you wouldn't be able to walk, in a few months. I mean you're so big now, and you're barely showing."

The reporter's mouth made a firm line. Her cheeks flushed as a second finger began to press at the entrance to her cunny. "I'm not comfortable with that, Di. I'm an independent woman!"

"And I love that about you, but you need to come to terms with this," Wonder Woman kissed the small bloated belly. "Because you are unbelievably sexy, and you're just going to get sexier, and I am going to fuck you forever and ever and ever..."

With each "ever," the Amazon princess stabbed her fingers into the reporter's cunt...and as much as Lois Lane wanted to resist it, she could feel her body responding, pleasure spiking through her body from quim to crown, toes curling as Diana's kisses rained down on her belly and her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.

Maybe being a breeding bitch won't be that bad, Lois thought.