Epilogue: The Man of Steel

"Great Mother!" Kamandi said. "This is madness! You're in no condition..."

"Young man, I was hiking glaciers pregnant while you were still jerking off to pre-collapse fitness videos," Lois Lane huffed. In truth, it had taken them the better part of thirty weeks to get here, and even with the heavy furs she wore the protrusion of her belly was obvious.

But they were so close. Her heart ached at the thought of him. The feel of his skin against hers. The hard cock between her thighs...

Oh, Kamandi had served her needs well on the trip here, with all the enthusiasm of youth and a pleasant length, but through all the long, lonely, and occasionally sex-drenched years of her existence, there was only one cock that she felt she truly belonged to.

So he led her over the Land Bridge and around the Bay of Bones, to the far north...where the air grew thin and chill, and the treeline petered out...and the two had to make love in their furs for warmth, naked body against naked body. Every step brought her farther from her tribe and family, and closer to her one true love...

"In here," Kamandi said one morning, pointing to an ice cave in the side of the glacier. He looked desolate, and Lois placed one mittened hand upon his face.

"When we get back," she promised him. "I'll drown you in so much pussy you'll forget all about me. You can impregnate a hundred of my daughters!"

His eyes fell to the frozen ground. "Yet none of them are you."

She kissed him, very tenderly. "You deserve strong children. I can't give you that."

Lois Lane climbed into the cave. She held a torch high, going deep into the wandering tunnel carved by who knew what strange ****. Far in the back, where no sunlight would reach, she found him. Half-caught in a wall of ice...a figure in tattered blue and red, hair grown into a ragged black beard that had frozen into ragged locks. Down at crotch level, the great frozen rod of his penis.

The pregnant woman dropped her her knees, ready to worship the invincible pecker that pushed through the ice...but as she drew nearer in her excitement, she saw her breath freeze as it touched the surface.

A thousand years had taught her many things. Patience, prudence, and that frostburn on your cunt was nothing to joke about, especially when thirty weeks pregnant.

She surveyed the scene carefully, then retreated back up the long corridor of the ice cave.

"We need mirrors," Lois announced to Kamandi. "We'll have to thaw him out."

The muscular young man stared at her, a strange smile on his face. "That will take...some time."

Lois smiled. "Indeed. You'll have to keep me warm until then."

That night, they camped outside the ice cave. Kamandi seemed driven as he slid his cock in and out of her ass, his hands grasping her bulging pregnant belly, enjoying her moans, the way her tits shook...and Lois Lane wondered if, deep within the ice, the Man of Steel could hear their moans of passion.

One day, she swore, as he drove his cock balls deep inside of her, thrusting as only an eager young buck could. One day she would be reunited with her love. But until then, Lois Lane was a woman with needs.