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Everybody Wants Zinda update
🕑 Added 2018-04-10 04:48:30 +0000 UTC “I’ll get them back, I’ll get them back!” Misfit cried, even as she looked stupendously interested in Roy’s body, eyes raking up and down it, the rest of her body not actually moving.Roy covered the salient feature with his hands. “Now!”
Misfit bamfed away, leaving him alone with Talia. She immediately knew what he had only just grasped.
“Alone at last,” she said, putting a fine point on it as he looked her over—his eyes following a similar path to the one Misfit’s had taken, going from the revealing cleavage of her smoothly caramel breasts to the dangerously bare beauty of her perfectly rounded thighs, tapering downward to delicately muscled calves and dainty ankles. Her hair and her eyes were dark, her lipstick black, all of her body shaped with the fine breeding that Ra’s al Ghul had chosen to produce her. Roy was almost reminded of the beauty of a noble Arabian stallion, so fair it just had to be free.
And he was naked in front of her. A woman who was practically royalty.
“Please, have a seat,” Talia said. “Due to my father’s proclivities, I’ve come to expect unannounced visitors. I should offer you some degree of hospitality—so long as you can be civil to some degree.”
Roy sat down, grateful for the addition to his coverage. He felt skittish as a long-tailed cat, having Talia bustle about while he was trying to hide himself from her. “I’m not here about your father.”
“Shiva, then,” Talia said, sitting down across from him, having retrieved a deck of cards. She shuffled them together, the fast-paced motion of her hands reflected in the glass coffee table between them.
“What’re you, going to read my fortune?” Roy asked.
“I can read much more than that,” Talia said, and Roy crossed his legs. “But for now, it’s just something to occupy my hands. A problem you don’t share.”
Roy was getting tired of the come-ons. They might’ve kept Batman off-balance, but he’d already knocked up a supervillain—he wasn’t going to go making a habit of it. “We know the League of Assassins keeps tabs on Lady Shiva. We need to know where she’s been.”
“Well, I did hear she was looking to ‘recruit’ you.” Talia smiled interestedly. “Perhaps that’s how you ended up so… underdressed.”
“It was a—transporter malfunction,” Roy said, not knowing how else to put it.
“Perhaps. The universe does have its little laughs. Why else would my beloved be the man who has sworn to destroy my honorable father?”
“I don’t know—poor taste in guys?” Roy suggested. “Are you going to tell me where Shiva has been or not?”
“Risk the anger of Lady Shiva or that of the underachieving student of a mediocre archer? I think my choice is clear.”
Roy clenched his fists on the couch cushions. “I can make you talk.”
“As entertaining as that would be in your present state, somehow I think you’re just too soft-hearted to really harm me. I’m a parent myself. I know how weak a child makes one.”
“I might not hit a girl, but Huntress and Black Canary will be here soon, and their sister’s in danger. If you think Hunty won’t shove a crossbow bolt up your ass, I think you’re going to be sorely mistaken.”
Talia inclined her head. “Indeed. Perhaps a compromise then?”
“I’m listening,” Roy said, not relishing the idea of holding Talia against her will until the Birds showed up. With the hiccup Misfit’s experimental teleportation had had, he doubted Barbara would be very eager to let anyone go through for a while. If he could get this settled before then…
“I can surmise that you’re experiencing some transportation difficulties,” Talia said, now dealing out cards on the coffee table between them. “It may be some time before your friends arrive. Time enough for me to get away—or to tell you everything I know.”
Roy looked down suspiciously at the cards she’d dealt him, as if they might be poisoned. That wasn’t usually Talia’s game, from what he knew of her, but what he knew most was that the League of Assassins were above his paygrade. They made Cheshire look like a piker, and she was the only girl he’d dated who’d ever been a nuclear power.
“Still listening,” he said.
“We play for it. With every hand you win, I remove an article of clothing. With every hand I win, you remove one.”
“I’m seeing a problem with your rules here.”
“If you don’t have any clothing,” Talia said, “then I am free. However, if you reduce me, I will give you all I have on Shiva’s whereabouts: past, present, and future.”
“Seems like I’m starting the game at a disadvantage.”
“And don’t you heroes relish battling against overwhelming odds? Pick up your cards, Mr. Harper. I’m told you’ve frequently defeated Mr. Dick Grayson at this game. And if he has a poker face anything like his father figure—“
Roy picked up his cards.
***
After she’d strategically concealed her guest in the clothes-closet, Shiva took a long look at the harmless little sugar cube on the serving tray. It put an almost evil smile on her sensual mouth.
Zinda actually closely resembled Dinah, and where she’d failed with that voluptuous blonde delight, Shiva decided she would succeed with Zinda. The tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether or not Zinda acknowledged them. The sugar cube, paired with the proper suggestions, would quickly bring them to the surface.
It had been a long time since Shiva had enjoyed these games. She found the idea invigorating now. It might be necessary to satisfy her honor, but she would personally enjoy it, and enjoy it all the more knowing the point she was making to Dinah.
Finished with her preparations, Shiva went to the hotel room’s bathroom. Zinda didn’t look as good as Dinah, bound and gagged in the bathtub, but she was a natural blonde. Balance in all things, Shiva thought. Positives and negatives.
With a brisk chop, she severed the plasticuffs holding Zinda’s hands behind her back. “Don’t try to run,” she said. “Follow me.”
She led Zinda to a couch in the vast living room, sure the blonde was full of questions about where they were and how a place this opulent could be under Oracle’s radar, as Barbara was no doubt looking for her.
“Would you like a drink?” Shiva asked.
“Even enough to ignore the company,” Zinda replied, carefully seating herself where Shiva indicated so that her knees were chastely touching, her exposed legs and thighs at a demure angle. Shiva guessed that stumbling upon her and Dinah as their battle encompassed eroticism had given Zinda a bit of a complex toward her. Yet, she also sensed that Zinda wasn’t quite able to believe that her friend was ‘that way,’ especially with a murderess like herself. So she didn’t know what she had seen.
Shiva glided to the corner-bar, Zinda watching her graceful, striking movements with a morbid curiosity. Shiva took this to be another byproduct of catching her and Dinah in flagrante delicto.
“I prefer martinis this time of day,” Shiva said without a glance at Zinda. “Would you prefer an olive or lemon twist?”
“Either,” Zinda responded automatically, barely knowing what she was saying, too busy trying to figure out the meaning behind all of this. Why had Shiva taken her prisoner just to mix her drinks?
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here,” Shiva said in a calculatedly disarming tone as she went to Zinda with their drinks. She smiled and handed one to Zinda before she perched herself on the edge of the cushion. “I think such talk is better done on a full stomach. I’ve prepared orange duck.”
Zinda ran her tongue over her lips nervously. “I’m not hungry.”
Surprising Zinda, Shiva laughed lightly, then rose to her feet. “Why don’t you give me a hand in the kitchen? Now?”
Zinda got to her feet and took her drink with her to the elaborate kitchen, where she helped carry her dinner to the dining table. The setting was intimate, the food scrumptious, and the drink excellent, even if the lack of conversation did nothing to put her at ease.
“Now for some coffee,” Shiva said after a few minutes of eating and digestion, startling Zinda. She got up to return to the kitchen, leaving Zinda to think of the cutlery knife on her place setting, the various objects she could throw at Shiva. But what the hell difference would any of that make? “You’ll want sugar, Zinda. It’s a very strong espresso.”
“Just one, thanks,” Zinda replied. “I’m watching my weight weight.”
Their tiny spoons stirred in their coffee, then they sipped, each watching the other as they tasted and swallowed.
“I think we’ve finally come to the reason for our get-together,” Shiva breathed. “There’s a ritual I’ve sworn to perform that now centers around you. You performing certain acts with certain… archetypes. Representatives of cosmic forces. I’m sure you know enough of magic to understand that cards and wands can represent more elemental powers. So too can sex acts and the proper partners.”
“You’re talking about banging?” Zinda asked.
“Yes,” Shiva said. “In particular ways. With particular people. This will cast the spell I want to use you for. But, there is no reason you can’t enjoy this. I myself have often ‘taken jobs,’ when really the task was its own reward. But the monetary compensation allowed for my present circumstances, which I see you take pleasure in. This is no different.”
“I ain’t gonna bang a bunch of strangers because you think it’ll make the Statue of Liberty disappear!”
For the first time, Shiva’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Make the Statue of… please don’t misunderstand. I don’t do this for my own benefit. I made a deal. My word must be kept.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it!” Zinda snarled. “You don’t like thinking of yourself as a rapist.”
Shiva’s eyes flared. “You don’t like thinking of yourself as a slut. We both do what must be done, as well as what pleases us. This is the entirety of being human. I’m giving you the opportunity to indulge both halves of your nature—the sacrificial hero and the sexual wanton. You should appreciate my consideration.”
“Lady, I’ll do what I’ve got to do to keep my friends safe, but don’t act like you’re doin’ me a favor. Just because you’ve got some warped code that lets you live with yourself, don’t think it ain’t crazy as a shithouse weasel to me.”
“To keep your friends safe?” Shiva asked. “Is that why you slept with Roy Harper?”
Zinda’s mouth dropped slightly. “How did you—“
Shiva properly balanced her little saucer as she tasted from its miniscule cup. “His chi is quite distinctive. I made a very thorough reconnoiter of it. I recognized it on you. Does your friend Dinah know you slept with her ward?”
“It—it wasn’t like that!”
“I’ve always believed that when two women have shared a man, they owe each other a certain honesty about him. Don’t you think so?”
Shiva watched the flicker of apprehension reveal itself in Zinda’s eyes, but the blonde impressed her by forcing herself to perfunctorily sip from her tea cup, trying to belatedly cover up her strong reaction. Zinda was only just now realizing how much she’d betrayed herself.
“He’s not a child,” Zinda said, a little tremor running through her strangely. “And he isn’t Dinah’s responsibility. She wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted to do, and he wouldn’t expect her to.”
“Which is why you told her?” Shiva questioned with a smile. “I’ve spoken at length with Dinah. I know she doesn’t think of Roy as a sexual being—at least, not consciously. I think if she knew about her close friend laying with him, she’d be more inclined to consider him as the fully grown animal that he is. She’d admit to herself he has a cock.”
Whether it was what Shiva had said, or her casual use of the four-letter word, Zinda didn’t know, but she didn’t feel the incensed outrage she should’ve. Instead, an inexplicable sensation—bounding on the erotic—had fluttered inside of her.
“He does have a cock, Zinda. A nice one,” Shiva whispered confidingly, moving closer to the lovely blonde. “I’d fuck him every day, if I could. I can’t believe you don’t. Are you afraid Dinah would find out if you bit from that forbidden fruit more than once?”
Something was off in her body’s sensations, but Zinda couldn’t pretend it was unpleasant. The room had taken on an intense hue, with Shiva’s eyes shining brightest of all.
“Although, it’s better when he takes a bite of the forbidden fruit. I think that has to be his foremost talent,” Shiva needled. “Or hasn’t he ever gotten down between your legs and made you come in his mouth?”
Zinda could only gape at Shiva’s strikingly lovely face as it floated closer to her own, every lewdly sparking word from the wet lips causing more fluttering sensations inside of her.
“Or maybe you prefer it the other way around. I know I liked sucking him. I’ve always liked sucking cocks, but his is just so long and thick, isn’t it, Zinda? Bigger than most I’ve had, but maybe you’ve done better. Not that I think a cock could be much bigger and still fit down my throat. That was the best way to drink his cum, and even his cum tastes better than most—more masculine, somehow. Don’t you agree?”
For a brief moment, Zinda was aware of a desperate struggle inside her, the unexpected tirade of Shiva’s obscene reminiscences inciting a rebellion against her reserve and self-control.
Shiva’s sultry voice danced into her ears: “Really, Zinda, can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the bottom of our Roy’s cock?”
In confused arousal, Zinda stared at the provocative smile on Shiva’s face, her mind uncontrollably picturing Roy’s manhood, remembering it even as she subconsciously fought against the lustful sensations she was feeling. But yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling her espresso being removed from her hands by Shiva.
“Wouldn’t you love to have him fucking you right now?” Shiva hissed, more words in Zinda’s ears, stealing all control away from her. “His thick cock thrusting inside of you until he comes like a geyser?”
“I—!” Zinda whimpered. “Oh God!”
“I understand, Zinda. You’re getting all wet, just like you would if he were here to fuck you,” Shiva taunted, gently reaching over to brush her hand along Zinda’s nylon-covered upper thigh. “You know, when I get this way, I say all the dirty words I can think of—like fuck. And cunt. And cocksucker. Go ahead, Zinda—say them.”
“S-suck!” Zinda began, hesitantly at first. “Fuck… cunt… cock. Cum. Cum…” Her quivering voice rose to a crescendo, words screaming into her mind, crying out to be spoken. “Oh, my pussy is on fire! Yes! Roy’s big cock in my cunt, in my asshole! Anywhere!”
“That’s it,” Shiva rasped, smoothing her hand up over Zinda’s belly toward the rise and fall of her breasts, tenderly caressing the rounded firmness of a large teat, massaging Zinda through her Blackhawks jacket. “Now just think of your cunt, hot and wet, just like mine—how delicious would it feel to have a tongue, any tongue, licking your little clit? Especially as you play with mine. Isn’t that an exciting thought, Zinda?”
“Oooooh!” Zinda gasped, brushing a hand over her sweaty forehead. The salacious question that Shiva had asked of her was burning in her brain. “What’s happening to me?” Passion rippled through Zinda at the feel of Shiva’s hands playing over her tingling body.
“Can you even imagine a more delectable thought than my tongue licking your pussy?”
“No, no, no!” Zinda gasped uncontrollably. “A tongue between my legs—licking my cunt!” Her own hands began to caress and tease over the nylon around her smooth upper thighs.
“Let’s do it, Zinda. Let’s be naked. Let’s lie back with your legs raised high and let me lick your pussy for you,” Shiva vindictively insisted, her green eyes glowing with triumph.
“Please! Please! I want to, Shiva!”
Zinda whimpered and writhed, her miniskirt pushed up to her waist, her slender fingers snaking inside the legband of her panties, stretched between her wantonly spread legs.
“Not here. We’ll go to the bedroom. And it’ll be even better than Roy fucking you, won’t it?” Shiva couldn’t help but tease.
“Yes! Oh God, yes! I’ll come! I have to come! Oooooh!”
“Of course you do,” Shiva agreed, rising to her feet and drawing the blonde up into anembrace, pressing Zinda’s softly yielding body tight against her own as she smoothed her hands over her back. “Kiss me!”
Zinda did, opening her lush lips to receive Shiva’s ravaging tongue, while Shiva’s hungry hands worked their way beneath her miniskirt to stroke and clutch at her ass with unrestrained greed.
She felt as if she were floating on her own feverish excitement, sensually stoked by the delicate touch of Shiva, this mirage she perpetually reached for, but that touched her instead of being touched. She could almost feel the beautiful woman’s tongue teasing her small, excited clit just as it was wickedly invading her mouth. She needed that, yes, yessss…
“Take off your clothing, Zinda. Be naked for me!”
Zinda suddenly stood alone in the center of Shiva’s lavish bedroom, her seductress backing away and seating herself on the edge of the bed, lasciviously watching, running her slender hands up her belly and over the firm roundness of her cleavage.
Zinda reached up to unbutton her tunic, but something stopped her. Her brow furrowed as ideals embedded deeply in her psyche tried to make it out of the drugged bandages wrapping up her brain. She ended up reasoning that her old-fashioned upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality she was currently feeling, and the fact that it was with another woman had brought those hang-ups to the forefront of her mind. She staggered slightly, brushing some hair out of her face, while Shiva merely smiled.
“It’s alright, you can undress,” Shiva whispered. “You want to spread your legs and have your hot little pussy eaten—the same way you want to eat mine.”
“Yes, yes—I’m going to eat you up! You’re going to eat me!”
“That’s right,” Shiva agreed, watching the drugged young woman undress to expose her breathtaking charms. She rose up to look down on the woman stripping for her. “Now come here. You want to undress me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I want to!” Zinda whispered, so low she was almost choking. She quickly moved to the statuesque woman, who couldn’t endure her exciting nudity for another moment without letting her eager hands explore it.
“Oh! Oh!” Zinda gasped as she ardently undressed Shiva, trying to ignore having Shiva’s fingers caressing and tweaking her. Her mind raced as she imagined how lovely it would be to return the favor. “Uh-undress you,” she whimpered mewlingly. “Make you naked, make us both naked together…”
“Yes,” Shiva purred in pleasure, “you can kiss me all over my bare skin…”
“Kiss you all over! You’re so soft and lovely… kiss all of you,” Zinda mumbled passionately, removing Shiva’s clothes as she stood there passively. “Even… even your pussy!”
She kissed Shiva’s neck and shoulders, her firm breasts, her flatly muscled belly, then vined her body around Shiva’s to kiss the ripe, oval buttocks at the crest of her hips. At last, hesitating only a moment, Zinda returned to Shiva’s front and nuzzled her face between her thighs, planting a warm kiss on her pussy, which seemed to kiss her back liquidly in its clenching lust.
“Uuuuunh!” Shiva groaned, drawing Zinda up and clutching her against the smooth, pale warmth of her own body. She thrust her merciless tongue into the other woman’s mouth, catching her fast there as she forced her down to the bed.
“I’m going to devour your luscious cunt!” she vowed. “I’m going to lick your cream until you beg for mercy, you sweet bitch! Then I’m going to tongue your virgin asshole before I let you loose to serve my pussy. And you’re going to suck and lick until I’ve had more orgasms than you can count. All of which you will love, won’t you, Zinda?”
“Ohhhhh, yes, I will, I want to!” Zinda cried, her resounding words seeming to echo through the drugged lethargy that claimed her—the only thing she could really feel in her entranced stupor.
“I’ll send you back to Dinah covered in my juices and yours!” Shiva exclaimed, pressing Zinda down on the bed. “She’ll see how foolish she was to spurn me, and how lucky you were to be my bitch!” She crawled between Zinda’s receptively open thighs. “Wider! Spread them wider! Raise them up out of the way! Further! That’s it, open your hot little cunt up to me…”
Zinda never hesitated, just hearing what her beautiful conqueror wanted to do to her a pleasure in itself. She drew her firm thighs up and back until her knees were caressing her swollen breasts, the touch itself tingling and burning on her hardened nipples. The obscene position spread her wide open to Shiva, her trembling womanhood raised up high and waiting for Shiva’s perusal.
Tauntingly, Shiva gazed down between Zinda’s open thighs and began brushing her fingers over the sleek softness of her pussy, something almost innocent in the artfulness of how it was guilelessly spread. Wild sensations churned in her own naked sex, as if she were touching herself. She brushed one finger through the silken blonde hair that gave Zinda’s pussy a sparse garnish, the outer lips nestled snugly against each other with only a moistly pink slit between to show the treasure awaiting Shiva.
She lowered her eager smile to that protection and that treasure, nostrils flaring as she filled them with the perfumed aroma of Zinda’s arousal. Her green eyes stared up at Zinda, burning like jewels caught in fiery light. Zinda was looking down at her, eyes askew, brow knotted with uncertainty, as if she was as yet afraid that being touched down there by another woman would open her up to a fervor of lesbian desire that she’d never stop feeling. And yet she had to be touched. And Shiva did, initiating her into a delicious overwhelming of all her senses.
Her tongue at first did little more than lightly trace the ends of Shiva’s curling hairs and the opening of the sensitive crevice, wetly laving the curls with the warmly slackening moisture of her tongue and teasing the folds open with the slightest of touches. Zinda moaned in ever-mounting need, feeling Shiva’s tongue only by how her wispy blonde hairs clung moistly to its passage. She squirmed and gasped as she awaited the moment her labia lips would be spread open and the tensing flesh inside would finally receive the contact she’d been yearning for.
When it happened, Zinda cried out desperately, almost disbelievingly. In her intensified world of gleaming colors and sharpened sounds, she felt the tip of Shiva’s tongue inside her like it was a match-flame being brought close to her most sensitive flesh, almost touching, barely held back. Shiva’s taste buds seemed to scrape over the intimate folds inside her, lapping tongue inflaming the nerves of her pussy, coming at last to the tiny bud of her arousingly throbbing clitoris and flicking hotly along it, stroking it, cajoling it into feeling more and more of the pleasure Shiva was inflicting on it.
Zinda’s voice failed her, resolving into feverishly meant whimpers. She ground her obscenely spread body up to Shiva’s avid mouth, and the tongue questing out to explore her. At the same time, Shiva nuzzled her lips deeper into the liquid heat rising between Zinda’s open thighs, the kiss between them engulfing all of their bodies in a sort of sucking, circling ecstasy. The hot length of Shiva’s tongue plunged inside of Zinda, licking her ravenously, then abandoning her at the apex of her pleasure to strike the unfamiliar bliss of her vulnerable clit. Zinda’s new lusts and satiation, piling up on the heels of each other, left her able to do little more than wail and twist about helplessly on the end of Shiva’s tongue.
She had no idea Slade Wilson was watching her every move, and getting a lot of ideas.
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