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Everybody Wants Zinda
🕑 Added 2018-03-27 02:00:00 +0000 UTCRoy Harper was going to die.
He’d known it from the moment he’d seen Lady Shiva in his apartment, her bodysuit and the similarly red lining of her longcoat giving her the appearance of a woman covered in blood, even winged with it.
In the abstract, she was beautiful. Her skin was clear and smooth, her face painstaking symmetrical, with a beguilingly amused look in her eyes and a smile that made her lovely rather than striking. The body beneath the skintight red was tautly muscled, the breasts set high and firm on her chest, the hips svelte as they led to similarly toned thighs—the legs from there long and lithe, sinking into her boots like blades into scabbards.
But the most sensual thing about her was her aura. She just had the look of something dangerous. The threatening majesty of an ocelot or a shark. Maybe it was just that Roy knew something of how many people she had killed and just how unstoppable she was. At least, he knew that Dinah put him to shame and she was scared of Shiva.
So maybe he shouldn’t have fired an arrow at her, but she was in his home, where his kid lived. He had to try for a lucky shot.
In the sliver of time it took to draw and fire, he remembered that Lian was over at a friend’s house for a sleepover. Then Shiva caught the arrow and broke it as easily as a popsicle stick. Whatever fleeting hope Roy had died and, while grateful Lian wasn’t here for this, he mostly thought about how appropriate it was that he was going to die because of a stupid mistake he’d made trying to defend his daughter.
He tried to go down swinging, but her blocks were like a suit of armor, her jabbing fingers everywhere. He thought he blocked one punch, but then a million others were everywhere else. It was all over in thirty seconds. Roy dropped, battered and bruised, down to his couch, utterly unable to draw breath. He just wheezed and consoled himself that the fact that he hurt so much was proof his brain was still getting air.
“You are Arsenal,” Shiva said, in her dully exacting voice. She was still holding onto his broken arrow, even. She crossed over to the bookshelf to dump it into a waste bin off to the side. “You are named Roy Harper.”
“If I said no,” Roy rasped, “can we just chalk it up to a big misunderstanding and you go to find the right house?”
“You had intercourse with Cheshire,” Shiva continued, as if deaf to his glib fatalism. “The pairing produced a child.”
Though it hurt like hell, Roy took a breath deep enough to growl “Don’t even think about her.”
Shiva took off her coat. Her arms were bare underneath, her suit sleeveless. Roy saw a few scars on her sleekly muscled arms, and was not so confused as to not be disappointed that he hadn’t even managed that much.
“Did you make her come?”
“What?”
Again, Shiva ignored him. “Did you make that dishonorable cow orgasm when you fucked her?”
“I… I don’t recall.”
“I need to have sex,” Shiva said matter-of-factly—almost as if she’d turned a deaf ear to him once more. “Doing it with Cheshire’s paramour will teach the arrogant dog a lesson. You are welcome to enjoy this, but I must be pleased—a proper orgasm through sexual congress can relieve tension. This will make me a more complete fighter.”
“Lady,” Roy said, “you just tried to kill me.”
“If I had tried to kill you, you would not now be keeping up your end of the conversation. As you cannot guarantee that your manhood will bring me to orgasm, you will perform oral sex on me beforehand.”
Roy couldn’t believe it, even when Shiva split her belt buckle and lowered her pants out from under her tunic, leaving her lower body bare. Her hairless pussy glimmered with moisture and he wondered if it was at the prospect of sex or because of the battle they’d just waged. At the sight of her womanhood, winking pinkly between her firm thighs, Roy felt an answering stir in his prick. He wasn’t sure why either. The thundering adrenaline of the battle, the prospect of death, the sudden lustful offering—it all seemed to be conspiring to make him harder than he could ever remember being.
Shiva walked up to him, bare feet traipsing across the carpet, muscles stirring through her lithe legs with each long stride. Until finally, she was up next to him, and Roy realized with a start that this imposing figure, this self-proclaimed and more than worthy death goddess, was almost a head shorter than him.
Any thought of that giving him an advantage over her was quickly dispelled, as Shiva’s hand clamped between his neck and shoulder, and she forced him down to his knees, face to face with her cunt. Roy figured he could either get out of this by getting her off or go out having sex with one hell of a hottie.
Well, it beat dying from an exploding Skullship or anything like that.
He covered her ass with his hands and pulled her to him, planting his mouth in the juncture of her thighs. His tongue slid out, gliding over her folds and inside of her, tasting her flavorful arousal. He sucked hard and got an answering moan, the pleased sound surprising coming from such a warrior. His tongue swirled into her slit, lapping hungrily inside her pussy. He found himself enjoying the taste of her juices, tried to get as much as he could. Some last meal.
***
Dinah let herself into Roy’s apartment, a plastic bag full of take-out slung over her shoulder, a tanktop and short skirt showing off her long, coltish limbs to something approaching saturation. It just didn’t seem like a woman should have legs that long, arms that sleekly muscled, which of course Dinah loved. Not that she was interested in Roy giving her the onceover, but it was always best to look your best.
She started to call out to him when she heard a long, low, feminine moan.
Honestly, she was shocked. Lian hadn’t been doing well in school lately, so between her and his superheroing, she knew Roy was taking time off from relationships to focus on shoring up his personal life. So who was this woman he had apparently decided to bang in his living room? A friend with benefits? A one night stand? Surely not a hooker…
“That’s right, Harper, that’s a good little pussy-eater. Come on, drink it up, drink up my cum. Then maybe I’ll let you fuck me. Maybe I’ll even fuck you.”
Dinah blinked now in absolute shock. That sounded like Shiva, but there was no way she was in Roy’s apartment, getting eaten out by him. Almost unthinkingly, Dinah squeezed the small amulet around her neck that signaled to the other Birds she needed assistance. Then, stepping out of her shoes, she crept out of the antechamber and down the hallway to where the sounds were coming from. As she went, she could see clear signs of a battle in the violence down to the wallpaper and carpeting, but that didn’t explain…
Shiva was bottomless on the couch, her succulent ass perched on the very edge of it, her toned thighs raised and her feet braced. Roy knelt on the floor in front of her, his cock out of his open fly, throbbing and pulsing in his hand as he licked at the tender folds of Shiva’s cunt.
“Lick my clit, boy!” she demanded, holding his lips to the tiny button, her fingers tightening erratically in his hair. “Put it in your mouth and suck on it! I want to come!”
Obediently Roy opened his mouth and wrapped his lips tightly around her stingingly hard clitoris, sucking it expertly, as Dinah could tell by the tremors that ran violently through Shiva’s taut flesh. Shiva’s lips opened soundlessly as he drew on her clit with the suction of his mouth, and when he released it, Shiva threw her head back, seemingly lost in voiceless bliss.
Dinah knew, with sudden, piercing clarity, that she couldn’t move if she wanted to. She even know why she was paralyzed. It was the two of them, together. She had known objectively that Shiva was a beautiful woman, but her warrior prowess and lethality were such all-consuming parts of her life that it was next to impossible for Dinah to regard her as a sexual being, despite the subtext of Shiva’s frequent overtures to her. And, honestly, she had repressed that side of their ‘connection.’
The same was true of her and Roy. She knew he had become a tall, handsome, sexual young man, with a friendly and intimate relationship to her, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to regard him as a sex object or a potential lover, no matter how closely they orbited each other. She flat out denied it, because she couldn’t deal with the boy sidekick suddenly being everything she looked for in a man.
This… this she couldn’t deny.
***
“Good!” Shiva cried, clawing the back of his head, spiking her hips up until his face was deep in her wet cunt. “Now put your fingers in! I will come now!”
Roy slipped two fingers into her gushing pussy, which accepted them easily. He pistoned them inside her, in and out, Shiva’s clit tingling and between his sucking lips. Shiva rocked her hips as hard as she could, with Roy keeping his mouth on her clit literally for dear life.
“I’m coming!” Shiva gasped. “Suck my cunt—unnnggghhhh! Lick meee! Make me commmmeee!”
Her passion ran out of her sex, quenching Roy’s thirst as he delved into her folds with his tongue. Then Shiva pushed him away. As he licked his lips, she twisted sideways, resting her neck on the armrest and throwing one supple leg over the back of the couch to make room for a man on top of her.
“Very good,” she said. “Now you may take your reward. Mount me. Fuck me.”
Almost eagerly, Roy crawled onto the couch, his massive cock sticking out straight in front of him. He moved up between Shiva’s legs, staring hungrily at the slit there which he had so thoroughly lubricated. It looked tasty enough that he had to stop himself from licking it again. Instead he took hold of his prick and brought it to the opening of Shiva’s tightly clasping pussy.
Shiva bit her lip, her stoic eyes slightly widening as she felt him entering her.
“Do you like it, Roy?” she asked diffidently, her lips pinching together as if in denial of the pleasure she felt at being impaled by him. “Do you like how my pussy sucks at your dick?”
“Y-yes,” Roy stammered. “Shit, you know I do!”
He pumped his hips, thrusting every inch of his engorged cock into the welcoming tightness of Shiva’s womanhood. Finding a receptive home, he fucked her creamy cunt hard and fast, banging her ass down into the cushion with every jolting thrust of his member.
“God, it’s stiff!” Shiva gasped, crying out more. “Nnnnn—fuck me! Fuck my brains out! Yesssgodyes!”
She was frantically thrusting up to him to meet his strokes, whipping her pussy to the base of his cock as fast as she could. His member was swelling massively inside her cunt and she knew he couldn’t hold back his seed much longer. She flung her arms and legs around him at the same time, crossing her ankles high above his ass while clawing her nails into his back. Shiva desperately wanted him going deeper into her pussy.
“Faster, boy! Fuck me! Shoot your cum in me! Oh, fuck, I’m coming now! Fuck, your big prick! I, I—I’m--!”
As Shiva grated out a wordless cry of release, Roy fucked her tender pussy as fast as he could. She felt the exquisite clenches going on inside her, ravishing her body faster and faster until his cum suddenly exploded through her passage. Shiva twisted her head from side to side wildly, her pussy sucking and tightening around his jetting cock.
“You make me come so fucking hard!” Roy shouted as he rammed himself into her cunt, burying his prick to the balls, thick ropes of jism spurting and streaming out of the spade-shaped knob to deep inside her sex. Shiva felt the frothy white cum awash inside her, bathing the sensitive walls of her pussy. She flexed her inner muscles around his cock, milking more from his aching glans.
“MMMmmmmm,” Shiva purred happily, her face not so much aglow as content with his performance. “You fucked me good. Dinah doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Roy didn’t seem to hear her, withdrawing his vacant prick from her wet cunt and sidling off to lie alongside her on the couch, staring dazedly at Shiva’s sweat-ridden body, breasts still rising and falling animatedly with the exertion she’d been put through.
“I’m not ready to give up your cock yet.”
Her breasts quivered as she slid off the couch and knelt on the floor beside him. Shiva stared up at him lustfully as she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock, still stiff and bloated from having fucked her.
“Would you like me to suck you?” she asked, jacking on his steely member. “As a reward for that good fuck you just gave me?”
Roy moaned as her pumping fist kept his cock semi-hard despite the massive load it had shot into her body, her touch and her actions too erotic for even his fatigued body to deny. Shiva bent forward to teasingly lick at the head of his cock, which still tasted of her cream and the semen he had spilled.
“Well, Roy? You have to ask if you want my mouth on your cock.”
“Yes!” Roy gasped. “Suck me… please…”
Her hand glided down to the root of his swollen manhood, holding it in position, half-hard. She pressed her lips to the angry fist topping it, giving its knotted hardness a long and lascivious kiss. The kiss deepened, her lips parting as her eyes shut—finally, her mouth was stretched wide, forced apart by the full engorgement of the cockhead she was taking between her lips.
Shiva curled her lips around Roy’s cock in a tight circle, drawing her cheeks inward as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down as she gagged, fucking her face with his aching prick as life and hardness returned to it.
Roy cupped her head and stared down at her, unable to believe the spectacle of Lady Shiva greedily devouring his prick. He jerked his hips up from the couch, ramming his manhood into the warming tightness Shiva’s throat held for him.
Shiva splayed her knees apart on the carpet, spreading her thighs, and dropped her hand to her sex. She finger-fucked herself, darting her fingers in and out of her wet pussy as she enjoyed Roy’s fat cock.
Roy’s manhood had expanded completely now, growing back to its full, massive extension. Shiva went wild at the feel of it retaking her mouth; she touched herself as she felt it stretching her throat, expanding it, filling her gullet completely. The knowledge that she had infused him with this lust not once, but twice made the pleasure of it all the greater for her. She could feel his need, the pounding agony of him not being satisfied, as he sought the pleasuring sanctuary of her throat around his lust.
As Roy pressed the thick member down her throat, she could feel the foreskin slipping back to release the molten head of his massive tool, throbbing down toward her stomach. The sensation she got from feeling its spade-shaped contours inside her, dribbling precum, were indescribable. She could think of nothing else but sucking him, of taking his maleness and draining it in powerful surges of suborning satisfaction. He would submit to her in ecstasy.
Her mastery and need to have him submit were instantly communicated to Roy by the passion of her blowjob. He let out a moan and began to hammer his hips up and down, fucking her mouth with long, deep thrusts as he held her head firmly to his crotch. He wouldn’t give in to her, wouldn’t come, he would fuck her throat until she begged him to stop.
“That’s it, suck hard… move your head, play with my balls… shit, that’s good… that’s good…”
Shiva took hold of his balls, literally gripping them in her hand. Roy could only groan. The stimulation he was getting from her tightening hand was intense, and the suction of her eager mouth more than matched it.
Nothing mattered to Shiva but getting his cum. The feel of his hot cock, pushing further and further into her throat, stretching her jaws, was all that she could think about. She had to defeat him in this arena as she had in the other. She was dying to feel his warm cum be totally given over to her.
It took a long time—hundreds of long, slow strokes of his burning cock into her mouth. Roy managed to make it last, almost entirely denying the pleasure of her suctioning mouth, of her hands pumping his balls, of the cathartic satisfaction she was obviously getting from it.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back any more. His balls quaked in Shiva’s fondling hands as the first cascade of rich, thick seed poured into her mouth. The feel of it coating her throat and washing back to billow out her cheeks sent a series of ecstatic shocks through Shiva, and she was surprised to find herself climaxing along with him.
She gurgled and choked on cum even as she forced herself to take it all, eagerly, even needfully.
Roy waited until her milking throat and sucking lips had gotten the last drop of his cum. Then he half reluctantly dropped his hips, bringing his defeated cock out of her mouth. A long, glistening strand of white semen connected them briefly. Without hesitation, Shiva’s tongue brought it inside her mouth. As she swallowed it as well, she felt a sensual completion that she had never known before.
She had masturbated before to relieve her body, but now that seemed a terribly pathetic way to treat her flesh. This was so very different—so much better. She wasn’t trying to make her bodily tension abate with a series of mechanical exercises of the hand and cunt. She was forcing a man to yield to her in sex just as she would in battle, and if anything this brought even more pleasure.
Instead of blood, seed. She could smell it, taste it on her lapping tongue, and her body hummed around it with a brightly glowing intensity. She wondered how her body would feel after having received an ejaculation in the ass? She’d gleaned that this was an even more intense experience for the male—not that she’d needed it to put an end to the stamina Cheshire had boasted so much about. But she could, perhaps, sexually defeat even more virile opponents this way… or Roy, if he could just get it up again.
It was no wonder Dinah wanted to fuck him so badly.
“Well done,” Shiva said, and jabbed two fingers into Roy’s spine, knocking him out instantly.
***
Seeing harm done to Roy—even knowing in the back of her mind that it was just a harmless consciousness stealer—provoked an immediate response from Dinah. “Hey!” she cried, coming around the corner of the doorway and locking herself into a fighting stance.
Shiva stood, long legs spooling out, her splayed cunt winking white with Roy’s cum. In lieu of pulling her pants back on, Shiva shed her shirt. Her breasts were firm and unbound, drawing Dinah’s eyes like the distractions they were meant as.
“I am glad to see you, little bird,” Shiva said. “The boy did not give me much of a fight. But he challenged me in other ways.”
“Shut up!” Dinah demanded, her fists tight little balls of rage. “What are you doing here? The Birds are on their way!”
Shiva just looked at her, seeming more dangerous stark naked and freshly fucked than most people would in full body armor with a deadly weapon in hand. “Which shall I respond to first? Do you even want me to respond to any of those useless sounds? Or do you just want me to look at you, as I looked at him?”
“Fuck you!”
The rudeness seemed to strike a nerve. “Sit,” Shiva insisted, and Dinah hesitantly relaxed her guard. “Sit and we will talk.”
Dinah sat down in a wooden chair by the doorway. She wore a blouse and pink skirt, a slit along the left thigh. When she crossed her legs, the slit fell away to reveal an expanse of creamy flesh. She noted with satisfaction that Shiva’s eyes traced the reveal, her gaze as feverishly warm as Dinah’s must have been, looking over her.
“What are you doing here?” Dinah almost moaned.
Shiva herself sat down, legs spread as she perched on the arm of a chair shamelessly. “I made obligation to an old master in an ancient temple, for he would not engage me in honorable combat otherwise. I vowed to bring the god his clan worshipped into the world, so long as he gave me skilled battle and a good death. He lies dead now. My obligation stands.”
“Let me guess,” Dinah said. “Summoning this ‘god’ would be bad.”
“To many it would seem so,” Shiva agreed evenly. “But such questions do not concern me.”
“Then I should stop you.”
“It would be an honorable, if fruitless, endeavor. The ritual requires the heart of a hero. You have one pumping in your well-ventilated chest. If you—or someone like this—“ She looked over to Roy. “Help me carry out the ritual, then it will not be so unpleasant for you.”
She was gazing hungrily at Dinah, who found her body responding to those smoldering eyes and to the view of her succulently nude body. She felt a ripple flowing from her sex, along the inner reaches of her thighs and up her flat stomach. The crotch of her lacy panties was becoming wet. Her fingers started sliding the hem of her skirt over her thigh, moved by the urging insistence of her body and not conscious choice.
“I’m not going to help you bring about the end of the world, even if—especially if it involves some freaky sex magic!”
“Yes you will,” Shiva said. “Once I’ve… blessed you with the beginnings of the spell, you’ll have no choice but to carry out the ritual. If you don’t, you’ll die.” Again, Shiva looked to Roy. “I could use him.”
“Don’t even think about it!”
“Then submit to me.”
“Not a chance.”
Shiva gritted her teeth. “It seems we have come to an impasse.”
“I can always kick your ass and take you to jail.”
“I doubt this possibility.”
“You never know.” Dinah stood, clenching her fists. “Should I bother trying to buy time for my friends to get here, or should we just get on with it?”
“Like him, you will challenge me… pleasantly.”
Dinah couldn’t even tell which of them attacked first—the combination of instinct, conditioning, and emotion had them moving almost simultaneously. Move yielded countermove; parry touched off reprisal. Dinah’s arms burned from blocking Shiva’s blows, the thudding numbness that was invigorating to all the rest of her, like the sensation was rushing out of her punching fists and kicking legs to fill her torso, her blushing cheeks, a rush of blood to the brain.
And beneath it all, she felt a kindling appreciation of Shiva’s body, the rippling muscles that dashed like brushstrokes in answer to her own blows and openings—her lithe, scalpel-thin physique bending and flexing so gracefully that it was more like a dance than the deadly game it really was. And for her, for Dinah, Shiva wasn’t silent. She grunted with effort, sighed with the hits she couldn’t block, her breath panting, gasping, nipples erect, cunt wet, skin glowing with the sweat of her exertion. Dinah felt her rushing arousal become a flame, an inferno, her need to defeat Shiva becoming simple need, blurred by strikes to her head. She could see a wooziness in Shiva’s hazy stare as well, a glazing that could perhaps be lust…
“You’ve neglected your training,” Shiva said, the jibe all the more stinging as a truthful observation. Shiva was a sociopath, but not a liar.
Still, there was a reason Dinah had chosen not to become some Jedi Master. She knew the price people like Shiva and Batman paid for that skill. She stood by it being too high. “I’ve neglected becoming a psychopath obsessed with killing people.”
“An obsession implies undue attention. I think I give life and death more than the focus they require. I would… prefer your company in this. But if I must, I will take the boy, or one of your friends. I will hurt you to make them submit to me. One of you will give in and allow the ritual to be done. Your heroic notions of morality are too childish for otherwise.”
Abruptly, it was all over. Shiva brushed aside a block that was not as solid as it should have been and delivered an elbow to the side of Dinah’s head, soundly dismissing her consciousness for a crucial split-second. Such an opening before Shiva was as lethal as putting a gun in your mouth and pulling the trigger.
She found herself whirled around, grabbed from behind, Shiva’s weight forcing her down onto the floor. Too late, Dinah struggled, but Shiva’s knee rose between her legs and pressed against her crotch, her impossibly powerful hand pulled Dinah’s right arm up behind her back, and her other hand locked into Dinah’s golden hair.
“Submit to me,” Shiva snarled.
“Fuck you!” Dinah cried.
“Then the boy can die.”
“Tough! I know he’d rather be killed than help you.”
“And would you rather die than admit your wants?” Shiva pulled on Dinah’s arm even more, making her yowl with pain. “Your needs, even?”
“I’m not in love with you, you crazy…” Dinah broke off, unable to say it. Where was Helena, Zinda, anyone? She’d pay good money to see Shiva’s face when an Apokoliptian god of war walked through the door. “You pull that arm any more you’re going to break it. Well?”
Shiva glared down at her angrily, but mentally she had to concede the point. She didn’t wish to harm Dinah. She wished to test her, to pit their might together, one against the other. That this often resulted in death to those foolish enough to challenge her or unlucky enough to be challenged by her was the way of the world. She could not mourn the world being as it was. But battle, war, these things were more interesting with Dinah present.
Shiva became aware of her knee in Dinah’s groin, mashing into the soft warmth it offered up. She smiled grimly and put more weight on her knee, jamming it into Dinah’s tender cunt.
“Hey!” Dinah cried.
“This is all that matters,” Shiva told her. “Battle. Exertion. Conquest. Morality, society, simply fetters the weak use to control the strong. Stop thinking of what you should feel. Enjoy what you do feel.” She put more weight on her knee.
“It’s wrong!”
“Is it wrong for the shark to devour the fish? For the weed to choke the garden? Or is it just what is?”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Dinah protested. “You don’t have to kill people—you don’t even have a reason to!”
“And I have no reason not to. But my nature allows me to. Should I not be true to my nature? Or should I be like you?” She let up on the pressure and Dinah let out a soft moan as the sensation in her aching mons went away. “It’s no wonder you’re tied up so often. The only way you can claim pleasure is to have it forced upon you. Perhaps I should have your redhead order you to enjoy this. Perhaps it is the only way you can.”
“At least I can enjoy something other than killing people!” Dinah shot back.
“I enjoy exerting my will over others, as all do who are willing to admit it. I can exert my will over you without killing.” She drew back, pulling her knee away from Dinah’s sex and letting the blonde roll onto her back. “I can even make you enjoy it, as the boy did. Perhaps I can even make you beg for it. Violence can’t break your spirit—let us see if lust can.”
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Shendude
Wow. Hot smut AND philosophical debate. Amazing.
