Red, Black, and Purple (Very NC-17)
Title: Red, Black, and Purple
Author: V5_Vendetta
Disclaimer: DC's characters, not mine.
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairings: Mar'i Grayson/Lian Harper, Mar'i Grayson/Olivia Queen, Lian Harper/Olivia Queen, cameos by Selina and Helena Kyle, Dick Grayson, and Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After babysitting Helena, Mar'i is ready to unwind with her two favorite girls in the world. Of course, their idea of unwinding is not exactly conventional.
A/N: This is for Pervyficgirl, who once mentioned that she wanted to see a Mar'i/Lian/Olivia threesome. Hope you like it.
Warning: D/s and perverse uses for a symbiotic techno-organism are contained in this. If you cannot handle that, leave now. Any mental decay, damage, or disturbance is your fault.
“Can I see your cave?” eleven-year-old Helena Kyle asked her babysitter.
Her babysitter, a tall and inhumanly bronzed dark-haired teenage girl, smiled down at her. “Sure.”
Helena’s babysitter was none other than Mar’i Grayson, daughter to Dick Grayson, inheritor of the name Batman from the late Bruce Wayne and originator of the Robin identity, and Koriand’r, the late Tamaranean warrior-princess known as Starfire. She was the spitting image of her mother in almost all respects, only an inch shorter, a shade lighter, and with wavy black hair instead of curly red hair. She was also known as Nightstar, leader of the newest Titans team.
“Get your jacket,” Mar’i instructed.
Helena sprang up from her seat on the floor and went to the coat room to get her jacket. She came back with the jacket on, her dark hair tied back to keep it out of her eyes when Mar’i took her to the cave. “Why don’t you have a jacket?”
“I don’t get cold easily,” Mar’i replied.
“That must be so cool,” Helena said. “I’d wear T-shirts and shorts all the time if I were like you.”
Mar’i wasn’t exactly wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but she was wearing a black sweater jacket over a white dress shirt with black tie and a red-and-black plaid skirt. Knee-high socks and black Mary Jane shoes covered her feet. The sweater was tight on her, even though it was the largest size her school could spare for her, outlining her bust.
She walked out of the apartment with Helena and the two girls exited the complex together. Once outside, Mar’i scooped Helena into her arms and propelled herself into the air, gliding through the sky. A purple contrail of energy marked Mar’i’s trail as she flew. With Mar’i’s speed, they were at the cave entrance in almost no time at all.
Once there, Mar’i let Helena stand on her own two feet and walked her inside. “Wow!” Helena exclaimed. “This is just like Uncle Dick’s cave!”
“Yeah,” Mar’i admitted. “Have a look around, but don’t touch anything.”
Helena looked at Mar’i slightly crossly. “Please. I’m not going to touch every shiny thing in this cave.”
Mar’i smiled. No wonder Selina wanted her to baby-sit Helena; she needed a break from the not-so-little kitten!
“That the computer?” Helena asked, pointing at the giant monitor that seemed to be the center of the cave.
“Yeah,” Mar’i replied. “That’s how we find bad guys.”
“Cool,” Helena said. “Hey, Mar’i?”
“Yeah?”
“When I get to be your age, can I be a Titan?”
“Sure.” Mar’i smiled widely. “You can be a Titan. You can be anything, with the will to be it.”
“Does Damien come to this cave, too?” Helena peered at Mar’i inquiringly.
“Of course. He’s a Titan, too.”
“What do you do in this cave besides look for criminals?”
“Hang out, play games.” Mar’i’s tone was quite airy as she answered that particular question.
Helena narrowed her eyes at Mar’i. “I meant, what do you and Damien do together?”
“We fight crime together,” Mar’i replied. “That’s about it, really.”
“Good,” Helena said with a wide smile. “Because Damien’s my boyfriend.”
“Y’know, you can’t just claim somebody’s your boyfriend without their consent,” Mar’i advised.
Helena looked at Mar’i crossly, only to break out into a confident smile. “Oh, he’ll consent. He’ll consent because I’m everything he likes in a girl. I can fight, I’m smart, I don’t take crap from anyone, and I’m just pretty enough to add that dash of womanly allure to the mix of all things great about me. I’ll have him eating out of the palm of my hand.”
Again, Mar’i had to raise an eyebrow. If this was what Selina had to deal with, she had to hand it to her late adoptive grandfather’s longtime lover. Poor Damien. Even if he doesn’t agree, he’s going to have a hard time saying no when she gets old enough.
“Anyway, you wanna show me some of those cool moves you learned from Uncle Dick?”
“No problem,” Mar’i replied.
When Selina finally did come around to take Helena back home, she saw the two girls sparring heatedly. Despite the fact that Mar’i was much taller and stronger, not to mention faster, Helena was using her smallness to her advantage, darting in and getting out before Mar’i could touch her. Mar’i still got in more hits than she took, but she was not about to deal serious injury to her charge and said charge was better at fighting than she’d probably expected. Selina and Ted had given young Helena a solid grounding in unarmed combat, something for Mar’i to build on in the future.
“I’m glad you two are having fun,” Selina remarked, catching her daughter’s and quasi-niece’s attention.
“Mom!” Helena cried out.
“How was she, Mar’i?” Selina asked.
Mar’i smiled. “A bundle of energy. She’s still set on Damien, you know.”
Selina sighed. “Helena, how many times have I told you not to go near him? He’s too much of an emotional basket case to really appreciate you.”
Helena stuck her tongue out defiantly. “Didn’t stop you with Uncle Bruce.”
“Yes, but Uncle Bruce wasn’t that much of a bad case after a few years.”
“I just need to grow up. Then he’ll grow up, too, and he’ll be mature enough to know how great girls like me are.”
The look Selina gave Mar’i basically said, “That’ll happen when cats fly.” Mar’i just smiled helplessly at Selina and winked conspiratorially at the woman.
“Anyway, it’s time to go home,” Selina said to Helena. “Thanks for babysitting, Mar’i.”
“You’re welcome, Aunt Selina,” Mar’i answered. “Mind if I show you out?”
“No problem,” Selina replied.
After Mar’i had helped Selina and Helena back home, she went back to her home and packed her bag for the sleepover at Olivia’s place. While packing, her father came in to check up on her. “Going to that sleepover tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, Dad,” Mar’i replied.
“Long as you don’t invite any boys over,” Dick joked. “I don’t need to hear that you had an orgy over there.”
Mar’i laughed. “Who says we need boys to have an orgy?”
Dick gasped mock dramatically. “Mar’i! I’m serious! No orgies.”
“You’re no fun, Dad,” Mar’i pouted, zipping up her bag and gliding over to kiss him on the cheek. “But don’t worry. Lian, Olivia, and I won’t be getting up to anything you, Uncle Roy, and Uncle Wally wouldn’t.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Dick mumbled as Mar’i began to retreat from the apartment.
Once outside, Mar’i flew down to Star City, reaching Olivia’s house within a mere hour due to supersonic flight. Fortunately, the fabric of the bag was specifically designed to handle the forces invoked by faster-than-sound travel, so the bag was still intact. She glided down the front footpath and knocked on the door.
A petite blonde girl with black makeup accenting her eyes and lips greeted her in a brown terrycloth robe large enough to go past her knees. The robe was tied in such a way as to hint at her cleavage, but cleverly concealing most of the treasures beneath. “Hey, Mar’i. Glad you could make it.” A warm, inviting smile spread across her face.
“Hi, Olivia. Mind if I come in?”
“No problem.” Olivia stepped aside, allowing Mar’i to enter the house.
“What’s with the robe?” Mar’i asked.
Olivia leaned forward to whisper in Mar’i’s ear. “My parents haven’t left yet. I don’t want them knowing what we’re up to, or else they’ll stay forever and not let us have any fun.”
“Oh,” Mar’i uttered.
“Hi, Mar’i,” Ollie greeted, striding across the living room to hug her.
“Hi, Uncle Ollie,” Mar’i greeted back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So what are you going to be doing on this sleepover?” Dinah asked.
“Watch movies, eat ice cream, consume unholy amounts of chili, dish over who among our male colleagues we’d marry, shag, or throw off a cliff, and so on,” Olivia replied impishly.
“Personally, I hope Damien gets thrown off a cliff,” Ollie grumbled under his breath. “Damn kid’s like a junior version of his father.” That utterance got him a slug in the shoulder from Dinah, and he wisely chose not to say anymore. “All right, just have a good time. Me, your mother, your Uncle Hal, and Roy are gonna have a little gathering of our own. Speaking of Roy, Lian’s joining you in this sleepover, too, right?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be just us three,” Mar’i confirmed.
“What about Iris?” Dinah asked. “Is she joining you?”
“We invited her,” Olivia replied. “She had other plans. Probably with Chris and/or Damien.”
“Robbing the cradle, huh?” Ollie quipped.
“You, Mr. Queen, have no business talking about cradles being robbed,” Dinah joked, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s not like that, Uncle Ollie,” Mar’i said.
“Sure, sure,” Ollie conceded. “Anyway, Dinah and I are off. Have fun, girls.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Olivia said, stretching on her tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek. She then hugged her mother before letting her and Ollie go on their way.
Once Ollie and Dinah were gone, Mar’i turned to Olivia. “Milady, what shall we do while we wait for my Mistress?”
“My dear Pet, we shall do nothing,” Olivia replied, her voice husky with restrained lust. “If we indulge our desire for each other, your Mistress will be upset and she will punish us both.” She smiled slowly at Mar’i. “You can get yourself changed, though.”
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i whispered, picking up her bag and going upstairs to change. Olivia looked up, watching Mar’i’s delectable derriere as the Tamaranean hybrid walked up the stairs. It still thrilled the techno-organically enhanced girl that Mar’i, whom she had adored for so long, was hers to do with as she would.
Well, mine and Lian’s to do as we will, Olivia amended silently.
When Lian arrived, the redhead did so wearing a closed black duster over her body. “Hey, Olivia. Mar’i showed up yet?”
“She’s changing upstairs,” Olivia replied. “She should be done now, but she’s probably taking her sweet time waiting for you. Shall we go and check in on her?”
A wicked smile spread across Lian’s face. “Yes.”
The two girls went up the stairs, looking for the room in which Mar’i had gone to change. Olivia was able to find her easily, her biomechanical eyes tracking her heat trail . . . and Mar’i left quite a heat trail. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and twisted, opening the door and stepping inside, Lian following.
When they entered, they saw Mar’i in the outfit she had changed into. The outfit was a cup-less black leather bustier with three straps connecting to a leather collar and very skimpy black leather shorts with a zipper extending from the crotch to the back of the waistband. Thick-soled knee-high black leather boots, studded black leather bracelets with loops and hooks attached, and fishnet stockings attached to garters extending from the bustier complemented the ensemble. She was on her knees, her backside resting on her heels, and looking up at her Mistress and Lady with desire raging in her eyes.
Lian shed her duster and Olivia her robe, revealing the outfits they themselves had chosen for this occasion. Lian was garbed in a zip-front corset with a built-in bra and a small black thong with thigh-high black spike-heeled platform boots. Olivia wore a skimpy black leather tube top that laced up at the sides and black leather shorts with laces up the sides, along with spike-heeled platform boots similar to Lian’s but knee-high as opposed to thigh-high.
“Hello, Pet,” Lian greeted in an affectionate tone darkened by lust.
“Hello, Mistress,” Mar’i whispered.
“Stand,” Lian commanded.
Mar’i obeyed, rising to her feet. “What do you wish of me, Mistress?”
“Unzip the shorts, Pet,” Lian ordered. “And make it look good.” The gleam of passion in her eyes belied the neutrality she attempted to place in her tone.
Mar’i obeyed once again, taking the zipper between her fingers and pulling it down. Once it reached her perineum, the area of skin between her womanly core and her other, more forbidden opening, she turned around and bent over, displaying her curvaceous leather-clad gluteus to the lustful eyes of her Mistress and Lady. She pulled the zipper across her perineum and then switched hands, using the other hand to reach behind her and pull the zipper up across her backside. This she did slowly, teasing Lian and Olivia. When it was done, she remained in her position.
Lian and Olivia strode over to her, Lian sliding two fingers into Mar’i’s opened shorts and inside her. “So wet already. You were enjoying that, weren’t you, Pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Mar’i answered submissively. “I was anticipating the ways in which I would gratify you and Milady.”
“Good,” Olivia purred. “It’s nice that you’re so giving, Pet.”
Mar’i whimpered softly from the pleasure she was receiving from Lian’s fingers inside her. “Does my beloved Pet want a treat?” Lian asked, her voice a sensual whisper.
Mar’i nodded.
“Then . . . on your knees,” Lian instructed.
Mar’i obediently got on her knees before Lian, the spiked platform heels augmenting Lian’s height enough for Mar’i’s head to be closer to Lian’s crotch than it would have been otherwise. Lian pushed down her thong and stepped out of the skimpy piece of underwear, revealing her hairless mound.
“Show your Mistress how much you love her, Pet,” Olivia whispered in Mar’i’s ear, her leather-clad bosom pressing against Mar’i’s back.
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i whispered. She kissed Lian’s sex, eliciting a soft moan from the older girl upon the contact of bee-stung lips and wet lower lips. Mar’i wasted no time in turning that intimate kiss into one of the French variety, sliding her tongue deep inside Lian’s sex. She moved her tongue inside her Mistress’s core, catching dewy wetness from it. That wetness was like catnip to her, given her unusually acute sense of taste. It made her want to get as much as she could, to continue to pleasure Lian so Lian could come and give her all the womanly nectar she could handle.
Mar’i felt hands reaching to grab her arms and position them so that her wrists were behind her back. Those same hands connected the loops and hooks on her bracelets to each other, binding her. Another person would have started to panic, but Mar’i knew it was Olivia, just by her touch. She was more pleasantly surprised to feel Olivia’s tongue begin to probe her nether regions. Mar’i let out a soft moan into Lian’s core, the vibrations further arousing Lian, who let out a low, purring groan of pleasure.
“Don’t . . .” Lian breathed out. “Don’t come before I do.”
Mar’i’s answer to that was to continue working her magic on Lian. That was the advantage of learning those self-discipline mantras; it meant she could, at least for a while, exert her will over her body, no matter how aroused she was. She licked Lian’s sex, withdrawing her tongue from inside her to lick her nether lips. She found Lian’s clit and sucked on it. She would have used her hands to help, but they were bound behind her back, which she supposed was the entire point of this exercise.
Behind Mar’i, Olivia held the Tamaranean hybrid’s womanly hips tightly, licking a trail from the other girl’s feminine core, over her perineum, and up to her rosebud. Mar’i began to squirm slightly as Olivia’s tongue went to work on her other lower orifice, moaning into Lian’s sex. Lian held Mar’i’s head tightly, beginning to buck her hips against the younger girl’s mouth.
Mar’i’s squirming increased when Olivia inserted a techno-organic phallus - which used to be Olivia’s first three fingers - inside her and a louder moan escaped her lips, although muffled by Lian’s lower lips. In addition to this, Olivia stiffened her tongue, aided by another extension of techno-organic substance, and pressed it slowly, gently inside Mar’i’s other opening. The volume of Mar’i’s moans, muffled as they were by her oral work on Lian, increased, driving Lian closer to a climax.
Mar’i began to thrust her hips back against the biomechanical intruders in her two lower openings, the vibrations of her pleasured moans driving Lian to climax. Lian’s sex spilled her orgasmic juices into the mouth of an ecstatic Mar’i, who drank eagerly. The taste of Lian’s juices, combined with the feel of them sliding down her throat and Olivia’s work on her, pushed Mar’i into a climax of her own. Her cry of orgasmic pleasure was swallowed by Lian’s kiss, the older girl passionately tonguing her.
When they broke the kiss, Lian stroked Mar’i’s hair. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Good girl.”
“I did as you wanted, Mistress,” Mar’i whispered. “I did not take my pleasure until I had given you yours.”
“Thank you, my Pet,” Lian purred.
“You’re welcome, Mistress,” Mar’i answered.
Lian looked over Mar’i to spot Olivia. “Olivia. You may stop now.”
Olivia withdrew her techno-organically enhanced tongue and fingers from Mar’i’s lower entrances, smiling wickedly. She reverted the biomechanical phallus to three flesh-and-blood fingers, which were still coated in Mar’i’s orgasmic juices. She turned Mar’i around with her other hand and extended the fingers soaked in Mar’i’s fluids to her.
“Clean me.”
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i answered, sucking Olivia’s fingers into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips, the taste of herself on her Lady’s fingers lighting the fires of her arousal once more. As she did that, Lian took one of Mar’i’s bare breasts in her hand and began to caress and squeeze it while she took the nipple of Mar’i’s other breast into her mouth and sucked on it.
Once Olivia was sure her fingers were clean, she gently slid them out of Mar’i’s mouth, prompting a moan of disappointment from the dark-haired girl. Olivia smiled warmly at Mar’i and caught her in a hot, demanding kiss. It was a kiss that sought her own taste in the dark-haired girl’s mouth. She sucked Mar’i’s tongue into her mouth, purring into Mar’i’s mouth as the kiss continued.
When Olivia pulled away, both her lips and Mar’i’s were swollen from the intensity of their kiss, and Lian was still working on Mar’i’s breasts. As the red-haired girl did so, she slid her hand down Mar’i’s back and slid it through the un-zippered shorts to cup one firm, succulent buttock. She moved her fingers, sliding them into the crevice between Mar’i’s lower cheeks and gently playing with that area of her Pet’s body.
“Mistress . . .” Mar’i moaned.
“Your Lady hasn’t received any relief of her own,” Lian purred after taking her mouth off Mar’i’s breast. “Don’t be selfish, Pet. Show her how much you love her, too.”
As Lian spoke, Olivia stripped, unlacing one side of her top just enough for her to take it off, exposing her firm breasts to both girls’ eyes. She unzipped her shorts and let them slide down her legs, then stepped out of them. Olivia strode over to Mar’i, her swollen nether lips exposing the depths of her arousal. Mar’i obediently leaned forward and licked Olivia’s sex, prompting a shuddering moan from the blonde.
As Mar’i proved her “oratory skills” to Olivia, Lian was sliding one moistened finger up through Mar’i’s rosebud, prompting a soft moan of mixed pain and pleasure from the dark-haired girl as her more forbidden area was penetrated once more. The vibration of Mar’i’s moan sent all-too-pleasurable sensations through Olivia, causing the blonde to buck her hips against Mar’i’s face.
“Ahhh . . . I . . . need you . . . !” Olivia cried out. She pushed Mar’i’s head away from her sex and kneeled down to kiss her passionately. Lian, sensing what her cousin-of-sorts wanted, pulled her finger out of Mar’i and watched as Olivia picked up Mar’i and gently laid her on the blood-red satin sheets of the bed they commonly used for their activities. Olivia reached behind Mar’i and disconnected the loops and hooks on her bracelets, freeing her arms. She then raised Mar’i’s arms over her head and reconnected the loops and hooks, binding her again. She unbuttoned Mar’i’s shorts and tossed them aside, then straddled her and began to grind their nether regions together, their clits rubbing against each other.
As Mar’i and Olivia made love with the unbridled lust of succubae, Lian found her bag and reached inside it. She pulled out an artificial phallus attached to a triangular scrap of leather with a strap extending from each corner. She strapped on the artificial phallus, sliding the plug on the back end into herself, and reached into her bag again, pulling out a tube of lubricant. She squeezed a generous amount out onto her hand and rubbed it all over the false phallus.
Once that task was done, Lian climbed onto the bed and got behind Olivia, taking care to properly position herself. After that, she began to gently slide into Olivia’s forbidden treasure; despite the blonde’s regenerative capabilities, Lian did not wish to do her effective cousin more harm than necessary. Then again, Olivia had a taste for pain, so maybe she could have taken that into account. In any case, the blonde was singing like the canary she named herself for, her cries of mixed pleasure and pain a sonata to Lian’s ears.
There the three girls were: teammates, friends, sisters, cousins, and lovers. The trio was in a tangle of sweaty limbs, furiously and passionately making love to each other. Yes, for all the more perverse elements they had introduced into their “playtime,” it genuinely could be called making love, because they really did love each other.
“Mistress! Milady!” Mar’i cried out, climaxing once again in a chain of ecstatic explosions.
“Mar’i!” Olivia cried out, holding Mar’i tightly as the dark-haired girl continued her climax. She came as well, both from tribbing Mar’i and from having Lian’s artificial phallus inside her other entrance. Lian herself continued thrusting into Olivia as the techno-organically enhanced girl rode out her orgasm, until - with one more hard thrust of her own - she climaxed, too. That one last thrust sent Olivia into another climax, hyper-stimulated as she was.
In the aftermath, the three girls lay tangled up in each other, sweaty hair in their eyes, sweaty limbs wrapped around each other. “I love you . . .” Mar’i whispered. “Both of you . . .”
Olivia gently pushed a strand of black hair out of Mar’i’s face, while Lian licked some choice beads of sweat off Mar’i’s golden skin. “We love you, too, Mar’i.”
Author: V5_Vendetta
Disclaimer: DC's characters, not mine.
Fandom: DC Comics
Characters/Pairings: Mar'i Grayson/Lian Harper, Mar'i Grayson/Olivia Queen, Lian Harper/Olivia Queen, cameos by Selina and Helena Kyle, Dick Grayson, and Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After babysitting Helena, Mar'i is ready to unwind with her two favorite girls in the world. Of course, their idea of unwinding is not exactly conventional.
A/N: This is for Pervyficgirl, who once mentioned that she wanted to see a Mar'i/Lian/Olivia threesome. Hope you like it.
Warning: D/s and perverse uses for a symbiotic techno-organism are contained in this. If you cannot handle that, leave now. Any mental decay, damage, or disturbance is your fault.
“Can I see your cave?” eleven-year-old Helena Kyle asked her babysitter.
Her babysitter, a tall and inhumanly bronzed dark-haired teenage girl, smiled down at her. “Sure.”
Helena’s babysitter was none other than Mar’i Grayson, daughter to Dick Grayson, inheritor of the name Batman from the late Bruce Wayne and originator of the Robin identity, and Koriand’r, the late Tamaranean warrior-princess known as Starfire. She was the spitting image of her mother in almost all respects, only an inch shorter, a shade lighter, and with wavy black hair instead of curly red hair. She was also known as Nightstar, leader of the newest Titans team.
“Get your jacket,” Mar’i instructed.
Helena sprang up from her seat on the floor and went to the coat room to get her jacket. She came back with the jacket on, her dark hair tied back to keep it out of her eyes when Mar’i took her to the cave. “Why don’t you have a jacket?”
“I don’t get cold easily,” Mar’i replied.
“That must be so cool,” Helena said. “I’d wear T-shirts and shorts all the time if I were like you.”
Mar’i wasn’t exactly wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but she was wearing a black sweater jacket over a white dress shirt with black tie and a red-and-black plaid skirt. Knee-high socks and black Mary Jane shoes covered her feet. The sweater was tight on her, even though it was the largest size her school could spare for her, outlining her bust.
She walked out of the apartment with Helena and the two girls exited the complex together. Once outside, Mar’i scooped Helena into her arms and propelled herself into the air, gliding through the sky. A purple contrail of energy marked Mar’i’s trail as she flew. With Mar’i’s speed, they were at the cave entrance in almost no time at all.
Once there, Mar’i let Helena stand on her own two feet and walked her inside. “Wow!” Helena exclaimed. “This is just like Uncle Dick’s cave!”
“Yeah,” Mar’i admitted. “Have a look around, but don’t touch anything.”
Helena looked at Mar’i slightly crossly. “Please. I’m not going to touch every shiny thing in this cave.”
Mar’i smiled. No wonder Selina wanted her to baby-sit Helena; she needed a break from the not-so-little kitten!
“That the computer?” Helena asked, pointing at the giant monitor that seemed to be the center of the cave.
“Yeah,” Mar’i replied. “That’s how we find bad guys.”
“Cool,” Helena said. “Hey, Mar’i?”
“Yeah?”
“When I get to be your age, can I be a Titan?”
“Sure.” Mar’i smiled widely. “You can be a Titan. You can be anything, with the will to be it.”
“Does Damien come to this cave, too?” Helena peered at Mar’i inquiringly.
“Of course. He’s a Titan, too.”
“What do you do in this cave besides look for criminals?”
“Hang out, play games.” Mar’i’s tone was quite airy as she answered that particular question.
Helena narrowed her eyes at Mar’i. “I meant, what do you and Damien do together?”
“We fight crime together,” Mar’i replied. “That’s about it, really.”
“Good,” Helena said with a wide smile. “Because Damien’s my boyfriend.”
“Y’know, you can’t just claim somebody’s your boyfriend without their consent,” Mar’i advised.
Helena looked at Mar’i crossly, only to break out into a confident smile. “Oh, he’ll consent. He’ll consent because I’m everything he likes in a girl. I can fight, I’m smart, I don’t take crap from anyone, and I’m just pretty enough to add that dash of womanly allure to the mix of all things great about me. I’ll have him eating out of the palm of my hand.”
Again, Mar’i had to raise an eyebrow. If this was what Selina had to deal with, she had to hand it to her late adoptive grandfather’s longtime lover. Poor Damien. Even if he doesn’t agree, he’s going to have a hard time saying no when she gets old enough.
“Anyway, you wanna show me some of those cool moves you learned from Uncle Dick?”
“No problem,” Mar’i replied.
When Selina finally did come around to take Helena back home, she saw the two girls sparring heatedly. Despite the fact that Mar’i was much taller and stronger, not to mention faster, Helena was using her smallness to her advantage, darting in and getting out before Mar’i could touch her. Mar’i still got in more hits than she took, but she was not about to deal serious injury to her charge and said charge was better at fighting than she’d probably expected. Selina and Ted had given young Helena a solid grounding in unarmed combat, something for Mar’i to build on in the future.
“I’m glad you two are having fun,” Selina remarked, catching her daughter’s and quasi-niece’s attention.
“Mom!” Helena cried out.
“How was she, Mar’i?” Selina asked.
Mar’i smiled. “A bundle of energy. She’s still set on Damien, you know.”
Selina sighed. “Helena, how many times have I told you not to go near him? He’s too much of an emotional basket case to really appreciate you.”
Helena stuck her tongue out defiantly. “Didn’t stop you with Uncle Bruce.”
“Yes, but Uncle Bruce wasn’t that much of a bad case after a few years.”
“I just need to grow up. Then he’ll grow up, too, and he’ll be mature enough to know how great girls like me are.”
The look Selina gave Mar’i basically said, “That’ll happen when cats fly.” Mar’i just smiled helplessly at Selina and winked conspiratorially at the woman.
“Anyway, it’s time to go home,” Selina said to Helena. “Thanks for babysitting, Mar’i.”
“You’re welcome, Aunt Selina,” Mar’i answered. “Mind if I show you out?”
“No problem,” Selina replied.
After Mar’i had helped Selina and Helena back home, she went back to her home and packed her bag for the sleepover at Olivia’s place. While packing, her father came in to check up on her. “Going to that sleepover tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, Dad,” Mar’i replied.
“Long as you don’t invite any boys over,” Dick joked. “I don’t need to hear that you had an orgy over there.”
Mar’i laughed. “Who says we need boys to have an orgy?”
Dick gasped mock dramatically. “Mar’i! I’m serious! No orgies.”
“You’re no fun, Dad,” Mar’i pouted, zipping up her bag and gliding over to kiss him on the cheek. “But don’t worry. Lian, Olivia, and I won’t be getting up to anything you, Uncle Roy, and Uncle Wally wouldn’t.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Dick mumbled as Mar’i began to retreat from the apartment.
Once outside, Mar’i flew down to Star City, reaching Olivia’s house within a mere hour due to supersonic flight. Fortunately, the fabric of the bag was specifically designed to handle the forces invoked by faster-than-sound travel, so the bag was still intact. She glided down the front footpath and knocked on the door.
A petite blonde girl with black makeup accenting her eyes and lips greeted her in a brown terrycloth robe large enough to go past her knees. The robe was tied in such a way as to hint at her cleavage, but cleverly concealing most of the treasures beneath. “Hey, Mar’i. Glad you could make it.” A warm, inviting smile spread across her face.
“Hi, Olivia. Mind if I come in?”
“No problem.” Olivia stepped aside, allowing Mar’i to enter the house.
“What’s with the robe?” Mar’i asked.
Olivia leaned forward to whisper in Mar’i’s ear. “My parents haven’t left yet. I don’t want them knowing what we’re up to, or else they’ll stay forever and not let us have any fun.”
“Oh,” Mar’i uttered.
“Hi, Mar’i,” Ollie greeted, striding across the living room to hug her.
“Hi, Uncle Ollie,” Mar’i greeted back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So what are you going to be doing on this sleepover?” Dinah asked.
“Watch movies, eat ice cream, consume unholy amounts of chili, dish over who among our male colleagues we’d marry, shag, or throw off a cliff, and so on,” Olivia replied impishly.
“Personally, I hope Damien gets thrown off a cliff,” Ollie grumbled under his breath. “Damn kid’s like a junior version of his father.” That utterance got him a slug in the shoulder from Dinah, and he wisely chose not to say anymore. “All right, just have a good time. Me, your mother, your Uncle Hal, and Roy are gonna have a little gathering of our own. Speaking of Roy, Lian’s joining you in this sleepover, too, right?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be just us three,” Mar’i confirmed.
“What about Iris?” Dinah asked. “Is she joining you?”
“We invited her,” Olivia replied. “She had other plans. Probably with Chris and/or Damien.”
“Robbing the cradle, huh?” Ollie quipped.
“You, Mr. Queen, have no business talking about cradles being robbed,” Dinah joked, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s not like that, Uncle Ollie,” Mar’i said.
“Sure, sure,” Ollie conceded. “Anyway, Dinah and I are off. Have fun, girls.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Olivia said, stretching on her tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek. She then hugged her mother before letting her and Ollie go on their way.
Once Ollie and Dinah were gone, Mar’i turned to Olivia. “Milady, what shall we do while we wait for my Mistress?”
“My dear Pet, we shall do nothing,” Olivia replied, her voice husky with restrained lust. “If we indulge our desire for each other, your Mistress will be upset and she will punish us both.” She smiled slowly at Mar’i. “You can get yourself changed, though.”
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i whispered, picking up her bag and going upstairs to change. Olivia looked up, watching Mar’i’s delectable derriere as the Tamaranean hybrid walked up the stairs. It still thrilled the techno-organically enhanced girl that Mar’i, whom she had adored for so long, was hers to do with as she would.
Well, mine and Lian’s to do as we will, Olivia amended silently.
When Lian arrived, the redhead did so wearing a closed black duster over her body. “Hey, Olivia. Mar’i showed up yet?”
“She’s changing upstairs,” Olivia replied. “She should be done now, but she’s probably taking her sweet time waiting for you. Shall we go and check in on her?”
A wicked smile spread across Lian’s face. “Yes.”
The two girls went up the stairs, looking for the room in which Mar’i had gone to change. Olivia was able to find her easily, her biomechanical eyes tracking her heat trail . . . and Mar’i left quite a heat trail. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and twisted, opening the door and stepping inside, Lian following.
When they entered, they saw Mar’i in the outfit she had changed into. The outfit was a cup-less black leather bustier with three straps connecting to a leather collar and very skimpy black leather shorts with a zipper extending from the crotch to the back of the waistband. Thick-soled knee-high black leather boots, studded black leather bracelets with loops and hooks attached, and fishnet stockings attached to garters extending from the bustier complemented the ensemble. She was on her knees, her backside resting on her heels, and looking up at her Mistress and Lady with desire raging in her eyes.
Lian shed her duster and Olivia her robe, revealing the outfits they themselves had chosen for this occasion. Lian was garbed in a zip-front corset with a built-in bra and a small black thong with thigh-high black spike-heeled platform boots. Olivia wore a skimpy black leather tube top that laced up at the sides and black leather shorts with laces up the sides, along with spike-heeled platform boots similar to Lian’s but knee-high as opposed to thigh-high.
“Hello, Pet,” Lian greeted in an affectionate tone darkened by lust.
“Hello, Mistress,” Mar’i whispered.
“Stand,” Lian commanded.
Mar’i obeyed, rising to her feet. “What do you wish of me, Mistress?”
“Unzip the shorts, Pet,” Lian ordered. “And make it look good.” The gleam of passion in her eyes belied the neutrality she attempted to place in her tone.
Mar’i obeyed once again, taking the zipper between her fingers and pulling it down. Once it reached her perineum, the area of skin between her womanly core and her other, more forbidden opening, she turned around and bent over, displaying her curvaceous leather-clad gluteus to the lustful eyes of her Mistress and Lady. She pulled the zipper across her perineum and then switched hands, using the other hand to reach behind her and pull the zipper up across her backside. This she did slowly, teasing Lian and Olivia. When it was done, she remained in her position.
Lian and Olivia strode over to her, Lian sliding two fingers into Mar’i’s opened shorts and inside her. “So wet already. You were enjoying that, weren’t you, Pet?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Mar’i answered submissively. “I was anticipating the ways in which I would gratify you and Milady.”
“Good,” Olivia purred. “It’s nice that you’re so giving, Pet.”
Mar’i whimpered softly from the pleasure she was receiving from Lian’s fingers inside her. “Does my beloved Pet want a treat?” Lian asked, her voice a sensual whisper.
Mar’i nodded.
“Then . . . on your knees,” Lian instructed.
Mar’i obediently got on her knees before Lian, the spiked platform heels augmenting Lian’s height enough for Mar’i’s head to be closer to Lian’s crotch than it would have been otherwise. Lian pushed down her thong and stepped out of the skimpy piece of underwear, revealing her hairless mound.
“Show your Mistress how much you love her, Pet,” Olivia whispered in Mar’i’s ear, her leather-clad bosom pressing against Mar’i’s back.
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i whispered. She kissed Lian’s sex, eliciting a soft moan from the older girl upon the contact of bee-stung lips and wet lower lips. Mar’i wasted no time in turning that intimate kiss into one of the French variety, sliding her tongue deep inside Lian’s sex. She moved her tongue inside her Mistress’s core, catching dewy wetness from it. That wetness was like catnip to her, given her unusually acute sense of taste. It made her want to get as much as she could, to continue to pleasure Lian so Lian could come and give her all the womanly nectar she could handle.
Mar’i felt hands reaching to grab her arms and position them so that her wrists were behind her back. Those same hands connected the loops and hooks on her bracelets to each other, binding her. Another person would have started to panic, but Mar’i knew it was Olivia, just by her touch. She was more pleasantly surprised to feel Olivia’s tongue begin to probe her nether regions. Mar’i let out a soft moan into Lian’s core, the vibrations further arousing Lian, who let out a low, purring groan of pleasure.
“Don’t . . .” Lian breathed out. “Don’t come before I do.”
Mar’i’s answer to that was to continue working her magic on Lian. That was the advantage of learning those self-discipline mantras; it meant she could, at least for a while, exert her will over her body, no matter how aroused she was. She licked Lian’s sex, withdrawing her tongue from inside her to lick her nether lips. She found Lian’s clit and sucked on it. She would have used her hands to help, but they were bound behind her back, which she supposed was the entire point of this exercise.
Behind Mar’i, Olivia held the Tamaranean hybrid’s womanly hips tightly, licking a trail from the other girl’s feminine core, over her perineum, and up to her rosebud. Mar’i began to squirm slightly as Olivia’s tongue went to work on her other lower orifice, moaning into Lian’s sex. Lian held Mar’i’s head tightly, beginning to buck her hips against the younger girl’s mouth.
Mar’i’s squirming increased when Olivia inserted a techno-organic phallus - which used to be Olivia’s first three fingers - inside her and a louder moan escaped her lips, although muffled by Lian’s lower lips. In addition to this, Olivia stiffened her tongue, aided by another extension of techno-organic substance, and pressed it slowly, gently inside Mar’i’s other opening. The volume of Mar’i’s moans, muffled as they were by her oral work on Lian, increased, driving Lian closer to a climax.
Mar’i began to thrust her hips back against the biomechanical intruders in her two lower openings, the vibrations of her pleasured moans driving Lian to climax. Lian’s sex spilled her orgasmic juices into the mouth of an ecstatic Mar’i, who drank eagerly. The taste of Lian’s juices, combined with the feel of them sliding down her throat and Olivia’s work on her, pushed Mar’i into a climax of her own. Her cry of orgasmic pleasure was swallowed by Lian’s kiss, the older girl passionately tonguing her.
When they broke the kiss, Lian stroked Mar’i’s hair. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Good girl.”
“I did as you wanted, Mistress,” Mar’i whispered. “I did not take my pleasure until I had given you yours.”
“Thank you, my Pet,” Lian purred.
“You’re welcome, Mistress,” Mar’i answered.
Lian looked over Mar’i to spot Olivia. “Olivia. You may stop now.”
Olivia withdrew her techno-organically enhanced tongue and fingers from Mar’i’s lower entrances, smiling wickedly. She reverted the biomechanical phallus to three flesh-and-blood fingers, which were still coated in Mar’i’s orgasmic juices. She turned Mar’i around with her other hand and extended the fingers soaked in Mar’i’s fluids to her.
“Clean me.”
“Yes, Milady,” Mar’i answered, sucking Olivia’s fingers into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips, the taste of herself on her Lady’s fingers lighting the fires of her arousal once more. As she did that, Lian took one of Mar’i’s bare breasts in her hand and began to caress and squeeze it while she took the nipple of Mar’i’s other breast into her mouth and sucked on it.
Once Olivia was sure her fingers were clean, she gently slid them out of Mar’i’s mouth, prompting a moan of disappointment from the dark-haired girl. Olivia smiled warmly at Mar’i and caught her in a hot, demanding kiss. It was a kiss that sought her own taste in the dark-haired girl’s mouth. She sucked Mar’i’s tongue into her mouth, purring into Mar’i’s mouth as the kiss continued.
When Olivia pulled away, both her lips and Mar’i’s were swollen from the intensity of their kiss, and Lian was still working on Mar’i’s breasts. As the red-haired girl did so, she slid her hand down Mar’i’s back and slid it through the un-zippered shorts to cup one firm, succulent buttock. She moved her fingers, sliding them into the crevice between Mar’i’s lower cheeks and gently playing with that area of her Pet’s body.
“Mistress . . .” Mar’i moaned.
“Your Lady hasn’t received any relief of her own,” Lian purred after taking her mouth off Mar’i’s breast. “Don’t be selfish, Pet. Show her how much you love her, too.”
As Lian spoke, Olivia stripped, unlacing one side of her top just enough for her to take it off, exposing her firm breasts to both girls’ eyes. She unzipped her shorts and let them slide down her legs, then stepped out of them. Olivia strode over to Mar’i, her swollen nether lips exposing the depths of her arousal. Mar’i obediently leaned forward and licked Olivia’s sex, prompting a shuddering moan from the blonde.
As Mar’i proved her “oratory skills” to Olivia, Lian was sliding one moistened finger up through Mar’i’s rosebud, prompting a soft moan of mixed pain and pleasure from the dark-haired girl as her more forbidden area was penetrated once more. The vibration of Mar’i’s moan sent all-too-pleasurable sensations through Olivia, causing the blonde to buck her hips against Mar’i’s face.
“Ahhh . . . I . . . need you . . . !” Olivia cried out. She pushed Mar’i’s head away from her sex and kneeled down to kiss her passionately. Lian, sensing what her cousin-of-sorts wanted, pulled her finger out of Mar’i and watched as Olivia picked up Mar’i and gently laid her on the blood-red satin sheets of the bed they commonly used for their activities. Olivia reached behind Mar’i and disconnected the loops and hooks on her bracelets, freeing her arms. She then raised Mar’i’s arms over her head and reconnected the loops and hooks, binding her again. She unbuttoned Mar’i’s shorts and tossed them aside, then straddled her and began to grind their nether regions together, their clits rubbing against each other.
As Mar’i and Olivia made love with the unbridled lust of succubae, Lian found her bag and reached inside it. She pulled out an artificial phallus attached to a triangular scrap of leather with a strap extending from each corner. She strapped on the artificial phallus, sliding the plug on the back end into herself, and reached into her bag again, pulling out a tube of lubricant. She squeezed a generous amount out onto her hand and rubbed it all over the false phallus.
Once that task was done, Lian climbed onto the bed and got behind Olivia, taking care to properly position herself. After that, she began to gently slide into Olivia’s forbidden treasure; despite the blonde’s regenerative capabilities, Lian did not wish to do her effective cousin more harm than necessary. Then again, Olivia had a taste for pain, so maybe she could have taken that into account. In any case, the blonde was singing like the canary she named herself for, her cries of mixed pleasure and pain a sonata to Lian’s ears.
There the three girls were: teammates, friends, sisters, cousins, and lovers. The trio was in a tangle of sweaty limbs, furiously and passionately making love to each other. Yes, for all the more perverse elements they had introduced into their “playtime,” it genuinely could be called making love, because they really did love each other.
“Mistress! Milady!” Mar’i cried out, climaxing once again in a chain of ecstatic explosions.
“Mar’i!” Olivia cried out, holding Mar’i tightly as the dark-haired girl continued her climax. She came as well, both from tribbing Mar’i and from having Lian’s artificial phallus inside her other entrance. Lian herself continued thrusting into Olivia as the techno-organically enhanced girl rode out her orgasm, until - with one more hard thrust of her own - she climaxed, too. That one last thrust sent Olivia into another climax, hyper-stimulated as she was.
In the aftermath, the three girls lay tangled up in each other, sweaty hair in their eyes, sweaty limbs wrapped around each other. “I love you . . .” Mar’i whispered. “Both of you . . .”
Olivia gently pushed a strand of black hair out of Mar’i’s face, while Lian licked some choice beads of sweat off Mar’i’s golden skin. “We love you, too, Mar’i.”