"Ready to fuck me now, Dick?" went Kory's soft, lilting voice, singing out from her as delicately as her touch went over Dick's back, fingers stroking and massaging his lust-tense muscles. Kara could see them standing out in oak-hard knots, tensed up from—"Like you did Donna?"
"Always, Star." He shifted his neck, cracking out one last kink, then turned over. His eyes tracing over Kory were a spur to his fine bodily control, bringing him to full hardness. "For you, always."
"And for this?" Kory asked teasingly, running her fingers up and down her own voluptuous body, seeing and loving the effect it had on him. "It's all yours tonight, Dick. Every night. I'll give it all to you for that giant cock..."
She pounced, bringing her bare pussy down on the impalement of his iron-hard prick. Dick yelped slightly before his expression settled into an aroused grin. Kara was expecting to see fireworks now, and she wasn't disappointed.
"I want the warmth of your body, Dick... the friction of your fucking... the fire of your cum inside me... I want you to burn me up... I need it!"
Kory tensed her stomach muscles, massaging his cock inside her, dancing her hips over him as she put him to expert, well-practiced use. The look on Dick's face was now of sheer sexual need. He was being toyed with, told what she wanted. And he didn't need to be told twice. He could feel it through every inch of his shaft.
The hot velvet of her sex gripped at his cock; still, Dick grunted and pulled free. Kory clenched, wanting to hold him deep inside her, forcing him to pause. But her juices were too copious, her sex too slippery. Dick crab-walked back, Kory moaning as he exited her for a substantial length, then sat up, abs flexing, to take her in his arms and surge back inside her. Kory gasped and clutched fiercely at his back, her fingernails leaving bloody tracks down him to mark the intensity of the satisfaction ravaging her voluptuous body. Already Dick was bouncing her on his lap, thrusting up into her, making her his all over again, as if she hadn't been even before their very first time.
"Enjoying the show?" Donna asked, so close that Kara's straining ears magnified the conversational tone into a roar. She jerked back to herself, seeing Donna beside her, standing on another slender branch in the Amazonian forest. The glow from the lit-up embassy barely penetrated this far, but there was enough in the darkness for Kara to see Donna's bemused look. She hadn't noticed Donna slip away; she'd assumed Donna had been as absorbed in the show as she was.
Donna looked beautiful, as usual, as always. Sporty and slender, with the heart-shaped face of an angel, her features soft but sure, clear blue eyes as guileless as a child's. She did not dress in the robes and armor of the Amazons, but in a modern style crisscrossed with that of her adopted home. A micro-mini skirt as brief as any pteruges, reaching only a scant few inches down her thighs. Pantyhose with it, rather than the hip-high stockings Kara's longer skirt allowed her. Her top a red vest over a white blouse, same color as her skirt, the woman looking like she'd stepped off a tennis court—or a tennis-themed photoshoot.
Kara knew how she looked, or how Donna said she looked. Honey blonde, beautiful face, skin like fresh cream, body like a glass sculpture. She didn't believe it though. If she was so pretty, how come no one was interested in her? They were interested in Kory...
Kara knew she was in for a lecture. She crossed her arms, battening down the hatches like she was in the path of a hurricane. "What does he see in her? I mean, sure, she's cute or whatever, but we are in love!"
"Kara," Donna said gently, "has he told you his name yet?"
"Nightwing," Kara replied. "It's a good, strong name."
Donna sighed. "What would you say to a drink? Somewhere with a less distracting view, maybe?"
***
There were many dwellings on Themyscira. Not enough to even begin to overwhelm the natural splendor of the island, but over the ages, there had been many architects wanting to practice their art and experiment on a grand scale. Some were eventually abolished, recycled, but many were left vacant in various corners of the jungle: suitable dwelling places for Amazons who wanted to be alone, or who had been living with another and then separated themselves.
The embassy had been one such project, adapted to Man's World presence. Supergirl's hut was another. Distant enough from the city to give her privacy, but close enough for help to be at hand should she require it.
Though at present, the only help Donna thought Kara could do with was a maid.
She stepped over the various Earth trinkets the Kara had gorged her living space with—having to hover in some places—and finally made her way to the Themysciran freezing unit. "Coca-Cola," she announced, setting it on the tray. It was chilled to perfection in a few moments. "I know it's hard to get here."
Kara took up a brooding spot on one of the rafters. With her flight ability, it made a decent place to sit. And there was no tourist kitsch on it. "You say I'm pretty. Well, if I'm so pretty, why isn't he in love with me yet?"
"Kara, it's not that simple." Donna cleaned up a little, enough to find the ice and some clean glasses. She poured for them. "You are pretty, very pretty, but there are a lot of factors you're not accounting for. His friendship with Kal, for instance."
"Is he in love with Kal and not with me?"
"No, no." Donna floated up to offer Kara her glass, then simply crossed her legs and hovered in mid-air as if Indian-sitting. "I know you may have been an adult on Krypton, but here, you're still something of a child."
Kara's eyes reddened. One step closer to learning to use her heatvision. "I am not a child!"
"I know that, sweetie. But it's going to take a while for Kal to see it that way. Just as it took a while for even Diana to see me as 'Troia' instead of 'Wonder Girl.'"
"That's Kal's problem. Nightwing never treats me like a child!"
Donna drank from her own cup, wishing she had brought something stronger. "Well, he makes all of us feel special. But my point is that Kal is going to be overprotective of you for a while, and most people care about him far too much to go against his wishes regarding his cousin. His very young cousin."
"I'm not that young!"
"Wait a few years, hon, you'll want to take that statement back. I know Kal tries to be understanding, and he is, usually—he's practically an Amazon there. But he has a blind spot when it comes to people he loves and you, Kara, are about the only blood relation he has in the universe. For an old friend like Nightwing to suddenly be with you, even if he weren't with Kory already—it'd be like a betrayal of trust."
"And everyone feels this way? Like Superman is their 'old friend'?"
"Well..."
Kara leaned backward, tipping off the rafter and dropping herself to the floor with barely any hovering to break the fall. "Great! I'm now doomed to a life of celibacy as well, all because no one wants to annoy my baby cousin!"
"I don't think it will come to that," Donna said, looking down at how the fall had jarred Kara's costume. Small to begin with, the shirt's hem had flipped over her small abs, while her skirt covered one knee and skated up far past the other. And Kara's young breasts still showed proudly under her clinging jersey. "If there's one thing that can convince the locals here to go against their better instincts, it's someone that looks like you. Nightwing's old enough to know better—barely—but we get you into Titan Tower, half the boys there will be out of their minds."
Kara smiled subtly. "I don't want them. I want Nightwing. Or..."
"Or?"
