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Fertility Crisis 3
🕑 Added 2025-11-09 20:00:05 +0000 UTCWhere is everybody? Dinah wondered, looking around the grounds of the Parisian embassy, trying to discern any possible Justice Leaguers from all the civilians milling around outside the gates. Could any of them be Booster Gold, Blue Beetle… Captain Atom? She was a little unclear on the current roster. Maxwell Lord was surprisingly bad with turnover for such a corporate titan. Herself being living proof of that.
Of course, it was not wholly his fault she’d left. She and Ollie had tried to make a go of it. It wasn’t her fault either that that had failed, and it wasn’t Ollie’s either. There’d been hurdles too big for them to clear and she’d had things to work out on her own. Then she’d ended up with Oracle—whoever that was—doing crimefighting wherever the Internet said she was needed. Which had brought her to Gay Paree and now, with the job done, she has some free time and no friends to spend it with.
Ollie an ex. Oracle a mystery. The JSA fighting Ragnarök. She wasn’t too close to anyone on the JLE—at least, she didn’t think so, maybe Diana had joined up—but at least she could expect some professional courtesy from them. Hell, she’d settle for Booster and Beetle trying to get into her fishnets.
Assuming they still had their libidos, she was sure she could count on them to give her some quality objectification.
And people think they’re gay. Dinah shook her head wryly. Those two wouldn’t be nearly as horny if they could just suck each other’s—
There was Kilowog! All eight feet and six hundred pounds of him. Bright pink with muscles like Conan; if she didn’t know he was real, she’d think he was invented by some radical feminist group trying to futz with gender roles.
Not that he was anything less than butch himself. The guy reminded her of Wildcat with all the masculinity flowing through him.
Memories of Ted made Dinah blush a little. If he hadn’t been there for her from such a young age that his mental image of her still had babyteeth—but then, Kilowog hadn’t met her until she had a fully developed Canary Cry…
Girl, you’ve been spending too long with nothing better to fantasize about than what Oracle really looks like on the other end of the Internet. Kilowog… really! Next thing you know, you’ll be hitting on Guy Gardner!
“Kilowog!” Dinah cried, quickly trotting over to where the Bolovaxian was. Separated by the fence, she noticed he was hailing a cab. “Where are you going? Kilowog, where is everyone?”
“Me, I’m takin’ some personal time,” Kilowog replied, his rough and guttural voice somehow coming across to Dinah as avuncular. Probably the effect of having a bunch of WW2 vets for ‘uncles’. “Makin’ somethin’ of a house call for an old… I dunno what you’d call it. Refugee, ya might say.”
Dinah’s brow furrowed. “Refugee? Does he need legal help or something?”
“Nah. Only some o’ my technical expertise. I don’t thinks it’ll take too long. Scott’s here to wrap things up for me. Couldn’t ask for a better guy t’ hold down the fort. Those New Gods are no joke!”
A cab pulled up; the driver had no reaction to his fare being from another solar system. He just popped the trunk for Kilowog to stuff his bags into. Those sophisticated continentals—or maybe it was just that all cabbies had seen it all, driven it all…
“Okay, so Scott’s here. What about the others?”
Kilowog gave a shrug that moved his massive shoulders like an avalanche on a mountain range. “Something t’ do with worms. Ya know how tough this stuff is t’ explain. They’ll handle it fer sure, though! This is one tough little club!”
They have worms? Jesus Christ, how did that happen? Don’t tell me they let G’nort onto the team… “Alright, how can I reach you?”
Kilowog piled into the taxi’s backseat. “My ring’s configured to interface with any planetary communication setup of sufficient advancement. Just give me a call!”
“What’s your number?”
“I’m in the book!” Kilowog shouted as his cab peeled off in a cloud of smoke.
Dinah headed back for the Embassy, sure she was still registered to the security system. She’d been a superhero long enough to know that showing up when a team was out on some crazy mission meant they most likely needed her expertise. And having a team-up without Oracle would teach that hopefully hunky guy not to take her for granted.
It was only halfway across the lawn that she realized what she’d done.
Asking for Kilowog’s number. Talk about desperate. You’d think Ollie would put me off relationships for a while. Then again, it’s not like I’m dreaming of hand-delivered flowers or champagne at dinner. No, I just want one little thing. Well, not little. The bigger the better, actually. Hmm—I wonder if Kilowog is… proportionate all the way through.
She smiled to herself. That might be too big even for her. But Dinah was an old-fashioned kind of gal, so it would be nice if it was pink.
Face it, Canary, what you need is a good hard
***
“FUCK!” Even in the midst of foreplay, Scott’s mouth at her neck, his hands roaming her yearning body, Barda could not contain herself. She simply had to give in to his masterful dominance—pay homage to his control of her with filthy, undisciplined outbursts like that one. “SOURCE! SOURCE! I FEEL LIKE YOU’RE TEARING ME APART ALREADY! DON’T KEEP ME WAITING! I CAN’T STAND THE SUSPENSE! GO AHEAD AND FORCE YOURSELF INTO ME, SPREAD ME AS WIDE AS THAT BIG COCK NEEDS, I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH IT HURTS!”
“Yes, dear,” Scott said, always so wonderfully withholding, reducing her to the desperate needful thing that was his most suitable of cockholsters. Oh, to think the leader of the Female Furies could be brought so low… it was a testament to Scott’s superlative skill at his husbandly duties that Barda had no hope of resisting him.
“May I worship your prick?” Barda asked, barely able to fit the words in-between her frenzied panting. “Please, please! I need it so much! I can’t bear to go on with this emptiness, this waiting! End my torment! Make use of my body or punish me for whatever transgressions have made me unworthy of your cruel love!”
Scott took her hand and pulled it down to his groin.
“Ohhh, SCOTT!” Barda moaned. “I’m such a lucky woman to have two Mega-Rods…”
She rubbed and stroked his ten inches, making sure to restrain herself, to only pet him so avidly. Even as his throbbing stiffness tantalized her maddeningly, rubbing her nose in her submissiveness, Barda knew she could squeeze that wonderful root only so tightly.
She rolled over on top of Scott, straddling him to sate her subservience in other ways. Her swollen breasts dangled in his face.
“Give it to me! Fuck me until I come!” she murmured, shoving her rigid nipple into his mouth until he finally relieved her suffering and suckled it, her so-disciplined master. “Make me come for you like a good whore! Put me in my place! I must never forget I’m your submissive cum-slut!”
“Yes, dear,” Scott nodded, pulling at her nipple like he was trying to swallow it.
Already Barda gasped, she writhed, she forced her breasts down into Scott’s face as she knew he would order her to if his mouth weren’t full. He brought his hands up to her thick ass and devoured the taut flesh with his fingers just as his lips and teeth did with her proud breasts.
Barda moaned. Bit her lip. Tried to bear the heat filling her breasts and making her buttocks feel like they would burst. Scott pinched and scratched and sucked and bit—it was so deliciously clear that her body was a feast meant only to satisfy his bestial appetite! Only she was woman enough for him and only he was man enough for her!
“Yes, dear,” Scott said, still fighting to keep her heaving breasts in his mouth no matter how deeply Barda breathed.
“What was that?” Barda asked.
“What was what?”
“You said ‘yes, dear,’ but I didn’t say anything.”
“I was just, you know, vocalizing. You know: ‘oh God, holy shit, oh fuck… yes, dear me, this is good!’”
Then he buried his face between her breasts, wildly biting the tender flesh at the innermost curve of her cleavage. Barda shut her eyes and gasped from deep in her throat—tight, helpless caws followed her surprise, as Scott reminded her of the indolent pleasures that were hers when she was a good girl and gave in to his merciless demands.
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Shendude
Sexy AND funny, yay!
