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Prologue/One Year Earlier/August: Cold Feet

The engagement was spur-of-the-moment, which was just more evidence to Dick that he should trust his instincts more. Despite all the hiccups, despite the long heartsickness of training with Bruce and only being able to communicate with his fiancée by satellite, he’d done it. They’d come through.

He should be nervous. But even back in the circus, he’d never been scared of a jump. His heart was swelling bigger than it ever had when he was a boy. He was invincible.

Everything was accounted for. Superman himself was in orbit, keeping an X-raying eye on the chapel. Bruce had paid everyone involved generously, hopefully not including the guests (although Dick wouldn’t put it past him). And Barbara had planned everything, down to the number of frosting flowers on the wedding cake. It was going to be a perfect day.

He untied and redid the bowtie around his neck. When he looked at his reflection again, there was a redhead in a white dress sitting behind him.

He turned. “Hey, thought it was bad luck for the bride to see—“

“It was,” Kory said, standing, “for us. Best of luck to you in your new life.”

He let her slender fingers retie his bowtie.

“It’s going to be so strange, knowing you’ll never show up at my window with a bottle of champagne and a condom, telling me to light a fire in the fireplace…” Her hands strayed from his bowtie, up to his neck. “Five minutes after we say hello the pizza arrives with all my favorite toppings and you have the coupon…”

Dick smiled. “Lots of people like goat cheese.” He gently took hold of Kory’s hands and lowered them from his face. “And I haven’t done that for months.”

“Yes, you’ve had a very long engagement.”

“And deciding-to-engagement.”

Kory tilted her head to one side, switching to playful. “We have a word for that on Tamaran. Vorikta.” Then, trying and nearly succeeding to keep the same chipper tone: “Could things ever have worked out between us?”

“I don’t know. I think they probably could have.” Dick worked the ring on his finger. “But it’s a moot point now.”

“Yes.“

Dick put a hand on her bare shoulder, squeezed comfortingly. “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you. We’re still friends and we can talk whenever you like. I’ll be here for you 24/7.”

“You’re there for all your friends 24/7.”

“Exactly.”

Kory sighed, then took a deep breath to drown her bitterness in oxygen. “Maybe a clean break is best for me. Just let what we once had die…”

“I would not be the least bit upset if you found someone else. I want you to know that right now.”

“That’s very kind of you.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Get married, Dick.”

***

The best man checked his watch, that gold Rolex he never wore when there was a possibility of a fight, which meant he never wore it. Twenty til. Jesus.

“How long now?” Roy asked the maid of honor anyway.

“Twenty minutes, just like your watch said,” Dinah replied.

Roy looked at Dick, standing at the aisle without a care in the world. “Your girl had better show.”

“Your boy better not break her heart,” Dinah retorted.

Then they stopped talking as the organ played and Barbara started down the length of the nave.

***

The first thing Dick did inside the limo was take off his cufflinks. They’d been pinching him all evening and no amount of loosening them had managed to make them comfortable. The wedding bells were behind them, Barbara was salved against his chest, and everything was right. If he listened, through his own drowsy excitement, he could hear the ringing of the cans tied to the rear bumper. Past the privacy screen in front of him, Alfred was calmly steering. Dick felt Barbara’s hand squeeze his.

“Tired?”

“Couldn’t sleep a wink last night,” he explained.

“I know, I was there. You weren’t snoring for once.” Barbara made room as Dick put an arm around her, tucking it under hers. “I’m feeling a bit sleepy too.”

She made a pillow out of his shoulder.

Dick curled her hair around his fingers, enjoying the way it flashed in the light coming through the sunroof. Then, still treasuring the feel, he set his head against the window and let the gentle massage of the car’s vibration soothe him.

He was nearly asleep when Barbara yawned “You think it’ll be weird, being married?”

“I think it’ll be fun.”

Month 1/August: Eroico

It was a strange feeling, being rich. Academic, really. Dick had never felt rich and although he knew Barbara had siphoned her share of “living expenses” from Swiss bank accounts and golden parachutes, she didn’t drive a Bentley to work. They were used to living simply, the both of them, and not drawing much attention to themselves. That’s why he hoped the necklace would get to her. Sure, he could afford a lot of necklaces with his Wayne Enterprises stock options and frugal living… but had any of them been stolen for thirty years and locked away in a supervillain’s private collection?

“Dick, it’s beautiful!” As if hesitant to touch it directly, she touched the velvet lining of the box it came in. Dick watched with supreme satisfaction as her French-tipped fingernail finally settled on the knuckle-sized diamond. He knew from experience it was cool to the touch. “The Hammersmith Diamond, lost for thirty years… how’d you find it?”

“Very large and diamond-y.” Dick grinned and picked it up by the chain. Barbara gathered her hair up as Dick wrapped it around her neck, chaining it together. She beamed. Glowed. Was radiant. He would run out of adjectives before he described her to any satisfaction.

“First anniversary is the paper anniversary,” she said, watching it hang down to nestle just over her cleavage. “Sixtieth anniversary is diamond.”

“You expect me to wait that long to spoil you?”

“You married me. That means I’m already spoiled.”

Dick gave her the boyish grin reserved for her, the one he’d outgrown at least five years ago (so he was a late bloomer, so what?). “So, whadd’d ya get me?”

“It’s a surprise,” Barbara said impishly.

“Surprise as in ‘I haven’t got you anything yet, so whatever it is, it’s going to be a surprise to both of us’?”

“Surprise as in ‘I can’t wait to get home and see the look on your face’.”

“Then why wait?” Dick raised his hand. “Check please?”

“Aren’t you forgetting your after-dinner mint?”

Barbara dropped two blue pills into Dick’s champagne flute.

“Viagra?”

“You’ll need it,” Barbara said sultrily.

Dick drank.

***

Technically, they lived in Barbara’s place, to no end of ribbing from the old guard of Dick’s Teen Titans. It was a penthouse in the rebuilt Gotham Clocktower, over the main headquarters of the Birds of Prey. The furnishing was a continual conflict which had gotten into an uneasy truce as they approached their anniversary, so they were stuck between Dick’s careless incohesion and Barbara’s fastidious feng shui. Dinah and Helena, sensing the conflict, had cleaned up the place while Dick and Barbara were away and left to get drunk in the safe knowledge that there was no way for Barbara to call on them.

Dick got the door for Barbara, ushering him inside. Her grin had been growing bolder throughout the drive home. It had proven infectious. Dick walked inside their apartment to see a path of yellow petals leading down the hallway to the bedroom, where soft jazz was playing. Suspicious, Dick closed the door. A pair of panties were hanging from the inside doorknob.

“It could be a trap,” Dick said, looking around for something he could use as a weapon. “I’d better…”

Barbara laughed. “Dick. Relax. Just… follow the yellow brick road.”

Dick realized, feeling quite stupid, that this had something to do with Barbara’s present. He slipped out of his shoes and padded down the corridor alongside Barbara.

“After you,” she said.

Dick gave her an unsteady look and wrapped his hand around the doorknob. At her expectant breath, he opened it.

The first thing he noticed was the clothes hamper at the foot of the bed, a bra that would never have fit Barbara hanging out of it. The second thing he noticed was Kory in the bed itself, wearing only the covers. Her happily wide-eyed look greeted them and she toasted them with a glass of wine in her hand, the bottle on the bedstand.

“Happy anniversary, former Boy Wonder,” Barbara said, kissing the hand that was dangling at Dick’s side. Then she noticed “You opened a bottle of two hundred dollar wine without us? That’s a hundred years old!”

Kory took a sip, then grimaced. “Should’ve drank it while it was fresh.” She set the glass down. “Besides, that’s not what he’s thirsty for…”

“Coaster,” Barbara said, opening her shirt.

Dick was stalking towards Kory as if in a trance, stopping midway to look back at Barbara.

“Are you going to watch us?” He didn’t know whether he wanted that or not, but whatever exhibitionist tendencies he had seemed to be winning out.

“And let you have all the fun?” Barbara unhooked her bra. “Not on your life, mister.”

Under the thin bedsheets, Kory spread her legs wide. She slowly dipped a finger into her shadowed sex up to the first knuckle and then slowly, carefully stroked it back and forth, letting out a soft little coo of delight. Dick watched with rapidly evaporating trepidation.

Barbara was wiggling out of her pants and onto the bed.

Kory rolled out of bed, leaving Barbara to pull her pants and footwear the rest of the way off. The bedsheet wrapped around her, just barely thick enough to serve as more than a tissue, she closed the distance between them. Ran the finger which had so recently been inside her over his chin. His lips. The top of his tongue. She pressed against him to feel his erection swelling against her thigh, their bodies so close that she didn’t need a clenched hand to hold the bedsheet up. Her other hand traipsed over his muscular chest, scratching across his pectorals as he sucked on her finger.

Dick watched as she stepped back for a tantalizing pause. God, she was why Dick had pretty much had a 24/7 hard-on when he was a teenager. And at the time, he thought it wasn’t intentional. He was silly back then.

Kory dropped the bedsheet. Shoved Dick down onto the bed and in a moment was kneeling between his legs, jerking his trousers off. Barbara rolled on top of him before he could say anything, kissing him firmly. She forced his hand onto her breast and he squeezed. Felt the nipple come alive in his palm.

“Do you like your anniversary gift?” Barbara asked, mock-worried he would answer in the negative.

Kory’s mouth was around his cock, engulfing it so completely he wasn’t sure he would ever escape. Certainly he didn’t want to. Her tongue circled just under the bulb of his cockhead; its tip traced veins. Just a little ways above that, Barbara’s touch began. One leg was thrown over his waist, Dick’s fingers digging into the thigh before he remembered she couldn’t feel it. He moved up to grope her ass and, as she kissed him, she moaned deliciously.

“Just what I always wanted,” he said, lips inches from her mouth. Practice let him find her clit in seconds, his hand stuffed under her panties so rapidly he pushed her waistband down a little. She clung to him, panting out air hard and hot as he worked two fingers into her, twisting them inside her just when she seemed to be getting used to it. His thumb was on her clit, pressing down hard on it to get a perfect little “oh” of surprise expressed in her lips and wide eyes and flaring nostrils.

Kory pulled away from his cock with an audible pop, just long enough to suck at his balls. Dick had to break away from Barbara to groan, head tilted back, eyelids fluttering. Barbara licked the side of his face, up to and over his earlobe, so he caught her by the side of her neck and pulled her against his lips again. One of her hands was stroking her cunt, palm grinding against it to make up for the fingers he’d taken away. They’d painted a spat of wetness on the side of her face, moist and tangy-smelling.

“Get on top of me,” he said when it was over, almost not able to bear being out of contact with Barbara. He grabbed her masturbating hand by the wrist to stop her from fulfilling herself that way. “I want to taste you.”

He was just beginning the arduous process of kneeling her over his face when Kory stepped in. She shared the taste of Dick with Barbara’s lips, then effortlessly lifted the other woman. Barbara shied away from Kory’s touch as Kory set her down atop Dick’s face, seated on his chest, her legs dangling past Dick’s shoulders and off the bed.

“I love both of you,” she said, kissing Barbara, than Dick. Then flopping down on the bed beside them to suck his cock upside-down. If Dick craned his head, he could see the perfect globes of Kory’s ass beside him.

He reached up, circled Barbara’s right wrist between his thumb and forefinger, then guided her hand to that full, rounded ass. Barbara squeezed it tentatively and Kory parted the veil of hair between them to shoot her two lovers a look full of adoration. Dick could smell Barbara’s scent, heady and feminine, as her pussy went moist.

Her panties were white and conservative and soaked. He ripped them apart with his bare hands, the brief resistance enflaming him, and kissed her cunt. Barbara moaned appreciatively. Steadied herself on Kory’s ass as if there weren’t another point of support in the whole universe. Dick had a hand on the side of Barbara’s waist, cinched like a belt, and another on the crown of Kory’s head, feeling her skull through that dense head of hair as he pressed down. Every time he flashed his teeth into her folds, Barbara bent backwards, hair cascading and tits shaking. He tried to fell her using only his tongue.

Barbara looked over her shoulder and didn’t need her glasses to see Kory’s throat grow tight. Dick was pushing his cock at Kory's mouth, deeper and deeper. Barbara could see Kory's throat swell to accommodate it.

Kory’s mouth was furnace-hot. She was moaning, Dick could hear her, and was it just at the taste or something more? The muffled moan vibrated into his balls and Dick managed a semi-graceful arch before he just lost control. His hips were leaping off the bed, jamming his cock up to meet the bobbing motion of Kory’s head, and his tongue did the same. He forced it inside Barbara, felt the familiar but never unwelcome taste hit his tongue, and grabbed onto her thighs with both hands… steadying her as she gyrated wildly. She was stripping off her clothes fast now, revealing the thin body in such contrast to Kory’s plump voluptuousness, the pale skin that seemed muted and subdued next to Kory’s golden tan. The diamond necklace hung between her breasts, reflecting what little light hit it like a tiny sun.

Kory pulled away from Dick, partly to gape at Barbara’s naked body. Her lower lip dragged at the swollen cockhead, pink tongue dashing out to lick a bead of precum from him. “Are you close?” Kory asked, treating Dick’s manhood like a microphone. Or maybe she was actually conversing with it.

Dick’s toes were balled. No matter how much control he exercised in resisting the no-longer-existent blowjob, he couldn’t manage to stop the reverberations of what she’d been doing from sweeping through his body.

“You’re so close,” she proclaimed, lowering her head to his scrotum for just a moment. He felt her breath chill him there, blown out between pursed lips.

Kory licked sideways from just above the cock to Dick’s belly button, drawing her tongue over the coarse hair and musky sweat there. Dick groaned and Barbara forced her weight down harder on him, as if she could impale herself on his tongue. Kory prowled like a feline over Dick and pressed her breasts closed over his cock, squeezing them together with a goodly portion of her strength. The heat and grip of the smooth flesh reminded Dick of his first time with Kory and he pumped himself upwards so hard he practically flew. Kory smiled as she saw his cockhead part her cleavage, licked it. The rough tongue stimulated him that crucial last few degrees and he came, spraying her face and breasts with his seed. Thick, ropy strands of cum covered her and she rejoiced in the sensation. The wet noise as they landed, their peculiar liquid warmth against her skin, the feel of pure life on her body. She had missed it.

“Not as much as usual,” she said, tasting a dollop of the cum that had landed on her chin. “Have you been eating much protein lately?”

Dick was preoccupied, his hands on Barbara’s back, traveling up and down her spine and over her ass, and Kory followed suit. She mimicked his caresses with fingers and soon tongue. She licked her way up Dick’s chest, over the old scars of his rib-cage, paused to circle a nipple, then up Barbara’s ass where it sat on him. Barbara started a little as her anus was briefly teased, then whimpered as the tongue traveled up her spine.

More than that exploration, Barbara could feel Kory’s eyes exploring her… those pools of green without irises scanning the scarred-over exit wound at the base of her spine, the once-fresh and now-faded scars along her shoulder blades, the latissimus dorsi and other knotted muscles of the back that were in better condition than they had been when she was Batgirl. It was all catalogued, and this gave Barbara the feeling that she was a beautiful painting being favorably critiqued. It felt weird, feeling beautiful because of another woman’s stare. Barbara supposed Kory could make anyone feel that way.

Kory stopped with a little nip to the back of Barbara’s neck, then rested her chin on Barbara’s shoulder. “You push yourself so hard,” she said as Barbara gave her an incredulous look, this strange woman with her face painted in cum. The strange woman who rubbed her face against Barbara’s so that it was impossible not to taste Dick’s flavor on her, not to lick her lips and mewl for more. “You’re so strong. One of the strongest women I’ve met. My hero.”

Barbara’s heart caught in her throat. Why did it mean so much, this compliment she already knew from a virtual stranger? “Thank you.”

“We make a pretty good team.” Kory looked down, giggling as Barbara licked some semen off her jawline. “Dick, tell me…” her arms had circled Barbara’s chest and a few scant fingertips were traveling down between breasts… small compared to Kory’s, but anyone’s would be. “Tell me, how does she taste?” The hand pressed down more fully on Barbara, the heel of it skimming over Barbara’s abs. “Or is it just something you have to experience for yourself?”

Barbara tried to be stoic, but even the briefest touch from Kory was oh, so good, and almost before it began it was over. Then Kory was parting her labia and Dick was kissing it and the two of them were fucking her as a team. She didn't know what was happening anymore because her eyes were shut tight. Her hands dug deep into the bedsheets, feeling them moist with sweat. She clenched and unclenched her hands, unable to tell where Dick ended and Kory began. She was pretty sure it was Dick’s tongue which brushed back and forth over and around her cunt. Kory was chanting something, voice low and guttural and sexy. Then Kory’s finger joined Dick’s tongue inside her.

Barbara felt her whole body catch fire, every fiber of her skin and bone was flaming and she wanted to scream, scream, scream, but she found her jaws locked in the wide open position unable to utter a sound. Kory embraced her. When it was over, Barbara exhaled orgasmically and hoped she hadn’t drowned Dick. She looked down. Kory’s finger was once more outside her, but the fingertip was between Dick’s lips, the knuckle crooked under his nose, the digit being suckled and smelt. Smelling Babs more fully, he became even more excited. Kory looked back to see his cock growing once more, and laughed.

“Your turn now,” she told Barbara. Her eyebrows wagged with excitement and she kissed Barbara on the cheek. Her heavy, pendulous tits were pressed into Barbara’s back, the nipples hard enough to leave marks.

A light sheen of sweat had fallen over all their bodies, making them slide against each other with ease. Kory pulled Barbara off Dick, giggling happily as she nestled them against the pillows. Dick rolled over to look at them. Barbara was nestled inside Kory’s reach like one of those Russian dolls. It was Kory’s strong hands that parted her legs, petted her stomach, kneaded her breasts. Barbara’s hair hung around her face in sweaty ringlets. She panted explosively and touched herself. Dick crawled on hands and knees to get to her.

They kissed and Barbara tasted herself on Dick’s tongue, then watched him kiss Kory and knew the alien was tasting the same. The corner of her mouth quirked in a smile towards Babs, even with Dick’s lips against hers.

“I want to see you fuck, Dick.” Kory said as she laid Barbara down on top of herself, the hacker sandwiched between Starfire and Nightwing. “I want to see how you fuck her. Show me.”

Barbara had never realized how much Kory talked during sex. She and Dick must’ve been goddamn conversationalists.

Dick continued kissing Barbara under Kory’s watchful eyes. Barbara could feel the slickness, the heat, the kinky hair between Kory’s legs pressed tight against the small of her back. The other woman’s fingers were in Dick’s black hair, running over his scalp, while Barbara’s were welded to his back. Together they pulled Dick into them, until Barbara felt him return to her.

“Babs,” he grunted as he slid inside her.

“Barbara,” Kory said, as she wrapped her long legs around them both, ankles criss-crossed atop Dick’s spine. She squeezed, helped Barbara pull Dick deeper in. For a moment, it was like Barbara had legs again…

“Call me Babs,” Barbara whimpered.

Kory tossed her wide hips up, bouncing Barbara up against Dick’s perfect body. Their chests slapped together, Barbara’s tits pressed flat against his hard pectorals. Dick pulled back and then slammed forward, kissing them both so hungrily and with such speed that Barbara wasn’t sure he could tell the difference. Dick slammed down and Kory heaved up, working together toward orgasm. Barbara’s orgasm. She had never felt so loved.

“Babs,” Kory whispered in a cuttingly erotic voice, rolling over so that Dick was on bottom and Barbara was nominally on top.

They were both fucking her in earnest now, Dick and Kory’s fuck which happened to include Barbara. She was hoist between them like meat on a spit, victim of Dick’s cock and Kory’s fingers. Dick stopped kissing her and Kory stopped biting her long enough for them both to feast on opposite ends of her neck, leaving her mouth free to moan and mewl and finally scream…

It was her second orgasm of the night and it came upon her so fast that she wasn’t even sure she was having one until it was halfway through. But the blood pounded in her veins and her flesh caught fire, so what else could it be? Kory smiled at the usually taciturn Barbara’s screaming orgasm. She devoured Dick’s mouth before Barbara’s eyes.

“I liked the way Babs tasted,” Kory said as she hugged Dick tightly to her. “I bet she’ll taste even better with your man-seed inside her.”

“Do you have to call it that?”

Kory pushed Dick down, then laid her own head down across one of Barbara’s thighs. “I’ll get started. You cool down for a bit,” she said, looking pointedly at the purple cockhead that was obviously just this side of orgasm. “Then join in. You can have either of my holes. I’m so ready.”

Barbara nearly rolled her eyes at Kory’s porn star antics, but there really wasn’t much point when Kory could back it up. The alien kissed the patch of red hair on Barbara’s pubis, soft and affectionate, then ran her nose over it from side to side.

“You smell wonderful, my dear Babs. Like a gourmet feast. Oh, it has been ages since I’ve dined on something so succulent… it awakens appetites in me.” Spoken with her cheek against Barbara’s cunt, each twinge of her jaw sending pleasure shooting through Barbara’s nerve endings.

Dick was sprawled at the foot of the bed, hand lazily jacking up and down over his hardened cock, but Barbara’s eyes couldn’t be torn away from Kory’s indolent expression as her tongue flicked open Barbara’s labia. It was pure, smoldering lust and directed entirely at Barbara.

On all fours, Kory lowered her face to Barbara like a wild animal drinking. She began with teasing nips, her canines gnawing at the lips of Barbara’s pussy. Almost hard enough to draw blood, but buried in the pain Barbara felt excitement coursing into her. Then she just buried her mouth in Barbara’s sex, lips closed, letting her feverish body heat speak for her. Barbara would’ve humped Kory’s face if she could, but with that out of the question she just grabbed Kory by her hair (an easy task, considering how much of it there was) and moved her around. Kory popped up, her lips and chin dripping with Barbara’s juices.

“Look, Dick,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the man. Kory licked her lips. “See how wet we’ve made Mrs. Grayson?”

“Grayson-Gordon,” Barbara corrected, before tugging at Kory’s hair insistently.

Dick had rolled over onto his belly, still content to watch, but now he kissed Kory on her ankle. “She’s really something.”

“Oh yes,” Barbara said as Kory dabbled kisses all around her cunt, then laid one directly on her clit. Barbara cried out and Dick kissed Kory’s other ankle, stimulating the fine Tamaranian erogenous zone. He loved Barbara, but damn had he missed getting off a woman through her long, shapely legs. He was running his face up Kory’s perfect calves when Barbara lost sight of him, a tonguing from Kory making her throw her head back and see nothing but a constellation of stars burning behind her eyelids.

Blindly, Barbara groped for something to touch besides her own overstimulated body (for adding masturbation to what Kory was doing to her would surely kill Barbara on the spot) and found Kory’s auburn curls. How could she ever have thought all that hair was absurd? It was perfect for tugging and petting and caressing, and Kory’s scalp must’ve been another uniquely Tamaranian erogenous zone from the way Kory moaned into Barbara’s pussy. It was a feedback loop of pleasure, rapidly growing to include Dick, who kissed the back of Kory’s knee.

Barbara’s convulsions had pushed the pillows to the ground and now her long straight hair fell between the mattress and the headboard. She was in heaven. Even without Dick touching her directly, she could still feel his love like a physical force. She was lost in the intensity of the desires Kory was provoking, and Koriand’r was lost as well, lost in the taste and smell and feel of the woman she’d once rivaled with.

This was the Tamaranian way. Not to compete bitterly, but to fight so as to be more fruitful. And to share the fruits of the victory. There was no shame in this defeat. There was only joy.

Kory rocked her body in sympathy with Barbara’s oscillations, causing her large breasts to rub on the mattress. Her swollen nipples were stimulated by the needlework of the quilted comforter. She had yet to be touched below the waist, but that didn’t stop dew-drops of moisture from trickling down her thighs. It was the taste, the smell, the raw sex in the air. She suddenly felt a touch on her backside, and froze. Smiled joyously. At last, Dick had decided to join the fun.

“You girls could give a guy a heart attack,” Dick said admiringly as his deft hand caressed the roundness of Kory’s buttocks.

“Not until after you’ve fucked me.” Kory wiggled her hips invitingly towards that end.

“Least I’ll die happy.”

“If you break him, you have to buy me a new one,” Barbara admonished.

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry, he’s cheap,” Kory replied.

“Hey! If I’m not appreciated here, I can always take Nightwang somewhere else.”

“Did he name his cock when you were dating?” Barbara asked Kory.

“’Little Dick.’ He was less creative in those days.”

“And for someone who liked puns, he was really oblivious to double entrendes, apparently.”

Kory nodded. Then reared back on her haunches and draped her back against Dick’s front, throwing her arms up around his broad shoulders. “If you want to feel appreciated, I have just the thing.” The fingers of one hand tangled themselves in the fine down of her crotch. Her middle finger gently caressed her clit and a shudder of pleasure shot through her.

“Appreciate her, Dick,” Barbara ordered, leaning up on her spread elbows to get a better look at them.

“Yes ma’am.” His cock found its place and started to part Kory’s swollen labia from behind. She shuddered, exhaled to finally feel it within her. Filling her up, expanding her. And going still deeper.

“Fuck him, Kory,” Barbara breathed, becoming more excited by the minute. She should have invited Kory years ago, into the Birds of Prey if not into her bed.

“Yes ma’am,” Kory parroted. “Oh, yes ma’am, yes yes yes!” She dove headfirst back between Barbara’s legs as Dick got a grip on her powerful thighs, enabling him to thrust even harder into her. Kory’s teeth clenched and she only parted them to laugh with a warrior’s pride before devouring Barbara, who sang out with appreciation.

Dick groaned. Kory’s cunt was sucking him right in and gripping his cock hard. He wasn’t sure how long he lasted before it ended… their union seemed to at once take up an eternity and be over far too soon… but he suddenly realized Kory was going to come any minute.

Kory certainly knew. She knew it every fiber of her body. Her nipples were so hard they pinched, her fingers couldn’t stop fluttering, her eyelids were growing happily heavy, and even her hair seemed to be rushing with her towards orgasm. But most importantly, her cunt was pulsating beyond her ability to control, gripping and releasing, milking Dick like a mouth. Kory’s fingers dug into Barbara’s thighs, then sandpapered up over her belly and breasts to caress her face. Kory’s toes curled, her knees bent like a runner’s, and Dick got in on the act too. His frantic ramming started to slow, but also lengthen, as he drew into her with deep and subtle strokes.

“Now, Barbara,” Kory whispered, too far gone to continue eating her out. “Watch this.”

With a moan of protest, Barbara raised her head to bear witness. Kory was already biting down into her insensate thigh.

Dick gasped, one last time, and reached for Barbara. She reached for him as well and their fingertips just managed to touch…

The three merged.

Kory let out a low, intense moan, which grew into a growl and then a scream. Her eyes were closed, but she could nonetheless see Dick and Barbara orbiting around her, flaring brightly with life and colors. Dick was still inside her, thrusting weakly towards his own climax, and this only drove her wilder and wilder. Her back arched and she tossed and turned. With one final, titanic thrust Dick buried himself in her. His yell joined hers, his prick gave off that old familiar pulse, and she felt him pour himself into her through the cock that connected them. Kory arched up to get as much of his orgasm into her as she could. She could feel the come shooting into her, filling her up like a bottle of water under a faucet. Kory’s hands were on Barbara’s mouth and cheek, a curiously intimate moment between two long-time rivals. For Barbara, the hand that wasn’t joined with Dick’s was fisted in Kory’s hair.

Kory’s sex wrung his cock empty as best she could, what with it having been so used during the past few hours… or days. She could feel him pouring everything he had into her. It felt like she was masturbating with a jacuzzi’s massage jet. Kory didn't know how he managed to hold a load like that in him after what they’d been doing all night, but she couldn’t care less. It was real and it was overflowing from her and she pushed her hips up to trap every bit of it between her spread legs.

Now Kory let herself loose, yielded to the passions which had raged in her body since she became a woman. This was more than just an orgasm. It was a concerto with each of them taking turns as instrument and orchestra, their bodies finely tuned to each other’s music. The movements had been played, her own cadenza had passed, and now the time had come for the crescendo.

Dick had lost his erection, but that didn't bother Kory in the least, not even when she convulsed and threw him nearly to the ceiling. The locked floodgates had been opened wide and she moved up and down, as if fucking some great imaginary lover, up and down, around and around, she could still feel Dick inside her despite the fact that he had landed next to her. She gyrated around and around gradually slowing down as the energy stored up during the threesome drained out of her body, leaving her limp and listless.

Her sweat would cool and dry.

Dick collapsed, his cock finally used up, and Kory collapsed next to him. Barbara’s thigh as a cushion and Barbara’s hand mopping at her sweaty brow as Mrs. Grayson-Gordon cooed and comforted her. Dick’s seed was leaking out of her worn cunt and Kory was both happy and sad that the ménage a trois was over. Sad because she had felt her life shift and alter during her time with the two of them and now it would never come again. Happy because she wouldn’t have to clean up the mess in the morning.

With the last of his strength, Dick lugged himself up to collapse atop her and Barbara, dragging Kory’s long-abandoned bedsheet along for the ride to drape over all three of them. Their legs intertwined, as did their arms. Kory kissed him sweetly on the lips, than Barbara no less sweetly on the hip.

“That was amazing,” Kory gushed, as Dick’s excess semen spilled out of her and onto his knee.

“Yeah,” Dick said, exhausted.

“Same here,” Barbara said, half-asleep.

“I love you,” Kory said, meaning it in the human way rather than the Tamaranian.

“You too,” Dick said.

“Same here,” Barbara said, fully asleep.

Kory ran a fondling finger over Barbara’s necklace, the only thing she still wore. Her gaze was longing. She waited until Dick fell asleep, looking in her eyes, and then gently extricated herself from the couple’s arms. She wouldn’t want to overstay her welcome and no matter how courteous they might be to her in the morning, as she showered and ate with them, she knew the afterglow would turn to jealousy and finally resentment. Best to leave now and let them enjoy each others’ company as once Dick had enjoyed hers. She wasn’t part of his life anymore. Dick and Barbara’s life, she should say.

Kory dressed in silence, still feeling the occasional pleasurable twinge as her body worked a kink out. She kissed Dick and Barbara in turn, then flew off out the window, certain that all she took away from that night was memories.

A few weeks later, she missed her period.
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