Adult-FanFiction.org : Comics

Love and War	By : PrincessKoriandr Category: DC Verse Comics > Titans Views: 9702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Disclaimers, Warnings and Authors Notes.
- 2-Sometimes a quick change of plans is called for.
- 1
- 2
Sometimes a quick change of plans is called for.

*What a wonderful day!* Kory Anders, also known as the Titan Starfire, and resident teen powerhouse Princess of Koriand’r of Tamaran, thought as she took in the wonders of the day. She was walking over to her boyfriend and Titans team leader, Dick Grayson apartment. They had made plans for a nice walk in the park, followed by a picnic and some afternoon lovemaking.

Truth be told, it didn’t have to happen in that order. Grinning at the naughty thought, Kory sped up her stride, suddenly in a rush to get there.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When she arrived, it was around noon. Central Park would soon be packed with people wanting to make the best to of the day and enjoy the park before night came. Entering through the elegant revolving doors, she greeted the doorman, Henry, before she headed for the elevators that would lead her to the upstairs apartments.

Tipping his hat and smiling at the beautiful Alien, he spoke. “Good afternoon Madam. It’s been a while since you have graced us with your presence.”

Kory smiled at the warm complement. “I’ve been so busy lately Henry.” She said, bending to kiss the older man on his cheek in greeting. “Between Titan business and Modeling, I barely have time to catch my breath!” she exclaimed. Winking at the doorman, she asked. “Have you been keeping my boyfriend out of trouble?”

“Feh!” came the short burst of sound. “Trouble? Whenever is Mister Grayson any trouble?” Raising his left eyebrow, he said. “You’ll find more trouble in a nunnery then around Mister Grayson! Such a nice, quiet young gentleman. Surprising in one so young and rich as he is. So, no Ma’am,” he said, still smiling at her. “He’s a good boy, never any trouble.”

If only you knew Henry. Kory thought, secretly grinning at the irony of that statement. When was the former “Boy Wonder” ever out of trouble?

“Is he still upstairs Henry?” she questioned.

“Indeed Madam. He is in his apartment, working as usual.”

“Then I’ll run upstairs and see if he can be persuaded away from work long enough to go on a picnic” she said, pointing to the basket in her hand. Winking, she said her goodbyes to Henry and left the main lobby, heading for the elevators. Once inside, she took out a polished silver key from the side pocket of her cut-offs and inserted it into the keyhole on the elevator panel. Turning the key, she then pressed the button marked “D. Grayson-Penthouse” and felt the elevator slowly begin its climb to the top floor of the building. Two minutes later, she was at her destination. Balancing the basket on her hip, impatiently tapping her foot, she waited for the elevator doors to open and let her in Dick’s expensive Central Park penthouse. When the doors opened, she almost wished they hadn’t.

X’hal!

Total chaos reigned.

She shouldn’t be surprised, indeed, she should be used to it by now, but every time she saw it, it always had the power to leave her speechless.

Totally

Utterly

Completely

Speechless.

It was a wreck. Usually his apartments stayed that way, but with this being a penthouse, you would think he’d take better care of it. From the looks of it, that was the woefully wrong assumption to make. Everywhere her emerald gaze touched, she saw madness. Books were stacked in piles on the floor, unpacked boxes, stacked all over the place, giving her the impression of someone newly moved when the truth was he’s been there for 3 months. The occasional piece of clothing was scattered and lying forgotten over different pieces of furniture. It looked like he had been dressing and undressing in the living room. Scanning all areas of the penthouse’s open space, she saw that the damage wasn’t limited to just the living room. Everywhere she looked, she found something that didn’t belong.

“I bet his office is the soul of order.” She said, frustration tinting her voice. It always amazed her that the most orderly and controlling of the Titans was the worst housekeeper on the planet. His office at the Tower was in total order, everything neat and in place, but his apartment was chaos in motion. If he was like this as a little boy, then Alfred caught hell trying to clean after him. Rubbing her head and giving a quiet prayer to X’hal for the cleaning staff, she set the basket down on the one spot on the table that wasn’t covered with books or papers and went in search of her errant boyfriend.

She was just about to search the Bedroom when she heard the quiet click of keyboard keys, like someone typing and it was coming from his study. Turning, she headed for the sound. The closer she got to the door, the louder the sound became. Seeing that the door was opened a crack, she gently pushed it the rest of the way open. Sure enough, there he was, hunched over his computer, typing away like a mad man, clad in only a pair of black silk boxers and mismatched socks.

The room was also spotless, just as she knew it would be.

So busy typing whatever it was he was working on, he never noticed the door swing open or Kory entering through it. He wouldn’t have known she was there at all if she hadn’t spoke. “So, are you ready to go to the Park?”

Startled, he quickly looked up from the computer and saw Kory leaning against the archway of his office door. *God…she so beautiful,* he thought, his mouth hanging open at the sight. She was such a vision of loveliness to him and he immediately felt his dick harden and his mouth water. He could honestly say he had the best looking girlfriend in the known universe. Standing at 6’4 and lushly built, she was a golden skinned goddess. Unbelievably long auburn red ringlets fell down her back and stopping once they reached the back of her thighs, Clear, pupil-less, emerald green eyes, wide and expressive, full kissable lips and exquisite regal features, features that proclaimed her royal background, slender, swan like neck, slim, well-rounded shoulders, powerful arms that fell gracefully by a firm pair of breasts, 38 double D’s no less, which were barely covered by a beautifully decorated, but skimpy tank top that revealed more then it concealed. Her firm bottom and beautifully long legs were in a tiny pair of clinging, cut-off lavender hip hugger short-shorts that showed off her flat stomach, long legs, hips and perfect ass to its fullest potential. Firm calves, deceptively delicate looking ankles and smooth feet surrounded by a pair of tan leather strappy sandals, clearly Greek in origin and smoothly winding up her calf and tied securely below her knee. A set of polished toes peeked from the straps that made up the sandals. All in all, she looked good enough to eat and his eyes said it.

Smiling at that look, she waited for the lust to leave and sweet sanity to come back, only then would her question get answered. She just loved the looks he gave when he wanted her.

This was one of those looks.

Shaking himself from his lustful thoughts, trying to focus on what he was suppose to do, which was reviewing these cases for Bruce, rather than on what he would like to do, which was tucking Kory under him and causing the Tamaranean to scream in a very unladylike manner. Feeling the shudder of need travel through his body, Dick realized that he still hadn’t answered Kory’s question. Blinking, as if awaking from a dream, he asked. “Was the trip to the park today?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “I have a picnic basket already packed, equipped with checkered quilt, fried chicken, potato salad, wine and two champagne flutes. Instant romantic picnic for two.” She said, watching the dawning horror in his eyes. Frowning at the seated man, Kory came to one conclusion. “Don’t tell me you forgot!” she said, watching the blush settle in his cheeks. “Dick!!!”

“I know, I know! I’m *sorry.”* He said, watching his irate girlfriend standing by the door with her hands on her hips. That definitely meant trouble and the next thing he says will be sure to bury him. Quickly he starts explaining. “I’m helping Batman on a case and I totally got wrapped up in it. I forgot all about the park. What’s worse, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you to the park today either.” He said, holding his breath and waited for the blow up that accompanied whenever he mentioned Bruce’s or his alter ego’s name. After 30 seconds and no stray starbolts, he looked up. He was just in time to see her leave her spot against the doorway and walk over to where he sat.

Spinning his chair around, she took her a seat in his lap, careful not to sit directly on the tent that was beginning to form in his black silk boxers. *Talk about the “Big Top” indeed.* Caressingly, she ran her fingers through the shining ebon strains of his hair, watching each silken strand slide between her fingers and fall neatly back in place on top of his well-shaped head. Leaning in close, she slowly started nibbling on his lower left ear lobe, gently capturing the fragile skin between her teeth. Hearing his quick indrawn breath, Kory released his ear and whispered into it. “Are you saying Batman can’t spare you for two hours?”

Feeling Kory’s moist breath in his ear and hearing her husky tones as she spoke was really affecting him. He could barely think straight, who could with a sexy alien on your lap, tonguing your ear and rubbing her tight ass against your dick? All he could do was layback and pant as Kory preformed her special form of witchcraft on his ear, and silently curse Bruce for the extra work that kept him from finding a more creative use for his office chair. He’d much rather be undressing Kory then working on some damn case for Batman.

Trying to gain some control and make her understand, he pulled his ear from her mouth and turned her until their eyes met, when he had her attention, he said. “This case is really important Kory, Bruce never asks for help unless it’s something really important.” He said, watching her green eyes narrow until they became slits. *Oh God…what is she thinking?*

*Does he honestly think I’ll let him blow me off for Batman?* Kory hated when he acted like this. What did Donna call it again? A stick in the mud! Yes, that’s it. It seemed like all their plans recently have been ruined by Bruce Wayne, Wayne Enterprises or Batman and she was sick of it. This was the third date he’s ruined, the Third one! The last date Dick broke, a trip she had planned to see Liberty Island, she had told him the next time he broke another date of theirs, and it wasn’t a life or death or world crisis, she would tie him to the nearest piece of furniture and have her way with him until he either stopped being such a pain in the ass or he learned that his girlfriend needed some of his time and attention too, whichever came first. Apparently, he thought she was joking. Looks like it’s lesson time, she thought with devilish glee.

Ignoring the pointed looks he gave her, Kory carefully searched his office, looking for his utility belt. She knew that he was never far from his “tools” and that he usually kept his belt in whatever room he was working in at the time. She finally spotted it lying on the couch, partially covered by his coat. Leaving his lap, she wandered over to it and pulled out the line he used to swing from, a very light sturdy rope with metal and other unknown alloys weaved into it for strength. It was strong enough to hold someone three times Dick’s weight and thick enough not to cut into his hands.

Feeling his eyes on her, Kory turned around and grinned at the apprehensive look that crossed his face. Having all she needed, Kory walked back over to Dick and spun the chair he was sitting in around, so that he was facing away from her. Working quickly, she dropped the rope around him chest level, and started tying him to the chair. It was easy goings from there. The chair was one of those high-backed black leather chairs that swiveled and had wide armrests, plenty of places to tie him securely to.

Perfect!

Dick was in shock. He just couldn’t believe that he just got tied to his chair with his own rope! And tied pretty securely at that! All he could do was sit in amazement while she finished tying him in place. Still not believing this, he called to her. “Kory!”

Giving one last tug on the rope, Kory spun the chair around and saw her boyfriend’s outraged expression. Watching him tug on the rope, testing its strength, she saw him give her a stern look and say. “You know I can free myself, right?”

Smiling smugly at him, she said. “Actually, I don’t think you can. Sure, given time you probably could, but not with me standing here watching you.”

“And the point of this is Kory?” he asked, still shifting in he seat, testing for weakness in the knots she made.

Walking slowly around the chair, she answered him. “The *point* is, you seem to forget that my world doesn’t revolve around Bruce, and neither does yours. You’re not twelve any more, so you don’t have to follow blindehinehind him.” Stopping in front of him, she bent forward and whispered in his ear. “Remember what I told you the last time you blew off one of our dates for Batman?” She asked, watching his Blue eyes go round with recognition.

“Kory…” he managed weakly. Oh yeah, he remembered all right, he just never though she’d actually do it. *I guess this will teach you not to second guess a Tamaranean Grayson.* He was so excited he almost felt faint with it. His dick was as hard as it’s ever been, anxious for whatever this woman decided to do to him. Desire for her was riding him hard; he felt like he was ready to come and she’d barely touched him. He had to see where this would lead them. At that very moment, Bruce and his case could go to Hell.

Seeing that look of helpless lust on his face told Kory she had won this particular battle, there will be no more talk of work or Batman this day. Feeling quite pleased with herself, Kory fell to her knees in front of her favorite detective. This spot, while giving her a wonderful view of his straining manhood, also allowed her the perfect position to begin her torture. Smiling up into his eyes, she slowly reached up and teased the inside of his thigh with her nails, steadily inching closer and closer to the protruding bulge in his boxers.

His strangled moan and the quiet rotation of his hips let her know that he was enjoying the attention and wanted more of her touch. Well, if more is what he wants, then more is what he’ll get, she thought to herself. Sliding her fingers up the right leg of his boxers, she gently cupped the weight of his balls in her hands and gently held them, massaging the two globes she found within before continuing her search higher up. Feeling her hand make contact with a warm blunt object, as thick around as her wrist and throbbing with a life of its own, she knew she had him, literally in the palm of her hand. Wrapping her hand around his shaft and making a fist, she slowly began to stroke him.

Dick could feel his eyes crossing so he closed them. The feel of her warm, silky hand wrapped around his shaft was incredible. She knew exactly what to do to drive him nuts. She kept just enough friction on his dick to keep him excited, but not enough to make him ally lly cum, even though he felt the single drop of milky pre-cum bead up and wet the tip of his dick. The more pressure she applied to his dick, the faster the milky drops of cum formed until her palm was slick with the excitement he couldn’t contain.

If Dick was turned on, Kory was doubly so. It was something so primitive about sitting at your lover’s feet and pleasuring him. Dick was really excited, and as always, his pleasure, pleasured her. Wanting to add to his pleasure, Kory used her nails to brush the moist, blunt tip of his swollen erection, gently teasing the sensitive underside. Not content with just feeling his dick, she wanted to see it also. Grasping his length, she maneuvered his penis until she was able to pull it through his boxers from the slit in the front of them.

Up close and in plain sight, it was most impressive. At full erection, Dick was sporting a very noticeable 9 ½ inches, as thick around as her wrist and heavily veined. The wide, mushroom shaped head was partially hidden by foreskin, but if it was pulled back, she knew the head would be a deep angry plum color and wet from the pearly drops of fluid escaping from its head. Every time she saw it, she had the most undeniable urge to wrap her lips around it and give him a most fantastic blowjob. Even as she entertained the thought, she rejected it. Not right now, but definitely later. Right now he had a lesson to learn.

Dick thrashed his head from side to side and moaned her name over and over again. The one time he opened his eyes, he saw her verdant green eyes, laughing silently at him. The evil vixen was enjoying this!

But then again, so was he.

Opening his eyes, he watched her hand move on his dick. It was mind blowing when he wasn’t watching, but actually seeing her slim golden hand on his dick really made it strain. Feeling her hand tighten on him, he watched her slowly begin to stroke him, from base to tip. Keeping her fist tight and increasing the slick sliding motion of her hand kept him right on the edge, eagerly thrusting his hips into her hand.

Seeing that she had him so hot he was almost crying, the need to cum was so great; she increased the speed of her hand and asked. “The next time Bruce calls you and asks for your help and it is not life or death, and interferes with our date plans, what are you going to tell him?”

Trying to catch is breath; he gapes at her in amazement. He was three seconds from cumming all over her lovely hand and she actually wanted him to talk? *Talk?* All he could manage was moaning, so he moaned.

Kory slowed the motions of her hand, teasing him. “What was that?” she asked, seeing the panic cross his face, scared she would stop. “I didn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?”

“No…I’ll tell him *NO!”* he said, almost screaming it, willing to say or do anything if it meant she would continue.

“Good boy.” She breathed huskily. He deserved a treat. Still stroking him, she sped up the motion on his dick, the friction causing his milky pre-cum to come forth like water behind a leaky dam, causing his hips to leave the seat. She brought him right to the edge and when he was on the verge of losing it altogether...

She stopped.

Just got up and walked around to the back or the chair, out of his view.

Kory was already behind the chair when she heard her lover’s strangled, frustrated shriek. Trying to pull air into lungs that suddenly forgot how to work, Dick lay there dazed, dick still hard and begging for relief and him on the verge of losing his sanity if he didn’t cum soon. As it was, all he could do was plead with his girlfriend to continue. “No! Kory come back here and finished this.” Feeling his dick throb and pulse, need almost had him bent double. “Kory…God! Make me cum or kill me and put me out my misery!!”

So dramatic. Grinning behind his head, she leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear, “Oh no m’love. You’re not getting off so easily this time.” She said, feeling him shiver.

Walking back into his line of vision, Kory winked at him and slowly started to peel her tank top off, leaving her beautiful golden breasts totally exposed to his longing eyes. She then straddled the chair, pinning his erection between their stomachs. Leaning forward, she offered one of her erect coral tipped nipples to his hungry mouth.

Dick, not one for being slow, hungrily latched on to the nipple, softly biting and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. When he felt it stiffen even more from the attention of his mouth, he closed his lips around it and sucked, using his tongue and sensual mouth to give her a little of the torture she had been lovingly giving to him.

The feel of Dick suckling at her breast was incredible. The man knows how to get the best responses from her body with little or no stimulation, working her body like the expert he was. No doubt trying to exact a little revenge in the process. *Maybe we should give some serious thought to tying each other up. This looks like something we both can enjoy. Who knows, maybe next time, he’ll tie me up!* Pulling away from Dick’s tempting mouth she stood, leaving him panting, his manhood jumping and bobbing like mad.

“Kory...wha…where are you going? Come back here! Kory!” Dick panted, frustration eating at his sanity as he watched her begin to strip, slowly sliding off the cut-offs and revealing a black silk thong that had his Nightwing logo in the center of her crotch. *God! They have ladies underwear with my logo on it?!?* He didn’t know if he was flattered or angry about it, but every thing ceased to matter when Kory’s lovely nude form walked back over to his chair, and knelt on her knees in front of him.

“I think you need this more then I do.” Her husky tones informed him. Grabbing his dick with her right hand, she bent and took the tip of his erection between her lips, foreskin and all, and began to lick up all the salty liquid that had been gathering at the head of his dick. Getting comfortable, Kory settled down, about to give Dick one of the worlds finest blowjobs.

To Dick it felt like someone had stuck his finger in a light socket, all he could do is sit there and moan encouragements as Kory’s talented tongue and lips blew him away. “Damn baby, that feels good. So good.”

She must need to add more stimuli because he wasn’t begging for the freedom of his hands yet, so that’s what she did. Taking her lips off the head, she set her tongue to work on the sensitive underside, wetly tracing the veins and the sensitive tip of his glands. Slowly she licked and nipped at his shaft until it shone like a new penny. Giving his shaft a few quick pumps, just to keep the edge on, then she pulled back the foreskin, and licked around the bulbous tip, over and over she teased him, using her tongue to imitate the motions of someone licking a Popsicle. She did it just to hear her name on his lips. He didn’t disappoint. “Kory…Kory, please!”

Taking her mouth off his dick, she looked into his frantic eyes and asked. “Please *what*, lover?”

Almost beyond coherent though, he managed to get out; “Take it…take it all in your mouth. Damnit Kory, do it right!”

“Your wish is my command,” she said, and then leaned forward to take more of him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat and sheathing her teeth, she slowly moved her head down on him. When she had gone as far as she could, deep throating his entire length, she moved back up, using her jaw muscles for suction and to keep a tight fit for her lips around his dick and using her tongue to touch whatever it could, swirling around his shaft and tasting the vulnerable underside of his dick. She repeated the process, up, and down, over and over until she was sure he was frustrated enough to give her what she wanted. Smiling around his dick, she kept up the relentless pressure.

Dick was losing his mind. Kory was sucking him off so expertly; he thought he’d go mad from the pleasure of it. He wanted to cum so bad, but despite the masterful blowjob he was receiving, she wasn’t using the pressure or speed needed in order for him to achieve orgasm. He was close, so very close, but not close enough. He also didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He wanted to spend himself in her tight, silky warmth. And if he had to beg to get it, then he was doing his best Keith Sweat imitation.

“Kory please...” he managed around the sensations choking him. His throat was so tight; he was surprised he was able to talk at all.

Reluctantly she released his flesh with a loud “pop” sound and looked at her handy work. Dick’s eyes were silently pleading with her; she could see the wildness and frustration driving him crazy. He was so worked up he was almost ready to free himself just so he could get his hands on her. Propping her arm on his leg and resting her head on it, she blew her moist breath over his dick and asked. “Please *what* Dick?” Raising one delicate auburn eyebrow at him, loving every minute of this.

“Please Kory. Make me cum” he asked hoarsely.

“Oh, you’ll cum, lover and it will be the best you ever had, but first I need to get some things cleared with you.” She said, laughter dancing in her eyes.

“Kory, when I get free I’m goto kto kill you.”

“Oh?” she exclaimed, her full lips forming a perfect “O” shape. “I hope its la petite morte.”

“That too.” He said, leering at her.

Staring at his twitching dick lustfully, she said, licking her full lips. “I can’t wait.”

Staring at her tongue wetting her the lips he wanted to kiss, he asked. “What was it you needed clarification on?”

Racking her nails along the inside of his thighs, she asked. “Just this…when I let you go, you will be taking me on a romantic picnic, right? This case will be on hold until I leave, when ever I leave, correct?” Giving his dick a few quick pumps, just enough to bring him back to his recent frustrated state and remind him that this was far from over. Sitting back on her heels, she waited for his answer. It wasn’t long in coming.

“Case, what case? A romantic picnic in the park sounds wonderful and I’ll take you just as soon as I can get my clothes on!! Just, please…” he said, desperation in his voice.

Satisfied with his answer, she couldn’t help teasing him a little longer. “Please *what* Dick? Say if for me.” She asked in her warm sensual tones.

Beyond pride now, he just wanted to get in her as fast as he could, if he had to beg, then he was totally with it. What was it that Roy said? Man, I would cry to get a piece of pussy. This was definitely one of those situations. Grunting, almost on the verge of tears, he started begging. “Please…make me cum Kory. Fuck me now!” he growled.

Sensing him to be at the end of his endurance, X’Hal knows she was at the end of hers, Kory got up from her position between his legs, and with one last loving lick, released his dick and stood. Steadying the chair, Kory slowly eased over his straining manhood. Holding onto the armrest with her left hand, she used her right to grasp his manhood and aim it at her dripping love hole. Taking his dick, she started rubbing it up and down her moist hairless slit, coating the head of his dick with her warm juices. She was silently showing him that she was just as effected by all her teasing as he was. When he was nice and slick, she slowly started easing down, taking inch after thick inch deeper into her silk sheath. The sensation was indescribable. She could literally feel the velvety muscles of her pussy clenching and milking his dick, setting off fireworks deep inside her body. When he was seated to the hilt, she was surprised to feel hands on her hips. Staring at him in mute fascination, all she could do was laugh when he winked at her. Then she couldn’t even do that with Dick stroking masterfully into her clinging heat, taking her breath and setting her on fire. The act of control had changed hands. The physically dominant has become the sexually submissive. As it should be, after all, all is Fair in love and War.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to his powerful thrusting.

Pulling her tighter to him, Dick wasn’t interested in torture. He knew he would get his revenge later. Right now all he wanted to do was have his woman ride him into climax. He was close…real close, but he knew he could please her before he came. That’s exactly what he set about doing. Spreading his legs allowed her more space to maneuver; it also brought her flush against his pelvis, giving him a much deeper penetration. Taking her lips in a possessive kiss, he started thrusting up into he silken warmth, steadily bringing her hips down to meet his strokes. Releasing her mouth, he let his lips wander all over her face, stealing little kisses from the soft curve of her ears, her face, the sweet corner when those seductive lips met, her chin, her neck, where ever he could reach. He also watched her face. God, she was beautiful. Her head was thrown back, the lustrous auburn curls spilling down her back and brushing against his legs before spilling to the floor. Her firm golden body was covered with a thin sheen of sweet. Eyes closed and the most arousing sounds were coming out of her. Kory was quite a vocal lover. Feeling her sheath tighten on him, he knew she was close, but he couldn’t help teasing her a little. Taking her earlobe between his teeth, he teasingly nipped at the delicate flesh. “So you want to come Kory?” he asked, rapidly thrusting in and out of her warm snatch.

“Oh yes, yes Dick, now please” she whimpered, rotating her pelvis down into Dick’s upwards thrusts, bring him deeper inside and feeling him strike the entrance of her womb.

Dick knew he had her when she gave that strangled shriek when he touched her womb, and sped up his thrusts. Holding her tight, he whispered against her lips. “Hold on baby, I’m about to make you come.” Three quick, deep, strikes against her cervix were enough to send her over the edge. He felt her come before he heard it. Deep inside, where they were securely locked together, he felt her muscles tense, then start strongly milking his shaft. He felt her body stiffen, then tremble. He heard his name on her lips.

As always with them, her pleasure pleasured him. The tightness of her body, her delicate trembling, the milking of his shaft was too much. Running his fingers through her hair, he pulled her lips to his and moaned her name into her mouth. “Kooooryyyy!”

The force of his orgasm left him breathless, his whole body stiffened a second before his seed jetted from his body and poured into hers. For a brief second, he wished he’d gotten her pregnant, but that thought quickly faded next to his pleasure.

When they were both drained, and collapsed on the chair, both dripping sweat but too tired to move. Dick’s heartbeat was racing like he ran a marathon. Kory’s wasn’t much slower. After he had rested for a minute, he started running his hand through Kory’s hair, rubbing her back, just touching her for the sake of touching her. He felt her stir and saw a pair of emerald eyes peeking at him through misshapen bangs, a slight smile touching her lips. Totally relaxed, all she could manage was a sleepy “hmmm?”

Smiling at the sight she made, Dick told her. “You have my permission to tie me up anytime you want.” He said with a straight face.

Sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck, she raised one auburn eyebrow. “I need permission now?”

Reclining back farther in the chair, he pulled her close and laid her head on his shoulder, tucking her head securely into the side of his neck. “No, you don’t need permission, but I thought it sounded better than me begging for it.”

Giggling, she started teasing him. “Oh, I don’t know. You beg like a pro Mister Grayson. I wouldn’t mind if you did it more often.”

“Vixen.”

“Stud.” She shot right back at him.

Stretching in the chair, he couldn’t believe how relaxed he was. A trip to the park after a work out like that was very appealing. Staying home and making love to her in a bed was more appealing, but fair was fair. Shifting her so he could look in her eyes, he traced his fingers along her face and tapped her softly on the tip of the nose. “If we don’t get a move on, soon it will be too late to go to the park and have our picnic.”

Pulling his head down, his lips barely touching her on, Kory said. “Forget the picnic. Take me to bed lover. We’ll have a picnic in bed if we get hungry.”

Standing with her weight in his arms, he said, “Whatever my lady wants.”

Heading for his bedroom, he bent and whispered against her lips. “I love you, more then you will ever know.”

Returning the favor, she whispered. “I love you. You are my life.”

Smiling into her beautiful face, he said. “Show me.”

Her giggling and bold reply could be heard through the closed bedroom door. “It will be my pleasure to Mr. Grayson. Mine and yours.”

The picnic basket was still sitting on the table the next day too.

© 2001 by Keith Kilburn and Kenya - The Princess of Tamaran
All characters © DC Comics, a Time Warner Company.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Love and War