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The Despero Intersection	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 14485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Her trembling lips were soft, and sweeter than the fondly remembered candy of one's youth. She was at first hesitant in returning the kiss, her shyness making her even more adorable, but gradually she gave in to the caress, her small mouth opening in gentle surrender. Her lips and tongue moved in a slow dance of desire and as the kiss became more and more intense and involved. She began to breathe heavily with eager anticipation as the kisses traveled from her lips to her sensitive neck, and then began to move downwards slowly, in a maddening progression of delicious teasing. She moaned softly as lips brushed tenderly the edge of an aureole, drawing careful circles around the rosy nipple without touching the small nub. When the nipple had hardened in aching need, the caress switched to her other breast, repeating the process and the change again and again until she could not help but push out her chest in silent supplication, almost painfully aware of her nipples' hardness. She then let out a soft gasp as the excited buds were finally touched, teeth biting lightly first on one and then the other, gently worrying the erect buds. She blushed then as she felt her lover's oral caress leave her small, firm breasts and move down her torso, to linger for a few moments on the navel before heading even lower. "No, don't..." she complained with very little conviction, before complying with the silent but insistent request of the hands asking her to spread her legs, to expose her sex to the incoming pleasure. She held her breath in expectation as she felt the soft white hairs of her neatly trimmed pubis being playfully nuzzled by a nose, her sensitive skin feeling the warmth of the breathing of her lover. She almost cried out then as she felt the first feathery touch on her sex, as lips caressed lips with slow and skillful motions, while gentle hands ran over the smooth skin of her thighs and hips, subtly hinting at the promise of even greater pleasures. An able tongue worked her outer labia and probed her moist slit, while fingers slid carefully along her perineum, caressing the base of the labia and the rosy entrance to her anus, and played around the hood covering the erect clitoris, teasingly avoiding direct contact with the love button itself. She moaned and whimpered with rising desire as the pleasure grew, flooding her loins with exquisite warmth. "Aaaah...!" she cried out, as her clitoris was finally caressed by the flick of the tongue pleasuring her, and a finger probed with care the entrance to her vagina. She did little more than tremble and moan for the next few minutes as the pleasure rose, each instant taking her to a higher level of excitement than before, far beyond what she ever believed possible, taking on an almost manic urgency. The pleasure had grown from a languid, softly pleasant warmth to an all-consuming inferno, as if every single nerve had been bared raw and ignited by flames that could not be denied, that threatened to overcome her very sense of being, as if her whole existence could be swallowed by her desperate need for release. "OH, BEA!" Ice cried out in ecstasy as she finally reached climax, her orgasm overwhelming her body and mind with a power that her slender, delicate frame seemed unable to contain. Her hands clenched with unusual strength on handfuls of the luxurious curls of her lover's hair as she rode out her orgasm, her voice breaking as her whimpers and cries filled her room in the Justice League's Embassy. Beatriz DaCosta, the Brazilian heroine known as Fire, smiled with pleased satisfaction, ignoring the weakening pulls on her hair as Ice convulsed in what was perhaps the lovely girl's first orgasm ever. With loving tenderness, she pressed her check against Ice's still trembling thigh, kissing her on the soft juncture of leg and pubis, while letting her hands caress the smooth skin of belly and leg until she felt the convulsions fade completely. As Ice lay gasping on her back, Fire slid from between the open legs of her lover and moved up to embrace her, the caramel-colored body of the well-tanned Brazilian bombshell contrasting beautifully with the flushed skin of the dazed Nordic girl. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Fire asked, breathing on Ice's ear, as she hugged her closer, relishing the contact of the young girl's still-trembling body. "Oh, Bea..." Ice whispered, blushing. "We're sure now that ice powers or not, you're certainly not frigid," Fire said with a wicked grin. Ice blushed even deeper, her usually creamy pale skin red with both her embarrassment and her recent excitement. In lieu of an answer, she kissed Fire with that shy devotion that Beatriz found so irresistible. They continued kissing, remaining still in each other's arms for a long time, savoring the moment. "I had never thought it would be like that," Ice volunteered in a whisper, after what had seemed like an eternity of rapturous embrace, blushing again at the daring of her words. "And it only gets better, believe me," Fire answered, smiling broadly, while she mussed Ice's short, platinum blonde hair. "The intensity is almost scary..." Ice added timidly, breathing deeply. "It is not the same for everyone, you know," Fire explained, rolling to a side and stretching sensuously. "Who knows? Maybe us, young, beautiful and superpowered, have it better than anyone else!" "Don't go," Ice said. "Hold me a while longer." "Sure, Tora," Fire said, pulling her friend close. "What is scary is to think that you never tried it before on your own." "I don't know. I was afraid, I guess..." Ice mumbled. "My parents always..." "Shhh..." Fire hushed her. Ice seemed so much like a normal girl that it was easy to forget that she came from an isolated Northern community of weird mystic origins. Still, it was hard to believe that even an Artic goddess had never ever tried to masturbate, much less have sex. *Amazing... Sometimes I think I was barely out of diapers when I started myself,* Beatriz thought. They had been close friends ever since Ice had joined the Global Guardians, and thought it had always been obvious that Ice's demure innocence was fully sincere, Beatriz had still been shocked to recently realize that her friend was still a virgin in every sense of the word. Fetching naiveté aside, it was a damn waste of such a lovely sweet thing, Fire had thought, and when that Gardner jerk had begun to hit on poor misguided Tora, Beatriz had instantly decided that she would not let that pig ruin her friend's first time. His idea of romance probably included a sleazy porn movie and a truckload of beer, she knew, and he could have easily ruined Tora's appreciation of sex forever. *I should have done this sooner.* Fire had enjoyed sex with other women ever since the first experimentation at high school, but she had always been too fond of men in general to consider herself a lesbian. Such need for labels struck her as ridiculous, anyway. Still, she knew that had never felt as close, as intimate, with a man, as she felt with Tora. They were much more than just friends, or even sisters. They were complete opposites that complemented each other much like the whimsical play on words of their codenames indicated. That they had never made love before now seemed extremely stupid. "I love you, Bea," Ice said, a twinge of fear in her voice, her body tensing noticeably. "I love you, too, Tora," Beatriz whispered back, kissing her brow, smiling as she felt her relax again in their embrace. "Can I now do it for you, too?" Ice asked. ************************************** "Higher... There... Mmm... Nibble, just there..." "Like this?" "Don't talk with your mouth full. A bit harder," Fire instructed. "Oh, yes!-Your finger -slide it in now, and press up - No, arch it a bit -Yes! Mmm..." Fire moaned in pleased delight as Ice's fingers and tongue pleasured her with eager enthusiasm. She felt entranced by the sight of the lovely Ice nestled between her legs, those pure blue eyes closed while she licked and sucked on Beatriz's sex. But while Tora was doing fine, despite her inexperience, and Beatriz enjoyed the sense of power of telling her exactly what to do, still she felt like she was missing something. "Don't rush," Fire said, cupping her breasts and playing with her large, dark nipples. "Just do it like you like it yourself, um, like you would want it done to you... Mmmm... That's the idea." Fire breathed hard and fast, moaning without inhibitions, as Ice's caresses took her to even higher excitement. She felt so close to orgasm, her sweat-covered body aching for culmination. She bit her lower lip in lustful longing, But while the pleasure continued undiminished, Fire began to feel frustrated as she seemed no closer than before to climax. She probably was too nervous, she thought, but she just seemed unable to reach the peak she needed. "Faster, Tora, harder," Fire demanded, gritting her teeth. "Damn!" she cursed in Portuguese. "Am I doing it wrong?" Ice asked, measureless hurt in her eyes. "No, you're just perfect, amor. It's me..." Fire sighed. "You wouldn't have a dildo around? Oh, stupid of me-forget I asked-" "I could improvise something." "Uh?" Before Beatriz's surprised eyes, ice began to form in Tora's hands, taking a long, cylindrical shape. "Wow..." Fire muttered. Ice clearly had some very idealized ideas of a man's penis. But this surely had potential. ******************************************* "What? You flared? Again? In Ice's room?" asked Beetle incredulously, while water fell all around them from the sprinklers on the corridor's ceiling. "Why?" "It just happened, ok?" Fire answered irritably. "You think I wanted to torch Ice's room, too?" "Man, first you incinerate your whole room over a cat, and a day later-" "It startled me! It was a damn ugly cat!" "Well, Gardner's ugly as sin, too, and I don't see you freaking around him," Beetle countered. "Not more than we all do, anyway." "Don't pick on Guy," Ice complained timidly, trying hard to cover herself from head to toe with the charred remains of her comforter. "This wasn't his fault. I..." "I had just cleaned!" protested Beetle. "Now the whole Embassy is soaked again!" "You think I enjoyed burning up everything I owned?" Fire asked, trying to keep in place the skimpy towel barely covering her. "Maybe you did it just to have an excuse to go shopping again!" "Shopping? I spent my last dime yesterday! I can't even afford lipstick!" "Oh, Bea, I am so sorry..." Ice said, looking down, her face flushed. "Oh, seems like Kilowog found the controls already," Beetle said, as the water stopped, looking up redundantly. "Tora, it wasn't your fault, I - Oh, mierda! I burned all your stuff too. Now we don't have a fucking thing to put on!" "You really didn't fit into my things, anyway. You really stretched all those tops..." "Yeah, whatever," said Beetle. "I'll get you gals some robes or something. Jeez, Max's really going to love this." Fire looked incredulously as Beetle hurried down the corridor, going for the stairs. "Something's wrong." "You'll soon learn to control your newly enhanced powers, Bea, I'm sure." "I didn't mean that," Fire said, frowning. "I'm standing here all wet, buck naked but for a towel that barely covers half my tits, I say that we have both become enforced nudists... And Beetle runs off to find us something to put on? That doesn't make any sense." "I think it's very nice of him..." "Exactly. That's why it's all wrong." "Why?" "That idiot has never missed the smallest chance to leer at some exposed flesh, and now he's a perfect gentleman? Just what the hell is happening here?"
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