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Be Not Echoes	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 9: WE LIVE TOGETHER, WE BURN APART
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--- KAL ---
She was back at her place, Clark's place at least. She walked in and shut the apartment door behind her, looking around. It felt familiar, which was a good feeling, but she also felt a little like she was seeing it through new eyes; and, honestly, she had yet to decide if that was anything like a good thing or not. Really, at this point, she was mostly trying not to think about things too deeply. Inside, her feelings and her mind were still at odds.
And the fact that she could now admit to herself that she was attracted to Bruce romantically and wanted to sleep with him was just another complication. She didn't feel the same draw towards him as she did to Lois or even her own cousin now (as odd and disconcerting as that was)--she'd been -conditioned- to want that though, to want a woman to claim her as a mate--want Artemiz especially. So she guessed it just felt... safer with Bruce. Like she was more in control of herself with him, and she really did like him a lot. His smile; the way his eyes would sometimes betray him so much. And the memory of his naked chest wasn't hurting matters either in that regard.
She was feeling overly sexual, and she knew it, but that in and of itself wasn't a bad thing. She sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed and put her face in her hands. Her heart was beating faster and her mind was starting to wonder in any number of directions at once. Mostly, she realized, she felt frustrated. Frustrated about Bruce, about Lois, but, honestly, mostly about Artemiz. It made her so mad at herself how much she still wanted to be with her.
She unbuttoned her shirt and felt one of her breasts, and it felt good. She lay back on her back, unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand into her panties and sighed as she touched herself. It felt so nice, made her thoughts not race quite so much. As she penetrated herself, she tried to imagine Bruce on top of her, inside her--and it was a pleasing image--but one she couldn't hold for long, even though she tried. Thoughts of Artemiz being on top of her, taking her, even calling her pet--they just took her over and she couldn't stop it--she just fucked herself as hard as she could and longed feverishly for it to really be Artemiz who was doing it to her.
She just let herself feel all those feelings that she couldn't--didn't want to--stop welling up inside her. She remembered with vivid clarity how it felt when Artemiz had made love to her and she wanted it again; achingly badly, she wanted it.
After she'd climaxed, she lay there a while; her hand still between her legs. She ran her other hand through her hair and started crying, then sobbing. After it subsided a little, she brought the hand she'd used to pleasure herself to her lips and licked her fingers a little, then started sucking on them, imagining it was Artemiz's hand she was doing this for. She felt like her heart was breaking; like it had when she--when -he- and Lana had broken up--maybe even worse.
She thought of Lois and abruptly got up and paced. She went to the bathroom to wash her hand off and wipe the wetness between her legs off, then ran her hands through her hair. Lois was the most confusing part of all of this for her, and it was hard to even think of her. She was mad at her, furious, for driving Artemiz away; for taking her collar off. At the same time she was grateful to her for doing it; very much so. And she loved her; intellectually, she knew she did. But there was something else too--the look in her eyes when she'd seen her after the fight, when their eyes had met; she was scared of that look, and drawn to it, but mostly scared. It was an unreasoning fear; she had only a fleeting feeling what it was from. Just that, in that moment... Lois had looked so much like Artemiz. And she couldn't even name all the feelings that brought up in her. All she knew was that she was dreading seeing Lois again. Deep dread; like something between them would die and hurt her very badly just from looking into her eyes again.
There was a knock at the door. She looked through the wall and door and saw it was Ron Troupe, from the Planet. They were co-writing a piece about an old theater being re-purposed to be a playhouse in a poor neighborhood. They'd both wanted the story, so they'd decided to team up on it.
"Clark, you there partner?" Ron called.
Kal looked at her reflection in the mirror and whispered to herself--"Good question."
--- J'ANN ---
J'ann (having changed back to her Lois guise again) was sitting at a stool by the counter next to the kitchen, watching Erica cook for her. Erica usually had a cook (an older woman named Yula), but Yula was out until tomorrow visiting family, so Erica had said she'd cook herself. Aliki and Margot had stayed in the bedroom; Aliki continuing to dote over her injured sister (whom Lois had fixed up and assured them she would be fine with time and rest), and Margot simply happy to be with her sister who she'd just seen die. "It smells really good." Lois complemented.
Erica smiled. "Well, when you've been alive as long as we have, you learn quite a few skills; am I right?"
"Mm, to a degree." Lois admitted. "My people were less prone to change than yours are. Which is kind of ironic with us being shape changers, I know. I suppose we valued consistency because we innately didn't have much of it. I'm probably one of the worst examples. I had the same vocation most of my life." She admitted.
Erica looked at her, surprised, then shook her head. "I can hardly imagine that. What was it then? This vocation of yours?"
"Mm, law enforcement I suppose you'd say. But that doesn't mean quite the same thing here as it did for my people. I had very little to do most of the time actually. Most people in my society were... settled. Many had no vocation at all, and no need for one. So I mostly just spent time with my wife, and friends of course ...and when we had children, with them as well."
"You lost them, didn't you?" Erica asked, not looking to her. "Like I lost my son."
"...I lost all of them; every one. As far as I know, I am the last of my people. The very last." She admitted softly.
Erica looked to her, a look of shock on her face. "How..."
"In fire... A plague. Their screams--their pain as they were burned to death all filling my mind as they died all around me... I went mad for years with it; and I still hear them, my wife and daughters most of all, whenever I sleep." She told softly.
Erica couldn't keep looking at her. "I can't imagine..."
"I don't want you to have to anyway." Lois answered.
Erica put down her cooking and went around the island, Lois turning on her stool to meet her. Erica took her hand and Lois stood; they hugged, just held each other for a while. "Thanks." Lois spoke.
Erica moved in and kissed her gently, sweetly. "Survival always brings pain, I know. But... joy as well, if you continue to seek it out." She told. "You must know this better than even I, mustn't you?" She asked softly.
"I've been learning." Lois replied, moving to kiss Erica again. "Tell me about you?" She asked.
Erica smiled softly. "Later." She replied. "When we are alone in bed together; when the sun is gone from the sky and we have made love, then I will tell you. Now... Now I cannot."
Lois stroked her cheek and Erica leaned into the caress. "That's more than fair." Lois agreed.
Erica kissed her again, pressing in close against Lois's body. Lois hummed with pleasure.
"You're really not afraid to be with me?" Lois asked. "After what happened?"
Erica smiled. "I don't scare easily, J'ann. But yes, I'm scared; I'd be a fool not to be. But, I also think you'll protect me, and that you're worth the risk regardless." She told. "If one isn't willing to risk all for love, what's the point of living anymore?" She asked her in a soft voice, kissing her again.
Lois kissed her back with all the passion she had in her; right then and there deciding that if and when Erica did ask her, she would marry this woman--no matter her past or the darkness in their future, and no matter her feelings for the other love interests in her life... Even though she knew that there was a good chance Lashina would come back for her at some point soon--honestly, she was trying her very hardest not to think about that.
As she looked into Erica's eyes when they parted kissing though, Lois couldn't help the dread in her. And the sickening knowledge that she'd probably have to find a way to kill Artemiz in order to stop her from following through on her threat any more than she already had. She felt a little ill with the knowledge in fact.
So, as she watched Erica go back to finish her cooking and looked after her longingly, all Lois really wanted was to not have to worry about any of that--for it not to exist--so she could simply have a happy life again with the woman before her somehow.
As unrealistic a flight of fancy as she knew it was likely to be.
--- KAL ---
Kal was standing on the boardwalk by the water. She'd gone shopping and bought some new clothes for herself. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, a skirt, and some sandals. Looking out over the water, it was a little cool out, but the sun was still shining through the white clouds and there were plenty of people out and about. She'd called Bruce and made plans with him for the evening before she left her apartment, and now she was just wondering around, trying to, well... find herself again, she supposed.
Kara, her cousin, chose that moment to land softly beside her, much to the delight of the people standing around them. "Kal, I think we should talk..." She started to say. Power Woman was a well-loved hero to the people of the city though, and several of them came over to say hello to her. She gave Kal an apologetic look. "Maybe I should have come in plain clothes." She admitted. "Come on." She made her apologies to her admirers took Kal's hand and Kal went with her into the air.
In the clouds, over the ocean, they stopped and their eyes met. "How are you doing with this?" Kara asked softly, taking her other hand so she was holding both of Kal's hands and looking into her eyes meaningfully, trying to gauge what she was feeling probably.
"Um, alright I guess." She answered. "I still miss her though..." She admitted the shameful truth.
"Who?" Kara asked.
"Artemiz." Kal replied. "I know I shouldn't, and intellectually, I hate it that I do, but... I do." She confessed.
"Oh." Kara answered simply.
"Has... Has Lois been by to see me?" She asked a little apprehensively.
"No, she hasn't." Kara related, a little disproval in her voice. "I have no idea where she is."
"Don't blame her." Kal replied. "I think it was as hard on her as it was on me, only... in different ways..." He told, not meeting her eyes.
"You'd know that better than me..." Kara answered softly. "I guess I'd just like the chance to talk with her about all this, that's all." Kara told her, moving in closer to her and tilting her chin up so their eyes met again. "I'm making progress understanding what that... What Artemiz did to you." She told. "I should be able to reverse it, or at least most of it; have you back to being a man at least soon. Are you going to be okay until then? Are you sure you don't want to come back and stay with me?"
Kal shook her head. "No. I just want to be by myself for a while." She answered. "And I have plans later, with... With a friend."
"Who?" Kara asked.
"Bruce Wayne?" She answered, not wanting to say Batman in case Kara checked up on her and made the connection about who Bruce Wayne was.
"You know he's Batman right?" Kara asked.
"Um..." Kal met her eyes again. She didn't know why she was surprised Kara knew that. "Yeah; it's how we met actually. Both trying to find the same murderer... He's a good friend."
Kara laughed a little and shook her head. "You made friends with him? Wonders never cease. I'm happy for you... Um, it is a good thing, right? He's not giving you menacing looks all the time or anything?" She joked.
Kal smiled. "No; he's... He's got a really nice smile in fact." She admitted softly.
"Huh." Kara replied, looking at her curiously. "Kal... Do you, um, are you attracted to him?"
"Yes, um, yeah; I am." She admitted.
"Why? Um, I mean, that's; that's great." She tried to cover.
Kal smiled to her. "You don't like him much, do you?" She asked.
"No, um, he's fine I guess. Just, he's usually kind of a jerk--to Helena especially; which-"
"Is the easiest way to get you seeing red; I know." Kal finished. "Maybe I'll talk to him about that."
"Why him?" Kara asked.
"Well, he's nice to me, and, um, he is kind of hot. I like how he looks at me. I just... I hope it's not too weird. I want to be with him." She confessed.
"What about Lois?" Kara asked softly.
"...I can't think about her right now for some reason." He admitted. "I try, and it's like; like I can't face her..." She told her.
"Why?" Kara asked softly.
Kal met her eyes again. "Lots of reasons I think. I'm mad at her for one thing; because she saved me, and I don't... I didn't; a part of me didn't want to be saved. It's not fair, but I still feel like that."
"What else?" Kara asked.
"I wasn't; I'm not... strong enough... for her." Kal admitted. "I let... I let this; I let Artemiz... and I liked it. If she still wants to be with me--if she does--well, then I wouldn't know why she would." She paused, a few tears falling. "And there's this... feeling..."
"What sort of feeling?" Kara asked gently, stroking her cousin's cheek a little.
"...Like, in my mind--Lois, and Artemiz--they almost... feel like the same person to me. It frightens me, because... Because if I see her again, I know I'll feel things for her that... That I don't want to feel again. It's bad enough I feel that way about Artemiz all the time, I... I don't think I could stand feeling that way about Lois; not about her." She told softly.
"So Batman's, what, a distraction?" Kara asked.
"No; not at all..." Kal protested, looking into Kara's eyes. "Kara, what's wrong?" She asked.
Kara shook her head and smiled. "Nothing." She kissed her on the cheek. "I'm, I'm happy for you. I, uh, you're sure you're going to be okay?" She asked.
"I don't see why not?" Kal replied, a little unsure.
"Okay then, I should; I should get back to work then... Um, have fun?" She offered, ruffling Kal's hair a little affectionately. "You're pretty like this, you know?" Kara told her. "Not that you weren't before, it's just..."
"I get it." Kal replied easily. Kara was only attracted to women, so obviously she wouldn't look at men the same way.
"Right." She smiled to him. "If you need me..." She offered.
"I know." Kal smiled.
"Okay." She agreed, turning and leaving.
Kal sighed and went back to the city; for some reason just wanting to be around people.
She found her way to a dance club called 'Bi-Curious' and kind of liked the name, so she went in. It was around five hours until her--what she found herself hoping was a date with Bruce, and the idea of dancing and meeting new people seemed to be a good one.
An hour later, she'd danced and flirted with a bunch of different people, men and women, and she found she was feeling in much higher spirits; more like she fit in. Everybody seemed to like her at least, and that felt good. It felt good just to, well, let her hair down would be one way of putting it. She was coming to realize that, as Clark, she'd put up certain barriers between herself and the rest of the world--maybe to protect herself from being hurt again--and now; now they didn't feel like they held her nearly so much, and that freedom was a good feeling.
It was a slow dance now, and she was dancing with a guy named Ian. He was as tall as her--dusty blonde hair--sleek and muscular, but like a model. He'd told her he didn't like to be tied down, and she believed him. It was a slower song, and they were close and he kissed her and she gladly let herself be kissed and returned the kiss, pleased when she felt his sex become erect in his pants. He was only wearing a vest over his chest and it wasn't buttoned. His skin was so warm and nice to touch. "You want to get out of here for a while?" He asked her.
She was very tempted. "I..." But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone and her heart sped up. "No, I... need to go." She told him distractedly, leaving him and winding her way through the crowd to follow the woman she'd seen. She knew it wasn't her, but still...
She touched the woman on the shoulder. "Um, hi..." She spoke.
The woman turned to her and smiled. "Hi back." She replied, stepping closer.
She looked exactly like her; like Artemiz... Somehow, Kal just knew it wasn't her... or she didn't think it was her? She didn't feel the same at least--her energy was different. But Artemiz was a goddess, so maybe she could disguise even her energy patterns if she wanted? Kal's heart was hammering in her chest, and she could hardly think clearly. Desire faired so strongly in her; it almost made her dizzy. The woman was looking at her expectantly.
"I, uh... Would you dance with me? Please?" Kal asked her softly, feeling very meek somehow.
The woman stepped a little closer. "I don't think many people would say no if you asked them that; so yes." She replied, stepping closer still and wrapping her arms around her waist. "I'm Kate by the way... Kate Durant. Do we know each other...?" She asked.
"El..." Kal answered spontaneously. "Short for Ella... Lang... Ella Lang." She corrected uncertainly, wrapping her arms around Kate in return and swaying with her when she started to move.
"So, El, tell me something about yourself?" Kate offered.
"I... I just want to make you happy right now." Kal replied. "I'll... do whatever you want?" She offered, feeling helpless to stop what she was saying and feeling.
Kate's smile was soft, but her eyes were wild and predatory all of the sudden... They sent a chill through her. "Well, that's a pick up line I've never heard before." Kate answered playfully. "Definitely sexy though." She whispered in Kal's ear.
Kal smiled softly to herself, pleased. "So, if it was a pick up line, did it work?" She whispered back. Kate wanted her; she could tell. She was pretty sure she wasn't actually Artemiz, but it still felt so good to her; so right... Wrong at the same time too, but she couldn't help that--couldn't help -herself-... and, somehow, she really didn't want to even try right now.
Kate pressed closer to her. "Very much so." She answered, biting her lip a little. "I... I could stand for someone to give me some happiness right now... I really could; you know?"
"Why? Is something wrong?" Kal asked, concerned.
"Just... I get so -frustrated- sometimes... There's something I want... that was taken from me long ago... I was lost a long time. I suppose... I'm just trying to find myself again. Find someone who loves me... A family..." Kate replied, her eyes conveying so much--a terrible openness and broken vulnerability that was savage in it's ferocity; yet, at heart... still beautiful. Kal could swear she felt some of Kate's feelings seeping into her somehow too even. "Have you ever felt anything like that, El?" Kate asked softly.
Kal swallowed a little, closing her eyes a second then meeting Kate's gaze again. "In my own way... Yes, I have..." She admitted softly.
Kate's eyes grew cold with fury and hate in that moment, and Kal felt her mind being torn into. Her eyes went wide and she felt herself heat up inside, like a rushing fire--a fever... Everything was so bright. But then the mind inside of hers took over, cooling her down, forcing her to stop; and then she was being thrown to the ground, violently enough to shatter the floor and make a loud noise along with a shockwave of air and force. Vaguely, Kal realized that people were screaming and running away around her. She felt hot again though; too hot... and Kate was gone...
Everything was so bright, and her mind felt numb--like it was moving too fast; in too much chaos. Too hot. She buried her head in her hands and curled up in a ball and started to cry softly to herself. It was all going so wrong... She should be able to stop this--save herself somehow--but she couldn't... She just didn't know how...
Soon though, someone was there, touching her shoulder softly, and telling her everything would be alright now. A hand stroking her hair, touching her face. And an energy, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Warm, sure, bright, full of... kindness, and peace... Kal felt herself slowly start to regain some control; felt the chaos inside her start to right itself again. The energy from the woman who was saying soothing words to her still just washed over her in waves of sky blue peace. Vaguely, she even thought she recognized it.
Her tears gone, she opened her eyes and braced herself up on her elbow, looking into familiar blue eyes. Kal smiled. "Strange Visitor? Sharon?" She asked softly. "...How are you here?"
Sharon Vance smiled to her that charming smile of hers. "I was in town, following a lead on Jean... And, well, let's just say, you were kind of hard to ignore; you know? ...That is you in there, isn't it Kal-El?" She asked uncertainly.
"Yeah... Mostly, I think..." Kal replied kind of meekly. "Thank you..." She met Sharon's eyes again.
Sharon smiled that charming smile of hers again. "Hey, it just means we're even now, that's all."
Kal smiled softly. "I... guess so..." She admitted, getting up to sitting. Her head, her thoughts, still felt blurry and vague somehow, but she was feeling really so much better.
"You're... You're pretty messed up, you know?" Sharon spoke then. "Your energy patterns, they're all in tatters--who -did- this to you?" She asked.
"A... A goddess... named Artemiz... She's responsible for part of it. This last thing; a woman I danced with who looked just like Artemiz but wasn't; she was in my head... Just ripped through me; made me burn... She said her name was Kate... Durant... Kate Durant. But... that's not really her name; I know it's not... Decay... Why do I think her name is Decay?" Kal asked helplessly.
Sharon shook her head a little. "Whoever she was, you're not exaggerating... I'm holding you together now, but if I let you go, you might just fall apart again--or even explode..." She looked genuinely worried. "I want to try something; try to stabilize you... But I need you to trust me; to not fight me when I do it. It might hurt, or it might not; there's no way to know... But I'm guessing, whatever happens, it can't be worse than not trying at all... Can you do that, Kal? Can you trust me like that?" Sharon asked softly.
"...Yes. I can; I promise..." Kal responded, smiling a little to herself and feeling tired. "Honestly, the way I feel, I'm not sure I could even fight you if I wanted to..." She admitted. And it was true; she did feel a lot better because of what Sharon was doing to her--she felt safe and protected and peaceful. That aside though, she still felt weak inside, and passive... No, she'd have no trouble just doing what she was asked to and trusting. It would be all too easy right now, in fact.
So she lay her head in Sharon's lap and closed her eyes and she felt Sharon's energy intensify, flood into her; surround her, suffuse her... It didn't hurt at all; in fact, in a way, it was one of the nicest feelings she'd ever experienced. Before she knew it though, she felt herself just drifting away into sleep...
--- D'KAY ---
Kate held her head as she ran into an alley more than a mile away. She was screaming inside, but stubbornly refusing to scream so the world could hear her. She collapsed against a wall and sank to the ground, changing back to her Martian self--D'kay D'ranzz.
She sat there; scared and feeling alone and foolish. "She wasn't lying; I thought she was lying..." She mumbled to herself. She'd liked El. Liked dancing with her. Liked holding her, and looking into her mind. It was such a fast, bright, powerful mind. In some ways, a lot like a Martian's, but... undeniably so different too.
She'd sought Clark Kent out--stalked him, studied him--when she'd found out that J'onn J'onzz... no, not J'onn, J'ann, she was female now, she reminded herself... Her people changed the style of their names when they changed genders. She would be D'kar if she changed to a male herself again. She had been male a few times in her life, but not for very often when she had. She'd sent Ron to Clark's apartment. Clark who wasn't Clark. Clark who was El now, Kal-El--Superman. Power Woman's now famous cousin; the new hero of old Gotham, Batman's, Bruce Wayne's friend--he was a woman now too. Was she a shape-shifter also? A potential mate? Whatever he/she was, J'ann was interested in him as a mate, which had made him competition--made him a threat to her; so she'd thought to eliminate the threat, one way or another.
...But if El really was a shape-shifter... Perhaps she was a potential mate as well though? The thought was appealing in some ways... True, El was obviously dangerous to her--she had so much fire inside her somehow; how could she not be? But her mind was pliable and vulnerable too, and that was definitely appealing to her. True, she would greatly prefer a willing fellow Martian for a mate--that would be ideal--but she was also frightened of J'ann J'onzz; she'd be a fool not to be. J'ann was a manhunter; which meant that, if she rejected her, found out what she'd been doing to the humans she'd attempted mating with so many times; how many of them she'd raped to death... Another of her kind, a manhunter especially, would likely find it repellant. J'ann could easily reject her as a mate over it--could even seek to imprison or slay her for it potentially--and J'ann was likely to be the stronger if it came to a battle between them.
She knew her own mind well enough at least to know that she'd long ago lost something inside of herself that made her kind, green Martians, like they usually were. Lost that thing that made her kind centered and peaceful inside; made them abhor someone like her. As she was now, she was almost as brutal as a white Martian, and probably not as sane... It made her despair to think of it, but she knew it was true... No matter how much she might wish is were not. No matter how much she might wish she could be what, who, she once was.
No... J'ann J'onzz was probably as beautiful and deadly as flame to her. She'd been desperate to think she might have much of a real chance with her. No... if Kal-El was a shape-shifter, a potential mate, then it was far safer to peruse her instead.
She smiled a little to herself, daydreaming about how they'd danced together; about how El had told her she'd just wanted to make her happy... Those words, the look in her eyes, were working their way on her even now. She -would- try to have her for a mate--the idea appealed to her more and more the more she thought of it; the more she thought of her...
--- LASHINA ---
Mad Harriet lived in a luxurious home on the outskirts of Maitrea, the imperial city of Apokolips, by a fire pit; her grand balcony looking out over it and bathing her and those with her in intense heat and light. Lashina observed from inside the house as Harriet avidly watched three women, fire nymphs, fight with each other in flaming hot oil. She was licking her lips and almost salivating over the sight as five other women fawned over her.
Lashina smiled and considered the scene a little before she energy-shifted her clothes away and walked out on the balcony. Harriet saw her then and immediately only had eyes for her; ignoring the women fighting for her and those who fawned over her. "Lucky me." Harriet spoke lustily as she got up and came over to her and kissed her hard with a passion that was nearly desperate in it's hunger.
Besides Barda, who had fled as a traitor years ago, Harriet was the only one among her sisters that she would truly call a friend. Well, of a sort, anyway. Oh, she knew Harriet might kill her gleefully and without hesitation if she was directly ordered to, but as long as she wasn't, she'd never think to tell anyone that she'd been visited by her--it just wouldn't occur to her. She was a simple-minded sort of creature, who loved nothing more than to rut and fuck as much as possible--she lived in the moment, made almost universally self-serving choices, and made no apologies for it. She had that common weakness though--that, in her heart, she yearned for nothing more than a hotly burning romance. The trouble was, she had difficulty finding women who would be with her among her sister Furies, or any of the other Apokoliptian goddesses for that matter. She tended to come on too strong and she could be very clingy. Of course, Lashina had always liked that about her for some reason. Found it refreshingly honest.
"How long are you mine for this time?" Harriet asked silkily in her ear.
Lashina laughed. "As long as you can stay awake." She told her.
"Ooo, my kind of challenge!" Harriet answered giddily, none-to-gently scooping her up in her arms and taking her to her bed chamber; forgetting all about her harem slaves, devotees, and admirers out on the patio deck. For a Fury of Harriet's elite standing, those were more than easy to come by; even for a woman of such unusual tendencies as Harriet.
There were more women laying about in the bed chamber, two of them fucking quite intensely on the bed.
Lashina laughed again as Harriet threw her onto the bed and leaped on top of her, causing some of the women to scurry out of the way. Harriet bit her neck and penetrated her sex with one hand right away, pulling at her hair roughly with the other. Lashina cried out and then bit her back, wrestling her around onto her back and claiming her in a rough kiss, and bringing her hand down to penetrate Harriet in return. Breasts grinding hard together, hands clawing feverishly at one another and pumping hard into each other, they fought each other for dominance; both of them only giving in every once and a while for a few moments to make it interesting before going on the attack again. Energy surged and crashed from them in waves; almost certainly causing the women that were still in the room to flee (two goddesses making love this roughly was not something easily endured for those who lacked their sheer power and strength).
They climaxed over and over, until it all felt like one long orgasm, and what followed was hours and hours and hours of love making--at first all wild, hungry, lustful, violent passion; though it eventually became something else. It became more gentle and loving; and that was even more intense, but no less passionate.
Lashina intentionally came on stronger than she normally would have. Normally, she would have wanted to draw this out for days on end probably, but this time she was in a hurry. Artemiz and Kanto and who knew who else were surely on her trail. She half thought they might have caught on to her already, actually. She would sense either of them coming though, and have time to simply steal Harriet's mother box and be off. She much preferred to have the time to thoroughly please her lover though, and then simply ask for it. Once she was done with her, she was sure Harriet would be in a state to agree to just about any request at all. She supposed she was simply lucky that she hadn't been found out yet... In more ways than one, at the current moment, surely (Harriet was definitely a wondrous lover to have, in her opinion at least).
In the end, Harriet was grinning, looking up at the ceiling, energy and fire crackling around them. The room was a furnace of heat and energy, and Harriet looked utterly blissful. Lashina herself was feeling very nearly the same way, but her mind was also sharply focused on her goal.
"I don't think I can go on... but I'm not asleep. What a conundrum for you." Harriet spoke.
"Not really..." Lashina whispered seductively to her, running a hand over her body and soothing it with waves of energy.
"Mmmmm!" Harriet almost purred. "You're so good at everything, aren't you my lovely one?" She spoke in contentment.
"With you, it's easy. We sing together, don't we?" Lashina asked.
"Mmmm.... oh, we do, don't we?" Harriet answered, moving over to kiss her; long and luxuriantly.
"I need a favor." Lashina whispered at last, once the kiss was parted.
Harriet looked almost a little sad at that. "I wish you would have married me instead, Lasha..."
"Come with me then. It wouldn't be the worst thing to have two wives?" Lashina asked on the spur of the moment.
"With you? Where?" Harriet asked, sounding dreamy and confused.
"Earth. That's what I... wanted to ask you. I need a mother box." Lashina told her.
"Earth? Why go there? Is it a mission from our mistress?" Harriet asked.
Lashina sighed. She shouldn't really be surprised Harriet was confused; not remembering that she was a traitor and a fugitive now. "I'm a fugitive now; you should know that very well... Come with me though? We can be fugitives together, away from all of this darkness and fire?"
Lashina laughed. "You've gone insane, I love it!" She exclaimed gleefully.
"So what's your answer?" Lashina asked, her voice hardening. She didn't appreciate being laughed at in that way.
"...Do whatever you want, I don't care. Just leave." Harriet told her, sounding hurt.
Lashina didn't really understand how she'd caused Harriet pain, but she got up none the less, and went to retrieve the mother box; energy-shifting into her armor again. "It's too bad. We could have been good together." She spoke softly.
"Next time you want to fuck me, just don't play games with my heart. I hate you for it." Harriet told her, staring at her coldly.
That surprised her, and she didn't understand, but she did take offense at having her word and her honor questioned. So she didn't bother to try to clear up whatever misunderstanding existed between them. It was probably just as well anyway...
She mentally told the mother box to open a boom tube and she left for Earth.
--- ARTEMIZ ---
Artemiz heard the BOOM and saw through the walls, watching her wife leave. She felt so much rage she could hardly restrain herself from going down there and ripping Mad Harriet apart with her bear claws and teeth. "How could she -be- such a complete -idiot-?!" She fumed to herself, at once contemptuous and grateful beyond words that it was so.
She'd found them in bed together, fucking wildly, but she hadn't dared confront them, lest her and Lasha's shame become known. She had always tolerated Lashina's dalliances with Harriet, though she had little stomach for bedding the woman herself... Honestly, probably because Harriet reminded her of the parts of herself she least liked to dwell upon. Still, she grudgingly settled on taking her blessings where she could find them. If Harriet only thought Lasha had been playing a game with her, telling her lies for her own amusement, then they were safe from the specter of disgrace... for now at least.
Her own mother box couldn't track Lasha's of course; not with Lasha having asked hers to mask her trail as she had. But, of course, it was obvious enough where, or more actuary to whom, Lasha would go. Fury, anger, and raw malice burned so bright in her at the thought, that she even scared herself a little with what these feelings might drive her to do. Never--never, in all her thousands of years of life, had she ever felt anything like this... This complete, wrathful, unreasoning, absolute hatred.
She called up a BOOM tube and went to go through, her hounds and her fiercest devotes and slaves following her though. As she entered the space warp though, she thought that, no, what she'd just thought wasn't true. Not at all. There was one thing, just one thing she'd felt that was stronger that what she felt now. And that... That was love...
A love she would have back--even need she burn a world and all upon it to ashes to have her way.
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(to be continued)
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