Everybody Wants Zinda update

“Now,” Bane continued, “since I have lost my interest in love, I will—“

“Hi Huntress!” Misfit announced as she blipped into the scene, right next to Bane. “Bye Huntress!” she said, grabbing him and blipping away again.

Helena looked around, but it wasn’t until she heard a full-throated scream that she looked to the horizon and saw a speck miles away, dropping down into the ocean.

Misfit reappeared. “Hi again, Huntress…”

“What’d you do?” Helena asked her, more from being numb from shock than any confusion.

“I saw an opportunity!”

***

Blow smashed into block. Kick clashed with leg. Bone met bone. Shiva was still the best fighter Dinah had ever met—if anything, she was even better than before. It took all of Dinah’s skill, her energy, her concentration just to keep up with her. The totality of the experience was almost spiritual: prayer, meditation. 

Dinah could see the addictive nature of it. The demand of being at your best, being the best, having everything else drop away and only feeling this. The compress of fisted knuckles impacting on flesh. The keening air of a missed punch whistling by. It was exhilarating. Better than drugs, better than sex. She knew why Shiva wanted to spend all her time here.

But it was fleeting. Shiva had gotten so good that almost no one could give her this challenge. She lived only for this and so there was nothing else to live for. That excited her, made her overenthusiastic, reckless. Dinah opened her mouth, clearly summoning up a Canary Cry, and Shiva made the obvious counter, going for her throat—as Dinah surged forward as well, letting the blow land solidly on her breastbone as she slipped inside Shiva’s dropped guard with a sharp jab to her larynx. 

Shiva gagged on nothing; Dinah ignored the burning pain of her fractured chest to follow up. Blows catching Shiva inside a storm and all Dinah had to do was keep it up, shaking Shiva around like a ragdoll with the punches and kicks she forced out of her weakening body. Until finally, Shiva was on the ground. Dinah fell to her knees, barely any better off. The blow she’d taken to kill her Canary Cry had broken something inside her—she could taste blood at the back of her throat.

“Worth it… it was all worth it…” Shiva purred with bloody teeth. “To taste a violent death… it is so hard to find one now…”

“You’re psychotic, Shiva. You could’ve destroyed the world—you still might—just to pick a fight?”

Shiva smiled, foaming bubbles of blood marking her curved lips. “There is no danger… the ritual can be counteracted… the girl can do it… she merely needs… the right friends.”

***

The sound of rolling waves. The smell of salt in the air. The feeling of warmth without heat or humidity. Zinda opened her eyes and knew instantly she was on Paradise Island, in a hospital room that could’ve passed for a beach bar, it was so far from the frigidly antiseptic feel of hospitals on the mainland. 

Even as she took in the view, another vision of beauty dominated her sight. Diana, her white chiton displaying her bronzed skin and waves of dark hair—all such a perfect setting for the dazzling gray eyes that looked over Zinda, almost intimidating in their intelligence, but ultimately soothing in their concern and affection.

“You’re finally awake. I’m very glad to have you join us.”

Zinda looked around. “I… what’s…”

“Don’t try to speak,” Diana said, picking up a glass of water and holding it to Zinda’s lips. “It wouldn’t surprise me if it took some time for you to recover your wits. But let me try to explain your circumstances and see if that won’t answer some of your questions. You were taken hostage by Shiva. A spell she was performing… took hold of you, somewhat. Here on Themyscira, our mystics were able to temporarily block it. That’s why you’re probably feeling more clearheaded than you have in a while.”

Zinda swallowed the water Diana had fed her and nodded. “Yes… still fuzzy…”

“That’ll pass shortly. Very quickly: do you need anything? Do you feel alright?”

“I feel fine,” Zinda said. “Just… confused.”

“The spell was to, in effect, destroy the world. It worked step by step through you coupling with various people. But the Birds of Prey rescued you and brought you here.” Diana saw the concerned look on Zinda’s face. “They’re fine. Dinah was a little banged up, but they took Shiva into custody. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I can’t really remember any of it,” Zinda said. “All feels like some damn dream. Guess you probably have me penciled in for a load of Amazon therapy sessions anyway, right?”

“Not exactly. The spell is still active. It can be countered, but only through you having intercourse with certain mythic figures. A Dark Knight. A Man of Tomorrow. A Wonder Woman.” Diana smiled uneasily. “We’re doing all we can to find another way, but if there’s any way the two of us can… come to an understanding… it would help immensely to repair the damage Shiva caused. And I would do everything in my power to make it as pleasurable for you as possible.”

“Hey, it’s not that you ain’t a great-looking dame, Wondy, but I’ve been through enough cocks to know I enjoy them plenty.”

Diana raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps we can arrange something…”

Stepping back from the bed, she went to a small table in the room. On it was a fruit bowl, each item looking scrumptious. Diana picked up a banana. It was enough to make Zinda lick her lips.

“How about it, Zinda? Curious to find out how a woman does at being your man?”

Diana returned to Zinda, letting her robe drop from her body as she went. She crawled on top of Zinda, noting how the blonde vibrated with new life as their flesh brushed together. Zinda parted her legs, but still felt nervous—appreciating how Diana kept the sheet between them as she slipped the banana underneath it until the tip was at Zinda’s opening.

“You sure grow ‘em big here, missy,” Zinda said.

“We have big appetites,” Diana breathed. 

She slid the banana inside of Zinda, moving slowly, carefully. Zinda felt like she was going to be split in half for a moment, but the very fullness inside of her soon felt good. She grew excited, loving the sensation of being stuffed and opened, while the gentleness Diana used aroused her further.

“Oh heck!” Zinda cooed. “I think I like this!”

“I knew you would,” Diana laughed sweetly.

Zinda’s cunt squeezed, tingling around the firmness inside it, but Diana was inexorable in forcing the banana the rest of the way in. Her insistence opened Zinda’s sex up. Allowed her to be filled completely. Diana’s mien assumed a fierce pride, a warrior’s grin, as she slid the fruit in and out of Zinda’s slick womanhood. Zinda had no choice but to squeal in surprised delight as the pain she’d feared never materialized. She could only feel pleasure.

“Goddamn, woman, that’s—that’s wonderful!” she cried.

Each deep thrust was like a bucket of water being dumped into a full bath, causing hot pleasure to overflow into the rest of Zinda’s taut body. Soon she had to move her hips to Diana’s demanding rhythm, fucking herself on the banana to try and get more than Diana’s careful lovemaking would give her. She arched her body as best she could with Diana holding her down; Diana let her move enough to rub her clit against the pistoning fruit.

“Yes, yes, keep going!” Zinda keened. “Fuck me with that! Fuck me like it’s your goddamn cock!”

Diana grew excited herself, listening to Zinda’s moans and gasps of pleasure. The faster she pumped the banana inside of Zinda, the louder Zinda moaned and the more aroused Diana became. Soon they found a rhythm, Zinda’s jerking hips delivering her cunt to Diana’s pumping fist. It was glorious—Zinda’s hungry moans reverberating through Diana like she was fucking the Amazon with each outcry.

“Shit, it’s so good!” Zinda gurgled. “Unnhh! I’m gonna come! Harder! Faster!”

Diana gave her what she needed and after only a few more seconds, Zinda exploded, the blast welling up from the depths of her sex, barely needing the touch of her clit. She rocked violently, the banana’s thrusts through her hypersensitive pussy now flinging her around the bed.

“Ohhh, shit, hn, fuck, FUCK!” she wailed, Diana’s thumb on her clit, Diana’s banana deep inside her, everything Diana did drawing out Zinda’s orgasm until she wasn’t sure she’d live through it. She still wanted it to keep going, though. Death couldn’t be worse than this wonderful climax stopping…

Finally, she passed out, spread-eagle to the corners of the bed, her limp body a testament to Diana’s skill. The Amazon stooped to kiss her sweaty forehead, then drew away from Zinda. Bruce and Clark would take some convincing to help her undo the ritual. But—Diana mused as she peeled the banana—there was no way it wouldn’t prove well worth it. For all of them.

***

The sound of rolling waves. The smell of salt in the air. The feeling of warmth without heat or humidity. Dinah opened her eyes to see Helena lying at her bedside, in costume but unmasked, asleep in her chair. The Italian must not’ve left her since she’d first been brought in to Paradise Island’s healing suites, not even to change. Dinah appreciated that. Even on Themyscira, there wasn’t much better to awaken to than the sight of Helena Bertinelli.

Helena’s proud breasts filled out the halter top of her costume, starting a trend of physical robustness that continued through her muscular arms all the way to the purple gloves that covered her forearms with a note of the exotic. Below her breasts—right below them—the cut-out at Helena’s abdomen began. It was supposed to show off her abs and bullet scars, but who was Helena kidding? Seeing that swath of bare skin run down almost all the way to her pubis pulled the eye to Helena’s tight little shorts, which left her long legs bare to pull the eye upward in the some way. Either way you went, your gaze was inexorably drawn to her breasts, her sex, the few tempting sites that her costume actually covered, and so were made all the most valuable. Jesus Christ, she was practically wearing a bikini, the crazy broad.

Dinah wondered why she and Helena had never gotten together before. Helena was certainly cute enough—far too cute, and not nearly crazy enough, not to meet Dinah’s standards. Hell, compared to Ollie, she was a model of stability. So why hadn’t they at least been friends with benefits?

Dinah could only figure that she’d been in a shell. She’d teased Helena for being a tramp, but really she’d envied Helena’s openness, her thrill-seeking nature, when her own first instinct was to run and hide from a world that’d hurt her. No matter how beautiful Barbara had shown her the world could be, she still couldn’t trust it… not until Roy. He could never hurt her, and with him, Dinah had blossomed. Now she wanted everything she’d been missing out on. Everything and everyone.

She felt fingers running through her hair with a familiar touch. “You’re awake.”

She turned to see Roy on the other side of her bed. He hadn’t changed out of his costume either, though he had consented to let his cuts be sewn up. It gave him a rugged appearance. Dinah would’ve rubbed her thighs together if they didn’t hurt so much. “How long was I out?”

“Twenty hours, give or take. Helena and I have been keeping you company in shifts, but eventually… well. We just didn’t want to be anywhere else.”

“What about Zinda?”

“She’s fine. Shiva’s jailed, Bane’s MIA. Barbara’s having to deal with some JLA business and she made it clear that Misfit had to go to bed and get her schoolwork done.”

Dinah chuckled. “Sounds like Babs… I don’t remember—“

“Concussion. You tied up Shiva, told us how to save Zinda, then you passed out. Luckily, Themyscira wasn’t too far away. They were nice enough to let all of us sleep it off.”

“Wonderful… I feel like shit.”

“Fighting Shiva will do that to you. The healers say you were pretty much puree’d. They’re going to hit you with the purple healing ray, but they say you have to build up your energy first? Something like that. S’why I stick with Aspirin.”

“I’d take some,” Dinah said ruefully, “but I don’t want to move.”

“Probably best.”

“Guess the celebrations are on hold?”

Roy smiled. “All I need to celebrate is you being okay. Speaking of, you need anything? Juice? Water? ‘Nother pillow?”

Dinah looked him over. He looked as good as Helena, in his own way. The veiny muscles of his arms, the clean symmetry of his facial features, the promising, bulging firmness under his skintight costume. God, Helena was right. How could she not have been enjoying all this every chance she got?

“You know what I need.” She licked her lips. “What I always need… if only you wouldn’t break me worse than Shiva did.”

Roy chuckled nervously. “They don’t… frown upon that sort of thing here?”

“That sort of thing?”

“You know…” He circled his thumb and forefinger, then pushed the forefinger of his other hand through it. “It is Paradise Island, after all…”

Dinah laughed. “You’re an idiot… it’s allowed. I’ve just never taken advantage of it before.”

“You can wait a little longer.”

“You tell me that after you got me addicted to that cock?” Dinah teased. “First one’s free, right?”

Helena mumbled, shifting in her sleep.

“She knows what I’m talking about,” Dinah continued. “Oh, and she knows about us.”

Roy blinked in surprise, then nodded tightly. “Good. I’m not ashamed.”

“Me neither. In fact… I’m proud. I’m glad she knows.”

Dinah looked from Roy to Helena and back again, remembering the mutual attraction between them. It’d pissed her off so much before, even though it was the most natural thing in the world. Helena’s intensely hedonistic desires and Roy’s playboy antics… it wasn’t for nothing that he’d been in a rock band. She should’ve been looking forward to them fucking rather than taking it as some sort of insult.

“Then you want to be official?” Roy asked hopefully.

“You know I do. But what about Helena?”

“What about her?”

Dinah smiled at him. “Don’t you want her?”

Roy haplessly looked at Helena, unable to stop himself from drinking in her beauty. Dinah couldn’t blame him. “Well… I’m with you, Dinah.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Dinah insisted. Her smile widened. “Don’t you think she’d fuck you?”

Roy coughed. He was so transparent, he was practically invisible. “I… I don’t know what you mean…”

“I mean you can fuck her,” Dinah whispered hotly. “You can fuck her… I certainly can’t fuck you.”

Roy looked at Helena with a new excitement, his eyes poring over her beautiful face, her dark eyes, her full lips. Helena was even sitting with her legs apart, letting him get a good look at her skintight costume where it covered her mound. Even asleep, she’s a slut, Dinah thought fondly.

Roy felt his excitement burgeoning too. His prick was getting hard, pushed into it by Dinah’s insinuation, her seeming eagerness to watch him with another woman. He crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his growing erection. Dinah reached out, wincing at the strain on her injuries, and she slid his crossed leg back down to reveal the bulge of his arousal.

“Isn’t that something?” Dinah said, boldly drawing the zipper down on Roy’s fly. In the room the slack lowering made, his cock swelled out, probing for Dinah’s hand. She wrapped her fingers about it, enjoying the feel of it. Its texture, its sensation, felt emblematic of sex. Dinah held it in her hand the way she’d pick up a handful of sand at the beach, remembering a perfect summer, spring break. 

She squeezed the rough area at the base, then ran her hand up to the finely veined red nearer the top, finally coming to the delicate glans, the purple knob, and the sweet wetness of his precum on the crown. Dinah traced a delicate fingertip through that dew, caressing her own finger with it as much as she was caressing Roy’s cockhead.

“Dinah, that feels… that feels…” Roy muttered, his voice thick with lust, but trying to restrain himself—the sleeping Helena was feet away. He didn’t want to wake her. 

Just as he couldn’t bear to end the handjob Dinah was giving him despite the risk, he didn’t want to jeopardize it by bringing Helena into the mix either. No matter how beautiful she was. No matter how good a threesome would be, or how incapacitated Dinah was that all she could do was pump his prick in her hand. He wanted Dinah with a completeness that left no room for anything else, even knowing how good a fuck Helena was, her sexuality right there in her skimpy costume.

But Dinah wouldn’t be denied either. She wanted to reward Roy, wanted to show him how much she loved him, wanted to make him feel as good as he deserved. And if her body couldn’t do that at present, she had no hesitation in pushing him to someone who could. Her love for him had no room for jealousy. Her pussy was throbbing hard to have him in her hand, so hard that it actually aggravated her soreness—but it was worth it. Roy finally voiced the moan he’d been holding in since Dinah first wrapped his cock in her hand, and upon hearing it, Helena stirred. 

Her eyes blinked open—she moaned in ironic counterpoint to the sound Roy had made, then yawned—her straining jaw presenting a void matching the rampant erection across the bed from her. Dinah grinned hard enough to make her cheekbones ache. Even unconscious, Helena had picked up on the aura of sex in the room. She had no doubt Bertinelli would be eager to take her place. And it was Dinah’s place, being wrapped around Roy’s cock, having him in her up to the very hilt. Even if she was too battered and bruised to enjoy him at the moment, she owned the feeling of being split open by his massive prick. No matter how Helena was satisfied by it, Dinah knew she’d enjoy it far more times than Helena ever could.

And why not? Helena wasn’t interested in a relationship—at least, not with Roy. But it would do her plenty of good to have a regular booty call. Dinah saw nothing wrong with sharing Roy with her friend. Roy would enjoy it. Helena would enjoy it. Dinah would enjoy both of them. She was far too confident in her relationship with Roy to think any sexual maneuver Helena pulled could displace her from Roy’s feelings. Because, after all… there was no way in hell Roy was going to raise a child with Helena. And as soon as she was well again, that was what Dinah was going to get from Roy.

She could see it now—the comparatively paltry satisfaction of fucking Helena almost entirely forgotten once he’d bred her. Certainly, the best sex of Dinah’s life had come with the thought of Roy impregnating her. She knew Roy felt the same way. 

She wanted a big family too. Four kids, at least. Each of them living proof of how their parents belonged together.

Roy—the big masculine goof—wasn’t as farseeing as her. His worried look circled from Helena to Dinah, even as he couldn’t summon up the will to actually put an end to Dinah pleasuring him. It wasn’t so much that it felt good—though obviously it did—but that it was what Dinah wanted. He couldn’t stand to deny her anything.

“Dinah!” Helena gasped with shrill surprise, taking in the entire scene laid out before her. “You’re… up.”

“Helena,” Dinah replied cordially, as though she wasn’t milking precum out of Roy’s cock and smearing it up and down his erection. “We were just talking about you. We thought you might like to feel this big, beautiful cock Roy has. Why don’t you feel it, Helena?”

“Roy and… I, we’re… we’re just friends,” Helena stammered, her eyes giving away her excitement even more than her shaking voice. 

Dinah laughed, throaty, hot. The seduction was making her cunt wet already. The only way it could be more perfect was if she could join in, but she didn’t know if she could take all that, even at her physical peak. Best to work her way up to it. Best to show Roy she would get him off no matter how many other women it took.

“Come here, Helena,” she whispered huskily. Her arm was starting to cramp. It was Helena’s turn. “Come here and fuck my boyfriend for me.”