Everybody Wants Zinda update

Roy lay on his back, drained, his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed and he was totally satisfied.

“Mind if I suck you again?” Dinah asked, her head resting on his thigh, her eyes on the limp member still burnished by her spit.

“I don’t think you’ll get anything out of it.”

“Not really the point,” Dinah replied, nuzzling her lips around his cock. There was no cum left on it, but still it somehow tasted of his tangy seed. “We gonna talk about this?”

“It doesn’t seem like you’re in the mood,” Roy said.

“I can listen,” Dinah retorted, smacking her lips. She kissed his helmet again and seemed to feel a resounding weightiness from the cum he’d deposited inside her already. 

She felt claimed. Marked. Occupied territory—though who she could possibly have belonged to before was unclear. Maybe it was just the doldrums of being alone… that was what he’d conquered when he’d conquered her.

“I’m not the best at talking about my feelings,” Roy said. “It’s the one part of rehab I never quite managed… I was thinking that after we were finished, then we could talk, but that just makes me want to keep going.”

“Oh?” Dinah asked, smiling against his cockhead. Brushing her curved lips along his glans. “Is that the only reason?”

“I think you know it’s not. I get as turned on by a blonde in fishnets as the next guy…”

“You are not,” Dinah assured him, “the next guy.”

“And you’re not just a blonde.” There was a pause as Roy recalled that once, many moons ago, she’d been a natural brunette. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I didn’t think I was just a stepping stone on your way to Power Girl.”

Roy paused thoughtfully. “You think I could manage Power Girl?”

Dinah got up and slapped him upside the head before collapsing down next to him. “You had better really cuddle the hell out of me, Harper. You just talked yourself out of a blowjob.”

“Good,” Roy said, wrapping her up in his arms. “I couldn’t have handled a blowjob. You’re gonna leave my cock one big bruise.”

“This is why I should’ve dated a Bat. Masochistic tendencies.”

“I thought you were. Wait, are you and Babs just friends?”

Dinah banged her fists on his chest playfully. “Why do people think—God, one masturbation session and everyone’s going on about a vibe—okay, seriously, I know what you mean.” 

Dinah pressed herself up against his body, slotting his limp cock between her thighs and playfully squeezing it in her natural thigh gap. Roy closed his eyes in brisk pleasure, Dinah crushing her breasts against his pectoral muscles. 

“I want to have the relationship talk, I want this to be real—but I also really want you to keep fucking me,” Dinah continued. “I’m goddamn exhausted, but it’s like… when you get hard again, I want to be the first to know about it.”

“Quit tempting me, woman, you’re going to make me sprain something.”

“Mmm,” Dinah purred, before saying in a dangerous voice: “Call me woman again.”

“No.”

“Then God,” Dinah said in mock-exasperation. “I guess we’ll just have to talk about whatever the hell this thing is.”

“I’d really rather hear about that masturbation session and then we can circle around to the relationship later.”

“Damn, such pleasant conversation and people wonder why I’m bicurious.” Dinah rested her forehead against Roy’s, enjoying being joined to him in so many places—the next best thing to having him inside her. “Do you not want this to be a thing?”

“It’s not that,” Roy said quickly. “I’m just worried about… jinxing it.”

“Jinxing it?” Dinah asked. “What are you, twelve?”

“I prefer to think of it as ‘young at heart’.” With his hands behind her back, Roy felt out some of her golden hair and played with it. He saw Dinah’s eyes narrow contentedly. “It’s just… I’m a superhero. I’ve been a Titan, I was Ollie’s sidekick, I was even an Outsider. I’ve never been one for rules and regulations. I’m always the guy running close to the edge.”

“And I’m always pulling you back.” Dinah closed her eyes and tried to enjoy him looping a strand of her hair around his finger. “What’s so great about the edge, anyway?”

“Nothing. It’s just how I’m built. I’ve never really been Justice League material, and you… you’re practically a founding member.”

“Justice Society,” Dinah said warmly. “The Justice League’s Justice League.”

“Yeah, sorta. But it’s more than that. It’s like—it feels right, being with you, kissing you, even talking to you. I don’t talk like this with every girl. So instead of trying to harvest this thing right away, why don’t we keep letting it grow? Keep letting it be right?” 

“So you keep dragging me into closets like a caveman when you get horny and I get to kiss you when I suddenly feel incredibly romantic…” Dinah demonstrated, her lips against his, and this, this was better than having him inside her, closer. She broke off, gasping, her womanhood clenched, knowing she would’ve fucked him right then if their bodies were able. Even let him breed her if he wanted: fill her full of cum, no protection, no birth control, just him. “And we just play it by ear?”

“I’ve heard some really good songs played that way,” Roy teased.

“And I’ve had some really good relationships crash and burn because people didn’t want to put in the work. Ollie…”

Roy held her tighter, suddenly serious, his eyes burning into hers. “I’m not going to let that happen. I’m not going to give up on you.”

“Then you do… want me?” Dinah was trying to be cool about it, but somehow this primordial boy-girl stuff was making her feel like she was twelve years old again, believing in princesses and happily ever after.

“Yeah.” Roy grinned loosely. “You know I do. And I know you want… carpooling and joint answering machine messages sooner or later… if you can be cool with it being later than you’d like, I can be cool with it being sooner than I’d like. We’ll meet in the middle somewhere.”

“It’s not just me,” Dinah said. “I don’t want Lian to freak the fuck out.”

“I kinda think she ships us already.”

“If she gives us some portmanteau, I’m sending her to military school.”

Roy kissed her cheek. “How about… when it feels right for us to talk to Lian about us, then it’s only right for us to talk about it ourselves?”

“I can live with that. There is that matter of… well, Lian not being the only potential family member we have to worry about.”

Roy blanched. “That’s… not a thing yet, is it? I thought, you know, we could… a morning-after pill… Helena’s got to have some… at least until we’re really, really…”

Dinah chuckled. “Now he wants to talk… relax, Harper. I have an IUD.”

“Oh,” Roy said, and a part of him sounded almost disappointed. “Oh…”

“I guess my biological clock is ticking away louder than I thought, because I really like the thought of—with you, I mean.” Dinah grinned. “Anyway, only children grow up weird, right?”

“I’m an only child.”

“I am too. I think we know better by now.”

Roy laughed. “I never thought I’d be glad for a kidnapping, but I’d be happy to leave this on the backburner until we get Zinda back. At least.”

“Fine by me,” Dinah replied. “But until then, I really like the thought of it—pretending. If you could… y’know…” She blushed. “Act? Like you’re doing it to me?”

“Doing what?” Roy nuzzled against her ear. “Knocking you up? Breeding you?”

“Jesus, yes, that,” Dinah sighed, uncomfortably aroused. Her nipples felt painfully hard. “I’ve never really… thought about it, since the Lazarus Pit, when I got that… part of myself back. My lifestyle, you know. It was never really an option. But now it feels so real. If you could talk that way when you—come inside me—I mean, let’s face it, I wear fishnets, the least you could do is indulge my fetishes a little.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Roy said. “The condom in my wallet is getting pretty old anyway. I’ll throw it out. You’re the only one getting my cum from now on—and when you feel it inside you, you’ll know you’re the only woman I want to have my child with.”

“God, Jesus, fuck,” Dinah moaned. Her pussy was getting in on the act, hot and wet, at that meltdown phase that usually came right before she gave in and touched herself. “I hope you don’t have a thing for anal sex. I want you in my cunt so bad. Coming inside me again and again…” Saying that didn’t help. Her clit felt like it was vibrating, sending delicious tremors down into her pussy all by itself. “And after this is all over… maybe I can take the IUD out… you can just keep fucking me… fucking me until I’m pregnant, pregnant with your baby.”

“Is that what you want?” Roy asked, his voice as husky as hers. He rolled on top of her, and she suddenly felt his manhood against her sex. Hard, hard as she could’ve asked for, ready to turn her into a sheath for his cock. “To be a mother? The mother of my child?”

“Yes, yes—“ Dinah panted, her cunt clenching and flexing, almost as if trying to suck him in.

One sharp jab and Roy was inside her, all the way inside her, thrusting deep into her pussy. Dinah couldn’t even speak now, but her thoughts chorused: Yes, yes, all the way to my womb!

“I’m going to come inside you, Dinah,” Roy hissed. Tears filled Dinah’s eyes—it felt like some wonderful vow. “I’m going to fill you up…” He reached down and rested his spread hand on her belly, flat and taut, but not for long. “You’re going to feel me here, Dinah. Growing inside you for the next nine months. Turning you into a mother. Binding us together forever.”

YES! Dinah thought, her thoughts loud and joyous. Your woman. Lian’s mother. Not like that viper Cheshire—a real mother. I’m going to take care of the baby and I’m going to take care of you and we’re going to take care of each other, now, forever, all the time. A real family--!

Her cunt sucked in his stiff prick as he thrust inside her and held it tightly but uselessly as he pulled it out up to the cockhead. Dinah cried out fitfully, her voice hoarse, rasping, as delicious bolts of ecstasy exploded from her cunt with unbelievable intensity, rocking her body far harder than Roy’s physical thrusts could.

I’M… YOUR… WOMAN… Dinah mouthed, unable to speak as Roy fucked into her again and again, his contorted expression flickering with pain as his overused cock was forced to perform once more, but their lust was too much for either of them to deny. 

He reached down to caress Dinah’s cheek, trying to invest it with all the love he felt, the devotion, the hope for their shared future. Their eyes crossed like swords and he saw Dinah register his affection even as she took his member, her eyes finally rolling back in her head as her ultimate pleasure approached, and with it, her lover’s seed. At that moment, it was hard for her to believe her IUD even existed…

Her communicator beeped from the nightstand. Dinah looked to it, then up at Roy in beseeching regret.

“Ignore it,” Roy gritted out.

“It could be Zinda,” Dinah forced herself to say, though she hated herself for it.

With an all-consuming groan of disappointment, Roy heaved himself off of her. Dinah was left emphasizing with his earlier pain. She was so horny that it hurt to be denied, so close to release—she was still breathing hard, soaking up oxygen to feed the fire.

The communicator beeped again. Dinah picked it up, surprised she could even move. 

“We found Deathstroke,” Barbara said without preamble. “Suit up.”

A moment later, Roy’s communicator beeped. Roy laughed bitterly as Dinah picked it up and dropped it on his bare chest. 

“Later, remember,” Dinah told him consolingly. “Maybe then, we can even do it for real.”

Roy watched helplessly as Dinah got up and sped to the shower. She’d probably be done by the time Barbara had given him his marching orders—a lengthy beauty regiment was one thing Dinah Lance had never needed. If it was a metahuman power, it was more impressive than her Canary Cry.

Roy sat up and answered the call, only listening to Barbara in the loosest sense of the word. The sound of the shower spray was an almost irresistible temptation. He’d have to wait until Dinah finished before he washed up himself. If he got into the shower with her, they might easily miss the whole mission.

***

Ten minutes later they were clean, suited, and assembled in the Delphi Room. Roy’s erection had finally gone down—besides getting rid of his sex musk, his shower had been exceptionally cold—but still, it was hard for him to forget that he’d slept with all but one of the women in the room. Helena was playing it cool, but Misfit was looking at him with an openly lovelorn expression. Maybe that was what motivated Dinah to stand very close to him, almost cheek to jowl as Barbara gave the mission briefing.

“Thanks to some friends in Checkmate, we’ve narrowed down Deathstroke’s location to Seville, Spain. Further electronic tracking puts him in an estate to the south: remote, isolated, and luxurious. Thermal imaging shows he’s the only occupant, so odds are we only have him to deal with. Even Lady Shiva puts off body heat.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Dinah commented, arms crossed. It was a cliché, but true—she was cute when she was angry.

Roy had to work to listen to the intel. As important as it was, it was hard not to feel Dinah’s closeness to him and think that she was his woman with a mixture of pride and disbelief. He would have to ask Wally to be sure, but this had to be what having a winning lotto ticket in his pocket felt like.

Barbara continued: “Even without Shiva there, Deathstroke is a formidable opponent. Don’t forget he took on the entire Justice League once.”

“Tt,” Dinah clicked her tongue. “He got lucky.”

Barbara gave Dinah a look through her glasses, telling her in no uncertain terms to let her speak. After a moment, Barbara proceeded: “Our objective is not to bring Deathstroke in. Zinda’s safety has to take precedence. The objective is to neutralize, then interrogate. In my judgment, Slade will surrender once persuaded it’s in his best interest.”

Roy coughed. Barbara gave him a look as well, but let it slide when Roy made no further noise. Still, Roy felt Dinah’s hip brush against his own, thanking him for voicing her own objections. 

“If things don’t go according to plan—“

“Business as usual, you mean?” Helena piped up, and Barbara rolled her eyes, clearly near to giving up on the briefing altogether.

“Do you have anything to say?” Barbara demanded of Misfit.

“No, Ms. Gordon!” Misfit said quickly.

“Thanks. As I was saying, Deathstroke is a heavy-hitter. Dinah, Roy, you’ll be the first wave. Hit him hard and hit him fast. Helena, Misfit, I’m holding you in reverse. Watch the perimeter and make sure no one interferes. We want Slade all to ourselves.”

***

Slade sat in his favorite chair—he’d brought it from England—and thought of the transitory nature of things. The bourbon in his hand would oxidize, the ice ball in the bourbon would melt. He’d come to Seville to enjoy the Andalucian landscape of rolling hills and picturesque crops, but he would have to leave soon enough. Everything ended. Nothing was eternal. He had to enjoy the minutes that were passing him by. And yet, regrets lingered, rising from the past like smoke to cloud the present. He drank his bourbon and tried to enjoy it.

His phone rang. Crossing his legs, Slade slipped it from his pocket and answered. As he did, a battering ram of solid sonic force crashed through his front door. In the same instant, an arrow slashed through the headrest of his chair, coming perilously close to his head. Just like that, Slade was faced with Black Canary and Arsenal, flanking him.

A good show by them. Very good. 

“Mr. Wilson?” a computer-generated voice said over the phone. “Don’t hang up.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” Slade replied. “I’d want you to hear while I butcher these two mounds of flesh you sent to bother me.”

“You could do that,” the voice said. “But first, check your bank account.”

Slade chuckled. “Which one?”

“Any of them. But for starters, let’s say the one in Dubai.”

Slade’s face fell. That wasn’t his main hoard—he had no main hoard—but as far as his holdings went, he had considered it largely secure.

He brought up the app that monitored its status. And despite the danger sense in his gut telling him that something was up, it still came as a shock when he saw that the only thing there was—

“Forty-two cents, Mr. Wilson,” the voice on the phone said. “I know you’re prepared to go to jail, but are you prepared to be poor?”

Slade gritted his teeth. “What do you want?”

“You’re a hired gun, Wilson. I don’t want you nearly as bad as I want the kind of people who hire you. In this case, I want Shiva. Tell me where she’s gone and I’ll put all your cookies back in the jar.”

Roy still had an arrow drawn on him, while Dinah waited in a fighting stance. “No wonder you got the white hats to come after me,” Slade said into the phone. “You want the blonde.”

“Good guess,” Dinah said.

Slade smiled at her. “How’s your boyfriend, anyway? Still Mayor of Star City? I don’t follow politics.”

The voice broke in before Dinah could answer. “I can not only scatter your money to every income bracket below the McMansion set, I can trigger the nastiest tax agencies in the world to look into your transactions. I know you command a high price, but who’s going to want to do business with you when it triggers an immediate audit by the IRS?”

Slade growled, “Fuck it—the bitch didn’t let me have a happy ending anyway. Last thing I heard, Shiva wanted to know where Bane was holed up. That’s all I know.”

An arrow pierced the seat cushion between his legs. Huntress. “Maybe, but let’s be sure. Tell us everything that happened, from the very beginning.”

***

Dinah patted Roy on the shoulder as Slade spilled his guts. “C’mon. Let’s check the perimeter.” She whispered through her throat-mic: “Helena, you got this?”

Helena smiled, keeping her crossbow trained on the mercenary. “I was born for this.”

Dinah and Roy roamed the house, sweeping every room, verifying there were no nasty surprises. There proved to be nothing to worry about. Slade was evidently a big believer in security through obscurity. If he’d wanted to be in a fortress, he would’ve been in one.

They ended up in a den, the last room to check. The blinds were drawn, leaving the room dim. A divan was the centerpiece of the room and it was hard for either of them not to look at it.

Dinah suddenly became aware of Roy’s eyes on her breasts. She glanced down. Her bustier was as low-cut as usual, with her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. Dinah preened a moment, running her hands over the leather jacket that was supposed to make her outfit less skimpy. All it really did was make her feel like she was wearing her boyfriend’s shirt—and nothing else.

“I suppose fucking and dressing like this might be a bridge too far for our relationship,” she said.

Roy chuckled. “Whatever chemistry we have between us, we said we were going to let it react.” He stared at Dinah. As heated as his gaze had been on her cleavage, it was even hotter now. “Combust, even.”

“Nice metaphor,” Dinah said, her arms slackly at her sides.

Roy didn’t reply. At least, not to her banter. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I stopped fucking you.”

Dinah sharply took in a breath. “Me too.”

He put his hand on the zipper of her bustier. It went down easily. Like Dinah was willing it down as much as Roy was pulling it.

“Seems like there’s only one way to get it off my mind.”

“Seems like,” Dinah agreed.

She forgot all about her IUD. In that moment, she sincerely wanted Roy to breed her, as much as she’d ever wanted anything in her life.