Ok, WARNING!! Here’s the kinkiness I’ve been teasing you all with for six chapters. Beware frisky tails and ‘rough’ sex, submissive groveling (not the way you think) and poor Babs might even get some real lovin’! * evil grin *

Crazy For This Girl

++Ro++

It had been a subtle, gentle hunt, my prey not to be attacked, but sweetly coerced. As Helena had grown physically stronger before my eyes, I was reminded of exactly who and what she was. Could I win her… at least in part? Did I want to? It wasn’t the fact that I would never be hers alone, because I knew where her heart truly lay, and was comfortable with our animal magnetism. The one who held my heart in her hands was beyond my reach, so I knew how Helena felt. Not to mention that Shan was so much a part of me, and with the natural need to group into packs and prides embedded in my very DNA; my concept of individualism was malleable at best. Helena came with an airport worth of baggage, and her life was irrevocably bound up with Oracle and the sparkle of New Gotham in the near distance.

So where did we meet in the middle?

Again, I raised my head and sampled her delicate scent on the breeze. My visceral reaction rose up, primitive and welcome. No one had ever affected me like this, tugged at the millions of years of animal instinct spliced into my metahuman genes. A glance around the big penthouse atop Wayne Manor, showed the white sheets turning the large furniture into ghosts. The great windows were opened to the night and the breeze that carried her intoxicating fragrance. She was perched in the narrow window frame, effortlessly balanced in the manner of the cats she was so like. Moonlight bathed her in cool light, highlighting her dark hair and feral beauty. It made my heart and hormones ache.

“You can come in,” Helena whispered, her body never moving. I padded silently into the room on my bare feet, still attuned to her. Crouching a bit, I nuzzled into her dark hair, rubbing my entire face over the crown of her skull and purring softly. A sigh dredged up from some deep, melancholy part of her and it calmed my ardor. It was time now to just be with her, the rest would wait. “It feels weird that these rooms were my father’s.”

“It’s beautiful. And huge,” I breathed reverently and watched a smile quirk her mouth. “I look forward to earning both your trust, and your city’s.”

“You already have,” she calmed me softly and I felt my emotions fall more hopelessly under her spell. A sinuous twist of her body had me gripped in a powerful hug as she turned her back on the blaze of nighttime New Gotham through the crown of the forest.

“You don’t like this place because it’s your father’s,” I guessed.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Helena hedged and gripped my ribs even more tightly. “I’m just not entirely comfortably here. Even if I did chose it.”

The attempts at humor made me tilt her head up to kiss her softly. “May I volunteer to help you feel more… comfortable, Kitten?”

Oh, she responded nicely to the suggestive comment, pulling me in for a deeper, more seductive kiss. Standing to press her body into mine, the embrace grew overheated. Since Helena had grabbed my shoulder too hard, she had been a complete kitten with me and any lingering nervousness had been smoothed away. So she trailed her hands up both arms to bury her fingers in my ruff. Groaning and growling softly, she teased across my teeth and tongue with the hard little piercing embedded in her flesh until I bit lightly at her and the sexy sounds turned to giggles. “C’mere,” she whispered huskily and pulled away to drag me after her. “I’m feeling kinky.”

“You certainly won’t hear me objecting.”

Through the cavernous rooms we flitted like shadows on whatever adventure Helena had planned. There was a kitchen and eating areas to take note of and a pair of closed doors that I knew led off to the rooms that Barbara had commandeered to remain close to Helena. At a massive set of carved wooden doors, Hel paused for effect before dramatically throwing them open. “Cool, huh?”

It was a bedroom the size of some small houses and a vast acre of bed like something from a historical romance novel. Four posts thicker than my leg held up a massive canopy frame draped with double curtains, one as thick as the other was gauzy. The floor to ceiling windows ran for at least a hundred feet down two walls, leaving me with a dizzying sense of being out in the night air and almost flying above the dark forest.

“Wow.” I breathed reverently. Giving me a quick kiss, Helena scampered over to one of the windows to kick lightly at a latch on the floor.

“This place has everything,” she enthused as the huge window suddenly swung out a few feet on soundless hinges at the ceiling. There was a waist-high railing of glass I hadn’t even noticed that Helena propped her hip on and shot me an incendiary look. “I’ve wanted someone like you for a long time.” Her expression was hungry and vulnerable. “Someone who knew all about me.”

“But I don’t know all about you.”

“Yeah, actually, in a lot of ways, you do. You understand things no one else does. You know how the night feels, the smell of it, the way we can see right through it and see things no one else does. You know how the danger feels, the race of your heart and how it can save you or make you a little nuts.”

“Yes,” I murmured to her eloquence and bent to kiss her again, deliberately pressing her back until her body was half over the long drop exposed by the open window. It wasn’t that there was any real danger, just the reminder of it. She wasn’t elegant or sweet with me anymore, but raw and sensual and animalistic, growling with the effort of holding her great strength in check. I was fascinated and fearful of her, of the power that lay in her wiry body and behind her blue eyes. I remembered watching her from a distance before the gunfire had brought us together. Watching her move was astonishing, an experience in the surreal. Pulling away from Helena’s seductive heat, I stepped back and stripped my shirt awkwardly over my head. It wasn’t graceful with my still-damaged shoulder, but her low growling did rumble was suddenly even deeper inside her chest. “I hate wearing clothes,” I murmured in a deceptively calm tone and started unbuttoning my loose pants. “I didn’t until Miss Honey tamed us…” I hadn’t meant to have my throat close up around that name, and swallowed the emotion down. There was no place for those memories right here, right now. Helena took silent note of the choked pause and I grinned weakly before continuing to strip down. “It’s the fur. It chafes and gets pulled at. Not to mention poor Binky being constrained.” We traded smiles and I decided that I wasn’t annoyed with Shan anymore for sharing the ridiculous nickname. Kicking away the jeans, I scratch-ruffled the disheveled fur scattered over my skin, forgetting for the moment that I wasn’t alone. It was always such a relief to strip naked and let my poor hide breathe properly.

++Helena++

It was unbearably erotic to watch Ro trail both hands over her moon-pale body in absolute unselfconsciousness. With her coat of fine fur, her lines were hazy and ghostly in this light, only becoming clear when her strong fingers molded over slender curves to soothe her irritated skin. The look on her face was like a pleased kitty getting her belly rubbed. “Damn, that’s sexy,” I whispered and Ro jumped like I’d startled her. “Get in the bed and let me try it.” So she turned her back and went to the bed, Binky trailing effortlessly in her wake. The tail no longer looked slightly odd on her long frame as I traced the line of her spine until it exploded into that frisky fifth limb. It was a graceful transition without clothing to break up the long, smooth line of muscle, vertebrae and thick fur.

As Ro yanked the bedding away from the side of the enormous bed, I pulled off my own t-shirt, grateful to notice almost no pain from my collarbone. “Stay like that,” Ro purred oh-so-softly as my arms returned to my sides. “Let me see you in the moonlight.” She was no more than a streak of white against the dark sheets, a teasing phantom of sense and sensation. I paused like she’d asked me to, almost feeling the trace of her gaze over my curves. With the distant sounds of New Gotham and the hum of the trees in the breeze as my soundtrack, I slowly and teasingly began to finish the job, listening for cues in her breathing and the small animal noises she habitually made.

There had never been any doubt that I had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, a part of me that craved being the center of attention even as I dreaded it. Generally comfortable with the state of constant conflict within myself, this dichotomy of emotions didn’t faze me in the slightest. Once naked, I mimicked her earlier body language, running my hands over my curves and waiting for her voice. She didn’t disappoint.

“You are so beautiful.”

With my feline ego stroked, I shivered in the night breeze and scrambled to the big bed. It still felt weird, the thrill arousing and perverse. This was my father’s bed, long empty and useless. For all I knew, my parents had once christened this surface the same way I was preparing to do. Kind of a weird thought, but perversely comforting at the same time. It was a strange way to accept this space and his spirit lingering here, but I was ready to do it with this feral woman’s help. In contrast to her cool coloring, Ro was hot to the touch as I scooted in until the whole length of us pressed tightly together. “Thank you,” I murmured and kissed her softly. “People have told me that, but it means more coming from you, with your exotic and gorgeous looks.”

Her skepticism was written all over her face and I just smiled and grabbed her wrist to bring her fingers up to kiss. “No one outside my family has ever thought I was beautiful,” Ro confessed quietly and I cradled her fingers to my cheek and gave her my sober, undivided attention. “I’m too different from the norm, y’know? Only, somehow, you make me believe it. Thank you.”

“Heartbreaker,” I teased affectionately as we kissed again. Now was my chance to touch her freely, unfettered from the restraints of pain and clothing and the chance of being interrupted. The need to speak fell away; there was only her taste in my mouth, the feel of her unique body under my hands and against my naked skin. The fur was thick on her spine and she squirmed luxuriously when I skritched her like a big pet. “I noticed you don’t seem to have any guard hairs,” I noted conversationally and her colorless eyes blinked owlishly.

“Are you trying to make me think at a time like this?”

“Oh, God forbid,” I teased and ducked my head back down to her throat. Ro hissed in shocked pleasure as I began grooming her with my tongue, enjoying getting to know her taste and feel even more intimately. Now I really was acting like a damn cat and the thought made me chuckle in delight. Mom would have been titillated and amused. “I like it, you’re so soft.”

“You’re damn good at that,” she moaned and traced light fingers over my torso. The touch made me giggle and moan. “Ah ha! I thought you were ticklish!” She chuckled and I had to press her wrists to the bed and glower to get her to stop. Then Binky grabbed me and I was suddenly on the bottom getting suckled at. “So beautiful,” she purred like a panther and nuzzled into my torso, nipping at my undamaged collarbone before moving lower. “Are your nipples sensitive?” When she captured one to suckle at, I figured the question was rhetorical. There was a sandpapery roughness to her tongue in combination with the strong suction and it was making me nuts. Hunched over me like a hungry cougar, Ro sucked and nipped at me until the arousal was making me a bit crazy. My hands drifted distractedly down her fuzzy spine, over the curve of her strong ass and felt the powerful thickness of the base of her tail. The muscles and tendons were nearly as hard as the heavy vertebrae beneath the baby-soft fuzz and I curiously wrapped both hands around it, tucking my fingers into the warm place beneath.

I was rewarded with her nearly jumping clean out of her hide. “Sweet, a new trigger point. Growl for me baby,” I coaxed softly and shifted my hands so that I could stroke the tail base slow and steady. That got her hips shifting and the noises she was making grew ever more guttural as I stroked her tail and ass. Realizing that she was too distracted to continue what she was doing, I grabbed the opportunity to push Ro onto her side and kiss my way down her body, licking through the fuzz and attacking her sweet little nipples. That really made her sing, the sounds ratcheting up in intensity as I stroked her flesh and growled, licked and bit at her, tugged at the furries with clenched teeth. Binky was wrapped tight around me like a hungry python, the strange embrace both helping and hindering my enjoyment of her expressive body. I hesitated at the liquid opening to her body, attracted there by the scent and heat. “May I?”

“Yesssssssssssssss…”

God, she felt good wrapped around my curious fingers and we hissed together in pleasure. Ro nosed into my hair, panting noisily, biting at my ear and cheek like a horny dog as I stroked into her, firm and sweet. Binky shifted its grip, the coils pulling me tight to her thighs and slipping in between my legs to tease me. Rather than object to the kink, I shifted to give her extra appendage easier access to stroke through the almost painful wetness all this fucking around had caused. I didn’t trust the strong tail inside, but Ro made no move to do so and I got into the groove of the silky fur and hard bone rubbing my aching clit towards orgasm. Her hands were hard in my hair and her nails raked none-too-gently over my back, her one leg was hooked over me, her heel pressing into my ass and her tail was determined to give me the ride of my life.

She hit the peak first, but not by much, and I was thrilled by the sharp contractions of her body around my hand, and the whining bark of her surrender in my abused ear. Pressing my face as hard as I could into the healthy flesh near her gunshot wound, I let the thrill of climax roar over me like a wave.

“Wee,” I giggled madly as sanity began to reassert itself through the sensual haze. Ro was relaxed yet tense, her body still twitching minutely around my fingers and I gently eased out. She huffed agitatedly into my ear, but still didn’t completely relax as I cupped my hand around the wet heat of her. “Still all riled up?”

“I’m almost twenty two years old and you’re only my third lover,” Ro murmured and suckled lovingly on the ear she’d abused earlier. It actually hurt enough that I’d bet that she’d broken skin biting me that hard. If not given me a really weird piercing. “What do you think?”

“I think,” I growled and pushed her imperiously onto her back to clamber further down her body. “That I want to know how you taste. Excellent, Binky pushes your hips up. Makes my job easier,” I chuckled with delight and concentrated on tracing the firm lines of her abs with my tongue. Settling myself relatively comfortably onto my elbows between her spread legs, I tried to keep most of my weight off of my almost-healed arm so that it didn’t become a distraction.

“Would you like Binky to stay put?” Ro teased lovingly and I felt the tail settle more comfortably into its grip around my crotch. Like a living g-string, the supple hardness of it was a constant tease deep in the heart of my main pleasure center.

“Hell yes.”

The white fur grew thicker the closer I drew to her sweet-smelling groin. The hairs were curlier, but no coarser and I reveled in it. While I’d never been down on a girl before, my same-sex experiments having taken place on packed dance floors, I knew damn well what I liked and was looking forward to getting her to bark again. It was gonna be a long night and I loved it.

++Barbara++

Silence dominated the manor this early in the morning. It was luxurious to have the time and space to myself while watching the sunrise. Only, this morning, there was no peace for me here in this new place.

Last night I had heard them.

Quite clearly.

The moaning and crying out… the panther snarls and the barking like wolves had spoken volumes. All night I’d listened to them bond, their noises animalistic and uninhibited as they wafted from the main rooms next door and through my open windows.

All night I’d listened and ached.

Lonely and guiltily horny, I’d listened avidly to the sounds they made together and wished I could be brave enough to be a part of them. Sleeping and bonding with them had been sublime, making me feel safe and adored. I was antsy and tired today, taking no pleasure in the warming sunshine or my favorite coffee or my spacious new rooms. My clothes were scratchy and too tight and my surly disposition matched those discomforts. Worse, it was a sensitive day, my legs feeling deceptively normal.

Were they okay? Should I check on them? There had been more than one yelp of pain last night, the sounds like some wildlife documentary with the volume up too high. Before I could talk myself out of it, I was headed across the living areas. There was one more pause at the door of Bruce’s long-empty room where my upper brain tried desperately to talk me out of what I was about to do. Instead, I entered the quiet space and noticed that it no longer felt so desolate.

Painfully bright sunlight lit the room, making it appear to have a life of its own. There were clothes scattered about; their tank tops and pants crumpled near the open window. A flicker of movement caught my eye. It was the tail, slowly coiling and uncoiling like an indolent cat’s against the royal blue sheets. It had slithered out from beneath the haphazard sheet barely draped over Ro’s hips. In contrast to her ghostly coloring, the little I could see of Helena’s golden skin looked swarthy by comparison. They were spooned closely together and utterly dead to the world. The sunlight was hazy over their bodies where it was filtered through the gauzy curtains on the bed and the picture they painted was mouth watering.

I wasn’t thinking clearly.

I was tired and desperate and horny as hell. I shouldn’t do this and I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. There were so many unspoken issues with Helena, at least on my end, and I was utterly rattled by the way she looked curled up with her lover. I was so jealous and confused and riled up by my emotions and hormones that I was getting really turned around. I wasn’t the type to do this kind of thing; I tried to convince myself, even as I knew it was utter denial. There was a time when no silly thing like terror would have stopped me from doing anything. Then I had lost my legs and a part of me died along with the nerves in my spine. I was incredibly overdue for something insane and impulsive, but the part of my brain that was so useful a tool to Oracle held me in check. However, I was a bit concerned with the scratches and bruises dotting Rowan’s back, and the potential damage they may have done to their wounded shoulders. That concern was enough for me to throw caution to the winds and give into the memory of their bodies cradling me close. The only problem was that their twined bodies were in the middle of the damn huge-ass bed. So I was going to have to scoot myself across the mattress and hope Ro didn’t hit me with any of those hair-trigger reflexes.

In retrospect, the move was truly insane and perhaps I should have just called out and woken them. Both of them were natural hunters and I had no business getting in their personal space. I would be lucky to not get a body part removed. But they drew me the way sunlight drew the chlorophyll of a leaf. I could no more resist their primitive tug than I could stop breathing.

Hauling my body from the wheelchair, I shifted onto the big bed and Ro stirred indolently. I froze, and waited for the tail to start its lazy coiling again. Did the silly thing ever hold still? With years of practice muscling my body around with only my arms and back, I slithered closer to the pair with baited breath.

When I was close enough to reach out to Ro’s body heat, I got a surprise. The tail suddenly slid around me, a familiar brush of sensation against my leg, then around my waist and up my side. All I could do was hold my breath and hope it didn’t strangle me. But, unlike a hungry snake, it settled between my breasts and resumed its lazy movements. My nervous breathing slowed to normal as I relaxed and followed its hypnotic weaving. Only the last few inches moved, and it was very gentle. With tender fingers, I caressed the tip, marveling at the silky texture of fur and the hardness of bone and muscle underneath. Ro made a puppy sound and her body stirred languorously. Oops, I forgot that my friend was attached. Helena mimicked the sound perfectly and offered a soft growl.

Abruptly, I realized exactly where I was… and exactly how trapped. Nerves and propriety raced up my spine like wildfire, threatening to strangle me.

Shit.

Helena’s hand appeared, to wind into the white hair only inches from my face and I shrank into myself. In the years of watching Helena grow from an amazing child to an extraordinary woman, I had tried and tried to deny the attraction that had grown in her adulthood. Now this magnetic stranger was just adding fuel to that carefully banked fire and things were getting out of control. They were kissing lazily, I could tell from the soft, wet sounds and a flash-fire of heat washed over me.

Ro’s body stiffened slightly and her head and upper body twisted to peer at me. Damn, didn’t the woman have any bones? There was a bit of surprise in her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from grinning warmly and twisting further to plant a gentle kiss on my lips.

It was what I wanted and dreaded, this musky kiss that tasted of sleep and sex, the rough tongue slipping between my teeth to explore. Ro kissed me like she didn’t give a damn about any silly rules or hang ups about what was heating up in this bed. While my banal upper brain stammered in abject horror, the horny lizard brain whooped for joy and let the sensual burn wash over me.

Whatever the hell I was doing here, it felt damn good. Helena squeaked suddenly, the sound dissolving into throaty laughter, and then into a pleased moan as I felt Rowan’s arm shift. Again, an internal storm of protest, that lasted until the tail brushed over a hard nipple and I jumped. Now it was my turn to squeak and moan.

“What the hell,” Helena muttered and Ro growled until my entire skull vibrated. It was thrilling and feral to feel, especially when those sharp canines pressed just hard enough into the corner of my bottom lip to scare me. There was no poetry and roses here, just the brush of the tail teasing my nipples and Ro’s wicked mouth and Helena’s shock and sensuality.

There was a lithe twist of inhumanly powerful muscles that had the tail suddenly tightened around me, pressing me to Ro’s back as she twisted around and moved to straddle Helena. I could only throw my arms around her neck, as I was bodily hauled over to sprawl piggyback over her. She was holding Helena down and ravishing that soft red mouth while I watched in fascination. It was glorious, studying and listening to them kissing deeply, bodies pressed together.

I had never watched an amorous couple kiss like this before, the act in many ways more intimate than the actual sex. Suddenly, I felt like an intruder in this room and in this bed. Having Bruce’s presence here like a living thing was unnerving me as well. Then I felt a hand in my hair, twining through the long strands and nearly wept. Helena skritched at my scalp, until I let my head drop into the back of Ro’s neck in relaxation. “Good morning,” Helena purred and Ro growled playfully.

“I think I like this pack bonding.”

“Damn Skippy. As the new Wayne heir, I’m declaring a day off…” With that seemingly nonchalant exchange, I was suddenly pressed between them, both legs propped comfortably on their bent knees and both pairs of pale eyes watching closely. “Holler if you don’t like something,” Helena whispered and her mouth claimed me. All I could do was whimper at the fantasy made flesh. There was a bit of nervousness in the gesture, but the beast within was firmly in control. Yet I felt absolutely no fear that they would harm me in any way. While Helena showed me what that smart mouth was capable of, Ro was trailing a curious hand over my flushed body. They stripped me of clothing and pretenses, redefined my body and heart with hands and mouths before leaving me exhausted inside my own bones.

No one sensation stood out in the storm of fulfillment that had drowned me. Only after the climax had receded was I aware of individual stimuli. Helena’s mouth and tongue nibbling lightly at my face, her moans warming my skin, and Ro’s strong limbs and soft fur. There were kisses on my belly and thighs, the pale woman curious about my body. It was rare I got any real sexual satisfaction and she was teaching me things about myself with her caresses. “You taste yummy,” she purred softly against my femoral artery and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up.

“Thank you,” I murmured softly and opened my eyes to watch Helena examine me. So I stroked her chin and lower lip for the sole pleasure of being able to. “I’ve been curious about you for years.”

“Me too. So this is cool?”

“Quite.”

“Sweet,” she grinned and suddenly became a human hurricane of activity, leaping at Ro who took the carefully aimed charge with a ‘whuff’. “I didn’t get enough good mornin’ lovin’ from you sexy.” I propped myself onto my elbows to watch the two young women, bodies intertwined over my right leg. Ro had managed to get her good arm underneath herself to keep their weight off of my limb and the other was gripping Helena’s wild hair. Watching them kiss, bodies erotically twisted together, was a delectable fantasy in and of itself. Ro growled and Helena leaned back to nip at her lower lip. “Hey, Babs, you taste good on her.” I was pleasantly embarrassed as they wrestled playfully and I was forced to pull my body away as best I could. “Is that all you’ve got, Fuzzy?”

Ro growled more loudly at the taunt and the tail coiled up to grab Helena by the neck and unbroken shoulder and yank her across my thighs and pelvis. “Not by a long shot.”

They snarled and nipped at each other, hands wandering sensuously over their contrasting skins. It was like watching puppies play fight, for there was no malice in the exchange. Nor was any quarter given. Not that I expected anything else from these young, healthy, strong predators. Low snarls preceded one of the Huntress yowls, the sound that a hunting panther would make. In an instant, her bare feet had come up at a nearly impossible angle to wrap around the middle of Ro’s back and crush her in almost painfully close. I was hard pressed to say which was more arousing, their physicality or the noises they were making.

“C’mere you goofs,” I chuckled fondly and was rewarded by a storm of new growls. There was more tussling that rolled them away from my unresponsive legs and Huntress managed to get away and hunker down a few feet away. She truly was magnificent, lean, wiry and sweaty, with her hair sticking out in all directions and love bites all over her rosy skin. With a leap that shook the bed, she was coiled up near my head while Ro twisted into a crouch at my feet. Perhaps this wasn’t such a great idea… “Hey!” They both froze at my shout. “Careful while I’m here. It’s not like I can dodge you two.”

Contritely, both young women pressed gentle kisses to my skin before returning their attention to one another. Ro sprawled out beside me, with Helena on top, their legs intertwined and bodies rocking together while they kissed. Again the hormones claimed me and I rolled to my side to nuzzle Ro’s twitchy ear and run my free hand over their sweaty curves. Helena climaxed abruptly, her body bowing into a perfect curve and the most extraordinary animal sound hissing up from deep in her body. As it crested, I stared in fascination as she curved her spine the other way, throwing her head back to let out a sound that was as much a bark as feline whine as groan. “Beautiful,” was all I could manage to get past the lump in my throat. While Helena had always been an amazing young woman, in the incandescent throes of ecstasy, she was pure magic.

The tail was still distractedly caressing up and down Helena’s relaxing back and I turned my attention to the frustrated Ro. She was such a complete stranger and yet, I felt as though I’d known her forever. While I explored her mouth again, I let my hand trail down and caress one breast. Her skin was silky, a fine haze of the white fur dusting her like peach fuzz. It was utterly strange and maddening to touch her body, which was as familiar as it was strange. Helena was recovering; her ragged breathing evening out as she began nuzzling the white body. Playing at Ro’s breasts was a blazing hotspot that had her writhing like a dog with an itch on her back. “Barbara… Helena… please…”

“Far be it from me to refuse you,” I chuckled and Helena echoed the sound softly. A nudge from my knuckles had Helena arching up enough to trail my hand over Ro’s belly and abdomen. The fur grew thicker the lower I roamed, and the combined heat of their bodies was making me sweat even harder. Ro huffed in reaction to my fingers slipping inside, body arching wantonly. “You feel exquisite. Relax and come for me.”

Helena growled in counterpoint to my whispered words and thrust her hips forward, driving my fingers deep into Ro’s overheated body. Both of us gasped at the illicit feeling of the rocking thrusts. The short dark hairs were wiry on my knuckles, Helena’s soft wet dampening and teasing my skin. I couldn’t really do anything but enjoy the ride, caressing Ro’s straining torso with my lips and feeling Helena’s rough-gentle use of my hand. As the climax raced across Ro’s nerves, I learned that she was the noisy one, her ratcheting cries uninhibited and animalistic. Helena rolled her hips to draw the experience out before letting our lover calm down. In a flash, I was on my back with a very active Helena suddenly everywhere on my body. It was paradise. Hands, mouth, teeth, the wild dark hair; they were on my breasts and thighs, nipping at my ribs and teasing my grasping hands.

Contrary to popular belief, I had nearly full sensation to about mid-thigh. From there down the feelings started to fade until there was a near-constant void at my feet. Helena knew my body as well, if not better than any lover, having helped me through endless bouts of physical therapy. All that knowledge was put to use now as she carelessly tossed both legs over her shoulders and proceeded to drive me insane with that wicked mouth. There had never been a doubt in my mind that the young woman would be a fantastic lover, with her expressive and strong personality. But that muscular tongue in my sex was utterly maddening, her hands latched tightly to my hips as an anchor. As I pulled at her hair, the growls and sighs drove me further on until the explosion brought on blackness.

++Ro++

Having knocked Barbara unconscious, Helena turned her attention back to me and growled. Once we were both healed, I knew I would feel the full extent of her Huntress strength and speed. Already, it had surfaced while we had been making love, besting me easily. It was arousing and terrifying. I had always had blindingly quick reactions, easily outmaneuvering even the fastest opponents. Now, not only had I met an equal, but with her Meta abilities active and frisky, she was absolutely my superior. To encourage her gentleness, I crouched low enough to put my chin on the sheet and consciously made Binky slow its erratic thrashing. Under less intense circumstances, it would have been humorous to see the expression of confusion on her face at my submissiveness. It came from deep within the animal part of me and she unconsciously reacted to the unusual stimuli. I could admit that it kind of bothered me to prostrate myself like this to someone else completely of my own will, but at least I’d get respect and great sex. That was certainly good enough incentive for me!

There was absolute stillness in Helena’s body as I slithered closer and rubbed my skull up one bent leg until I could kiss her knee. This was no time to go for the obvious spots, the intoxicating scent of her wet sex, or the hard pink of her nipples. This was the time to earn her body’s trust on a subconscious level. So I let my instincts trail gentle nuzzles over her legs and over her tense belly, between her breasts and to that primitive soft spot just under the jaw. There was no aggression in my touch, no hint of teeth or bruising suction. This would change the chemistry between us if she responded to it.

“Ro,” she whispered softly and the tension suddenly flooded out of her body. Triumph and fear of my accomplishment rushed over me.

“I want your gentleness and your strength,” was my soft request and there was a strong grip in my hair. I forced myself to remain passive as my head was yanked back. The feral beauty in her was almost painful to witness, the smooth skin, straight nose, the full mouth and delicate warmth of her. So much power coiled beneath the soft curves and pretty face. No wonder I was smitten! When she ducked and grabbed my lower lip in her teeth to bite down hard enough to really hurt, I remained passive and whimpered softly. I had made her submit before and now I willingly did the same for her. Flat on my back now, Helena’s teeth still clamped into my flesh, I felt her crouch over me as though testing that I was serious. There would be strange bruise there, near my chin, but I didn’t care. A flicker of tongue to my trapped lip signaled her acceptance of my surrender and in a heartbeat, she was utterly gentle, her weight pressing into me as she curled up atop my larger body.

“The weird shit you bring up in me,” Helena mused softly as she settled her head under my chin and sighed. It gave me a chance to touch her for the sole purpose of exploration, marveling at the smooth and hairless plane of her back and upper arms. Even the tiny, tiny little hairs that decorated her were virtually invisible and undetectable by touch. Except for her skull and genitals and a couple spots where there were slightly rough patches where she shaved. “Why did you do that?”

“It’s a social animal thing, y’know, pack hierarchy? I need to know who’s in command and you’re better suited to it than I. So I showed my throat and my instincts are satisfied. Yours too, I hope.”

“I won’t abuse your trust.”

“I know. We should sleep more, we’re not done healing yet.”

“Why do you think she came in here? Not that I’m complaining,” Helena mused as, with a tug of tail and a looped arm, Barbara’s somnolent body was tucked along my side and I could breathe in their combined scents.

“Because she can’t stay away from you,” I answered her in total seriousness. “I just kinda helped trigger you two off.”

“Really?”

“You sound nervous.”

“This is gonna make things weird with her.”

“It’s better for you both than constant denial, now sleep and we’ll all talk later.”

“’Kay,” Helena murmured and snuggled into me to relax fully. Utterly at peace with my lovers, I slept.

To Be Continued…

Perhaps this tune has a bit too much of ‘true love’ overtones than I honestly see with Ro and her new women. She adores them, she truly does, but her heart already belongs to someone she lost… but will hopefully regain. However, Barbara and Helena really mean something special to her now, and nothing will change that. So maybe the song works after all.

Crazy For This Girl

Evan and Jaron

She rolls the window down

And she talks over the sound

Of the cars that pass us by

And I don’t know why

But she's changed my mind

Would you look at her as she looks at me

She’s got me thinkin’ about her constantly

But she don't know how I feel

And as she carries on without a doubt

I wonder if she’s figured out

I’m crazy for this girl

She was the one to hold me

The night the sky fell down

And what was I thinkin’ when

The world didn't end

Why didn’t I know then what I know now

And right now

Face to face all my fears

Pushed aside and right now

I’m ready to spend

The rest of my life with you

 

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