The Other Wife 10/12: Mother's Milk
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seriousficTitle: Mother’s Milk
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Kory, Tim/Steph
Word Count: 4,527
Series: The Other Wife
Warning: Erotic lactation. Yes, I know, I know, but considering the subject matter of this series I think I’ve shown remarkable restraint in not Going There before now. And, you know, they totally wouldand probably already have.
Summary: Kory gets a look at her future while considering letting go of the past.
Month 7
Month 7 - February - Mother's Milk
Tim walked Kory from the Clocktower to her apartment with Donna. They took a bus, Tim’s hand dipped into his sweatshirt’s pocket to hold his bo staff in case he needed to telescope it out and defend Kory. She smiled at his serious-minded paranoia, reminded of Dick when they’d first met. She told Tim so. He smiled.
Kory was incognito, with a bonnet hiding her hair and sunglasses covering her eyes. As most Gothamites resolutely practiced looking at their shoes, no one recognized her.
“So, hey,” Tim was saying, “stop me if I offend you or anything, but is it true that you… and Dick… and Barbara…”
The memory surged up in Kory, stiffening her body. “Yessss,” she said lasciviously.
“Whoa.”
“Yes.” Kory grinned. “Very ‘whoa’.”
“Because, uh, there’s this girl I like, and this other girl I like, that she likes too, the other girl that I like I mean.” Tim was blushing furiously by now. “So how would you suggest that we go about… liking each other?”
“I’m afraid I cannot help you there. Barbara arranged it.”
“Oh. Double whoa.” Tim shook his head. “I love Steph, don’t tell her I said that, but sometimes I really wish Barbara had a younger sister. Or a clone or something. I mean, she’s like the perfect woman! Smart, beautiful, sexually experimental…”
Kory breathed through her nose. “Yes. Quite.”
“Something wrong?”
“Nothing. That’s exactly why I was drawn to her. But she has her downsides. She can be…” Kory glowered. “Shrewish.”
“Nah, not Barbara.”
“Yes, she can. She can be judgmental and selfish and a prude. And she steals boyfriends!”
“She… does?”
“Before your time.” Kory shook her head. “Don’t listen to me. Here, feel the baby kick.”
She guided Tim’s hand to her stomach. He had a more nimble touch than Dick’s, not as experienced or pleasing, but she could tell he had potential. Steph was a very lucky woman. So was Steph’s friend.
Tim felt an impact against his palm. “Dang. When does she start making field goals?”
“The due date’s in April. She gets that kick from her father, you know.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. It’s a side-kick.”
Tim laughed politely.
“That was Gar’s joke, not mine. It was funnier when he said it.”
“I believe you.”
They reached their stop and Tim led her, like a pint-size Secret Service man, into her hotel. The royalists had been given faulty information and attacked the next building over, leaving Kory’s building mostly unscathed. Ironically enough, all the destruction had managed to disperse the paparazzi stalking Kory. Just in case, Tim raised his hood and threw on his sunglasses. He doubted anyone would recognize The Face of No Man’s Land after all this time, but there was no point taking chances. He really was enjoying his lack of a celebrity status, with most of the “buzz” over Bruce adopting him dying down when he turned out to be a studious, college-bound bore who looked just alright in a tux.
What little damage had been done to the hotel had rendered the elevators unsafe. So they walked into the stairwell. Kory listened closely, then put her arms around Tim, cradling him to her chest. Tim had flown with Kon and Cassie enough times to know what was coming next. The expectant woman coiled her legs and took off, propelling them upward with a fiery contrail at their back. She leapfrogged onto their floor and set Tim down, smiling at his wobbliness.
“You’re pretty fast,” he said. “Never seen that kind of acceleration before.” He thought of Bart. “At least, not with such control.”
“You should see me when I don’t have” she patted her stomach. “I flew circles around fighter jets. Once, Nightwing borrowed the Batwing and I flew outside it… we did a few maneuvers… never did manage to find my clothes.” She shook her head, trying to dispel the dryness of her mouth. “That was a long time ago.”
She slid her keycard through the electronic lock and her apartment door gaped open. Tim followed her in, shedding his jacket onto the back of a couch. He was fascinated by all the Greco-Roman influence on the furniture. Not all of the possessions were unpacked and that just provoked his curiosity further.
“Donna?” Kory called. “Donna, love, are you home?” She found a Post-It note above the phone. “She’s helping. I love her so. My courageous Amazon.”
Tim dipped into a cardboard box and came up with a bubble-wrapped urn, Wonder Woman fighting beasts painted onto it. After a quick look, he carefully returned it to its place.
Kory was flittering through the room, opening up curtains. At last, she collapsed exhausted onto a love seat. In a type of communion, she felt her stomach and closed her eyes. Tim, not sure if his services were still required, walked the room, examining the furnishings. Cassie’s mom, an archaeologist, would give a hand to spend an hour in here. All the relics of ancient Greece, reconstructed and no older than your average television set!
“Timothy,” Kory said softly.
“Yes?”
“Do you think Dick loves me?”
Tim uncomfortably scratched his ear. “We don’t really talk about it. I mean, I bring it up… tease him, really… but he’s really serious about it.”
“He says he doesn’t.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
“Could you get me the bucket from the refrigerator? And a tall glass of water?”
Happy to have something to do, Tim nodded and hurried to the kitchen. There was a big bucket on the bottom of the fridge, its contents red and viscous with some clotted clouding on the surface. He got it out… heavy… and brought it to Kory. She smiled at him in thanks, even kissed his hand, then reached into the liquid until she came up with something like a kumquat. She ate it, moaning at the taste.
“A Tamaranian delicacy. Donna grew it for me. Exceptionally difficult to grow. The Tamaranian day is longer than Earth’s, and this needs all the sunlight it can get. So she had to rig up these sunlamps at night…”
Kory put her hand back into the bucket, stirring it. “Dick’s body loves me. It sings sonnets to me every time I walk into the room. It’s his mind that gets in the way. Why is it that you men always let your heads keep you from what you really want?”
Tim brought her a glass of water and she took it with her other hand. “I guess we just… try to do the right thing. It’s hard, but it’s better than being an animal.”
Kory was drifting to sleep, the pregnancy making her drowsy. Tim fluffed a cushion and put it between her head and the couch’s armrest. She smiled thankfully. Kissed his hand again.
“If only I had come to Earth a decade later. You would’ve made a great boyfriend.”
“I suppose so.”
“Does Steph kiss you a lot?”
Tim seemed unsure whether to blush or grin, so he sat down. “Whenever she sees me.”
“Good. You know, Dick and Barbara can go entire conversations without kissing? Without even touching. When Dick and I were a couple, we always touched. We would sit next to each other, in each others’ laps, in each others’ arms… those were good times.”
“He thought so too. When I joined Young Justice, he would go on and on about how cool it was to have your own team of friends, like being in a club with a really awesome treehouse. I think those were his exact words.”
“Our treehouse was a building shaped like a T.” Kory pulled her hand out of the stew and licked her fingers. “The por’ll’rx soup also works through skin contact. On Tamaran, we would have grand feasts with twelve courses, and throughout the dinner we would rest one hand in the chilled por’ll’rx, letting our body warm it. And at the end of each course we would eat one of the beans.” Kory took another of the kumquat-things out and swallowed it whole. “Would you like to try one?”
Tim’s mind boggled. How many times did you get to sample alien cuisine? Unless you counted Slobo’s cooking, and that didn’t count as cooking.
He knelt down next to her. She gestured for him to open his mouth and he did. Gently, she placed a smallish bean on his tongue. Then closed his mouth for him. He chewed. The food was tough, but each bite brought out a burst of flavor. Every moment it was in his mouth it turned tangier, until he swallowed it. Kory gave him her glass of water.
“Spicy, is it not? But delicious.” Kory moved up on the couch, jiggling her breasts and pushing more of her hair down as a second pillow. “Like me.”
“You want me to get you a blanket?”
“Yes, please.”
Tim found one in the closet with the hotel’s logo on it. He draped it over Kory, marveling at how obvious her swelled belly was through it. Kory closed her eyes.
“Could you do me a favor, little Robin? Stay with me a while. You can watch the TV or anything, I won’t wake up, but stay until I’m dreaming, or until Donna returns. It’s been a while since I’ve made a friend as nice as you.”
Feeling unexpectedly tender, Tim ran his hand along Kory’s brow until the hair was out of her lovely face. “Yeah. Sure. I don’t have to go on patrol until six.”
“Thank you. Dick should be proud to have someone like you carrying on his legacy.”
“He is,” Tim said warmly as he sat down in a nearby easy chair.
For no particular reason, he called Steph and talked with her longer than he had in weeks. From time to time his gaze would wander from the many artifacts of the apartment to Kory’s body, to check up on her. Her rhythmic breathing proved hypnotic and he fell asleep, hands folded across his lap.
He woke up to a hand rubbing his chest sensually, long fingernails teasing his nipples through his shirt. He giggled; it tickled.
“Kory, stop that.”
“Kory!?” Steph jumped into his lap, waking him with an OOF! “Thought police, bub, you’re under arrest.”
Tim looked to the sofa. Kory was gone, the bucket empty. “Hey, where’d… never mind.”
“Donna picked her up. They’re in the bedroom, say no more, and you’re ten minutes late for patrol.“
Tim stood up so quickly he knocked Steph to the ground. “Damn! My costume…”
“Easy, tiger. I brought it.” Steph pointed to a duffel bag on the coffee table. “Yes, I know, I am the best girlfriend ever.”
Tim unzipped it, finding the red tunic and green Kevlar in perfect order. He was about to start undressing when he remembered Steph was in the room, albeit flat on her back on the floor.
“Do you mind?”
Steph craned her head to look at him, upside-down. “Not at all. Although a stripper pole would be nice. Maybe next time.” She pulled a twenty from her pocket and waved it around. “Work it really good and I might even let you into the champagne room.”
***
Kory woke up slowly, to Donna’s stroking presence along and astride her body. When she lifted her head, Donna was pursed at the juncture of her legs, arms holding her up, head over Kory’s belly. She kissed Kory’s belly button, sweetly.
“Donna,” Kory greeted, moving a hand to run along Donna’s face. “I missed you.”
Donna kissed Kory’s stomach again and Kory pulled up her shirt, exposing more skin to kiss.
“I have good news,” Donna said, as she licked down the curve of Kory’s pregnancy.
“News good enough to celebrate?” Kory asked coyly with a quirk of her eyebrow. Her hands clutched Donna’s clothes and tugged them off, to the Amazon’s delight.
Now clad only in her bra and panties, Donna clambered over Kory on all fours until her washboard-flat stomach was sliding over Kory’s baby bump. “Very much so.”
Donna’s hands paced beside Kory’s body, moving the brunette further over her like a moon eclipsing the sun. Kory peeled more of her shirt up, letting it bunch up over the nipples of her swollen cleavage. Donna ran her lips from side to side in the thin space between stomach and the underside of Kory’s breasts. She moved her face into Kory’s décolletage, dark hair brushing over the sides of Kory’s breasts.
“Dick wants us to raise Mar’i,” Donna whispered into Kory’s heart. She took hold of Kory’s breasts, squeezed and massaged them until a thin line of milk slid down the underside of one heaving breast.
Kory was oblivious to her own lactation, so lost was she in Donna’s revelation. “He… that’s great news,” Kory said, sounding uncertain.
Donna slid down alongside Kory, drawing her onto her side as well, so they were facing each other on their sides. With blazing zeal in her eyes, Donna squeezed her lover’s breasts. “Think of it, Kor. We’re going to be parents!” The stream of milk began to gush, spraying on Donna's belly between her undergarments. The liquid was surprisingly warm after the chill of the Gotham night. It trickled down to Donna’s pelvis, then under her panties.
“But… I mean, he won’t…”
Donna was beyond listening, She had discovered the milk with her fingers and brought it from her belly to her lips, where she tasted it. Her lips smacked lewdly. “He’s going to sign over all paternity rights to us. Wayne’s lawyers are drawing up the contract now.“ Donna trembled. “Do that again.”
Kory dutifully squeezed out more milk. She could see, and hear, the lactation wet the beautiful flesh. It spread over Donna like a second skin, painting her white as the moon. Despite her body’s physical arousal, it was with a bit of a whimper in her voice that she asked “And… Barbara?”
Donna's eyes were big, her fingers trembling as she ladled the milk she’d caught between her ruby lips. “I got the impression she thinks it’ll save their marriage.” Donna stooped to kiss Kory and share the taste of mother’s milk, but was surprised to find that the stricken alien didn’t return her passion. “Isn’t that good news, Kor?”
Kory’s jaw set. She didn’t need Dick. To hell with him and his ‘wife,’ she had Donna. Donna, who could do things with her tongue that put Dick to shame, whose warrior’s swagger never failed to inflame Kory with its athleticism and delicacy, who had long and dexterous fingers with short fingernails, who was utterly devoted… who loved Kory.
“Yes, it is. Wonderful news.” Kory took hold of her breasts as she lifted herself over Donna, hovering there with her hair crackling in the nonexistence wind. “I only started producing milk a week ago… I want you to be the first to experience it.”
Kory thrilled to ecstasy to release a hot spurt of milk over Donna’s stomach.
"Oh!" Donna gasped, feeling milk splash over her skin. Her mouth stayed open in surprise, which collapsed into amusement.
Kory squeezed her breasts with whitened knuckles, sending hot milk up Donna’s stomach and over her cleavage. Donna’s O of surprise widened; she cupped her tits and offered them to the rain pouring down on her.
Kory laughed in delight as she soaked Donna’s luscious body until it was glistening. She slowly worked down Donna's body, decorating her with the breast milk, feeling the thrill of her nipples straining. Donna’s breasts glowed palely, and Kory paused to lick them.
But Donna pushed her back. With a feverish cry, she clutched Kory’s breasts, adding her own force to Kory’s milking. Kory threw her head back and cried out. Her milk ran down over Donna’s belly, gelling the hard abdominals..
"On the sexually mature… oh!... Tamaranian milk is a… oh X’Hal!" gasped Kory, wild-eyed. Donna's body was covered by a blanket of milk now, pale and wet. "A potent aphrodisiac! Oh, Donna!"
“Is that so?” Donna asked with a sly grin, squeezing some more out to run down over her hands.
Kory pried Donna’s hands away from her breasts and pressed them down against the headboard domineeringly. “Useful for maintaining mates when we start to lose our sex appeal.”
“So it’s a vestigial function, then? Like an appendix?”
Kory straddled Donna, a certain gleam in her eyes. Fuck Dick, if he didn’t want to be a part of this. “Oh, I think you’ll agree that it’s far more fun than an appendix. I’ve seen Tamaranians hopped up on milk have ten orgasms before they collapsed.” Kory stroked Donna’s cheek. “And that’s just the men. Watch, Donna. Watch my tits."
She pinched her nipples and milk hit Donna’s stomach hotly. Maybe it was a placebo, but Donna drew in her breath as she felt the blood rushing through her body. Kory squeezed tighter, forcing the milk out harder, and the stream crept up Donna’s body.
Milk soaked the soft, satiny flesh of Donna’s tits and Donna dipped her chin to watch. Her hands moved to her breasts, massaging the milk into them. She began to pant softly as she felt the milk run down her belly and over her sides.
“Did I mention it can work through skin contact?” Kory smirked.
It did. Donna could feel it. The milk was like self-heating body oil, turning everything it touched into a new erogenous zone.
"Play with your tits, Donna," Kory ordered.
She pulled hard on her nipples, sending a tactile cacophony of new sensations through her body as her breasts stretched toward Kory. Kory watched approvingly as Donna released her breasts, letting them return to their natural, very pleasant shape.
Donna grabbed Kory’s thighs where they were clamped over her own and began to rock them against her, jostling the Tamaranian. Kory remained torturously resolute in not letting Donna get off that way, using her flight ability to remain crucially out of contact with Donna’s sex. Instead, she wiped a hand over Donna’s midriff and then let some of the milk drip onto Donna’s clit. The liquid warmth brought a delighted moan from Donna’s lips. Kory licked her lips slowly at Donna’s reaction.
“My face, Kor, please… in my mouth. Taste you…” Donna mumbled, as if losing control of her vocal cords.
Like she’d done with Dick. Predictable, really. After all Kory’s interest in eating Barbara out and sucking Dick off, Donna adopting her oral fixation. And why shouldn’t she? It was just one more reason she didn’t need the Graysons and their prudery.
“Donna, you love me, don’t you?” Kory asked.
Donna was more insistently prodding Kory’s hips, making her rock back and forth atop her. “Of course I do.”
“And a person really only needs one person to love them.”
“Of course. But you’ll still have Dick… as a friend…” Donna rubbed Kory’s stomach. “And you’ll have your daughter. Our daughter.”
“But you won’t stop loving me, will you?” Kory asked. “Just because someone else comes along…”
“Of course not.”
“I love you, Donna,” Kory said as she milked her breasts.
Donna felt the first few drops hit her chin. Then the stream moved upward, teasing her lips like the first few bites of a rich chocolate cake. She stuck out the very tip of her tongue. Her sex was throbbing out of control as the taste hit her, sweet and delicious and oh so very Kory, the same juicy sweetness as her lips and her cunt. With a moan, she opened her mouth… wide. Kory giggled lewdly and gave her what wanted.
Donna shook under Kory as the Tamaranian laughed. She began to swallow, gulping wetly. Milk spattered against her lips and cheeks and nose as she turned her face from side to side, glorifying in it. It dripped off her chin, ran down her neck and shoulders, wiry arms and slender back, turning Donna’s body into one orgasmic nerve ending.
Donna felt her body glowing, her heart radiant. Could there be any doubt, after Kory had shared this with her, that her perseverance and understanding had finally paid off? Kory had outgrown her silly, schoolgirl crush and embraced her real love. It was like the end of a romance movie, only real.
Donna wiggled out from under Kory until she was sitting with her back to the headboard. Her entire body was tingling with newfound sensitivity, but she only had one thing in mind. She spread her legs wide, until her feet were dangling off either side of the bed. "Here," she said lovingly, pulling her labia wide with her fingers.
Kory grinned at her, squeezing her breasts. How could she have been so blind to this wonderful woman, her match in every way that mattered, lacking only in a phallus and nostalgia, both of which could be improvised.
But it’s Dick that would really make this perfect a small voice whispered in her ear. You could still have him, if you wanted him. If he was inseparable from Barbara, why would he give his manhood to your lips?
Kory squelched that thought quickly. She could be content with Donna. She didn’t need to keep chasing an impossible dream to be happy. Every time she’d thought of how right and true her relationship with Dick had been, she’d been wrong. It was as simple as that.
Grinning down at her with a confidence she didn’t feel, Kory stepped between her knees and spread them apart. She fondled herself harder, until milk drenched the soft hair of Donna. Donna’s hips jerked upward spastically as milk splattered her cunt. It felt like liquid silk was pouring over her labia, touching every inch of her.
Donna slowly ground her ass in a circle, raising it higher and higher until she was holding her legs back with her elbows and spreading her asscheeks with her hands. "Or would you rather fuck my ass?" she asked, her voice choked with lust. "You can milk anywhere you want, just milk all over me! On my breasts, my face, my cunt, everywhere!”
“I said it was potent,” Kory muttered. X’Hal, is that what I sound like when I orgasm?
Donna dug one hand’s fingers into an asscheek, but put the other’s back on her cunt. "Goddamn right it’s potent!”
Donna’s wild arousal entranced Kory. The alien drove a finger, lubricated with mother’s milk, into Donna’s asshole. It was impossibly tight and warm. Donna let out a gasp as the nerves of her anus tingled with both the penetration and the drugged arousal.
"You could make me come just by doing that!" she cooed. "But you're making my cunt so hot! Cool down my hot cunt! Cool it down with your milk!"
But wouldn’t it be so much better if it was your lips sucking your milk off Dick’s body, just before he rammed himself into your cunt and made you scream his name? It was Komand'r’s voice, the voice of her evil sister, taunting her as it had for so many years. Kory pushed it out of her mind. She had stopped loving Dick and that was the end of it. The matter was settled. She was in love with Donna.
With her free hand, Kory groped her breast and spurted milk on Donna’s clit. Donna began working her fingers deep into her own cunt, Kory’s milk adding fuel to her roaring fire. Kory squeezed hard enough to hurt and the milk came in a strong stream, stinging the sensitive lips of Donna’s sex and causing the Amazon to jerk her hips upward toward Kory in a desperation of coitus.
Imagine how good it would be if Dick were meeting her. If Barbara were watching.
Kory jammed another finger into Donna’s ass as her milk ran over Donna’s inner thighs and pistoning hands. The milk matted Donna’s pubic hair, ran along the crack of her ass. Made her gasp and shout and moan.
"Ooooh, Aphrodite! Kory, Kory, KORY! I want your hot milk all over me!"
Donna’s inner thighs gleamed in milk, her entire body throbbed in sympathy with her drenched cunt, which received the latest injection like an adrenaline rush. Tearing one hand away from her sex, she attended to her burning nipples, her hand darting from one to the other to pull and twist her erect peaks.
"My breasts!" she screamed. "Milk on my breasts, too!"
Kory switched breasts and milked up Donna’s stomach.
Donna settled for bumping her cunt against that of the woman straddling her as she brought both hands to her cleavage, squeezed her tits together. Kory milked on her nipples, making them sting in a way that was more pleasant than Donna would’ve believed.
Satisfied there, Donna’s hands returned to her cunt. One hand between her leg, the other at her clit. She was so close she could taste it, so close she couldn’t stand it. If she didn’t orgasm, she’d die.
The steam slowed and lost force, dribbling down her body until Kory sent one final gush on her navel. The last squirts shot onto Donna's dark pubic hair and cascaded down. Kory’s nipples were capped with the last few drops. She stared down at Donna with alien eyes. Then gave a cry of delight and fell on top of Donna's body, hugging her, the body-warm milk serving as a stimulant between their bodies.
This was what Kory wanted! Needed! Not Dick, not Barbara, not anyone but her true love, her single and monogamous partner, the mother of her child…
Kory's sex rubbed against Donna’s cunt and pumping knuckles like a match being struck. Donna surged up, crazed with the act. The girls clung together, Donna with one arm wrapped around Kory’s back, both wallowing in Kory's milk, rising in ecstasy. A single orgasm was split across two bodes.
"Dick!" Kory screamed, her entire body warmed. Then clamped her mouth shut in shame.
Donna, far beyond the point of hearing, reveled in the tight body lock and the mother’s milk that sealed them together. She worked off her spasms grunting animalistically. Then everything faded into the sweet afterglow.
As her orgasm began to fade, she let her ass thump weakly back down to the mattress. She pulled her fingers from her cunt with the utmost reluctant, dragging them through her milk-soaked pussy hair. Finally, there she lay in sprawled lewdness, arms flung outward, chest heaving, legs still apart, breathing heavily. Her body quivered with excitement even thought her orgasm had long since left.
Kory rolled off of her and laid back, her big luscious body smeared with her own lactation, her thighs wet with something else. It was hopeless. Even then, when she thought of love, she thought of Dick. But it wasn’t as if he’d leave Barbara. So she’d make do. And Donna would be happy. And she would be happy. Not as happy as she could be, but who was?
Donna rolled on top of her, still flush from the milk’s aftereffects. “Again.”
Kory pulled Donna down toward her sex, a direction her lover was eager to take. “I love you, Donna. And only you.”
“I love you too,” Donna said, before she demonstrated.
Month 8
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Kory, Tim/Steph
Word Count: 4,527
Series: The Other Wife
Warning: Erotic lactation. Yes, I know, I know, but considering the subject matter of this series I think I’ve shown remarkable restraint in not Going There before now. And, you know, they totally would
Summary: Kory gets a look at her future while considering letting go of the past.
Month 7
Month 7 - February - Mother's Milk
Tim walked Kory from the Clocktower to her apartment with Donna. They took a bus, Tim’s hand dipped into his sweatshirt’s pocket to hold his bo staff in case he needed to telescope it out and defend Kory. She smiled at his serious-minded paranoia, reminded of Dick when they’d first met. She told Tim so. He smiled.
Kory was incognito, with a bonnet hiding her hair and sunglasses covering her eyes. As most Gothamites resolutely practiced looking at their shoes, no one recognized her.
“So, hey,” Tim was saying, “stop me if I offend you or anything, but is it true that you… and Dick… and Barbara…”
The memory surged up in Kory, stiffening her body. “Yessss,” she said lasciviously.
“Whoa.”
“Yes.” Kory grinned. “Very ‘whoa’.”
“Because, uh, there’s this girl I like, and this other girl I like, that she likes too, the other girl that I like I mean.” Tim was blushing furiously by now. “So how would you suggest that we go about… liking each other?”
“I’m afraid I cannot help you there. Barbara arranged it.”
“Oh. Double whoa.” Tim shook his head. “I love Steph, don’t tell her I said that, but sometimes I really wish Barbara had a younger sister. Or a clone or something. I mean, she’s like the perfect woman! Smart, beautiful, sexually experimental…”
Kory breathed through her nose. “Yes. Quite.”
“Something wrong?”
“Nothing. That’s exactly why I was drawn to her. But she has her downsides. She can be…” Kory glowered. “Shrewish.”
“Nah, not Barbara.”
“Yes, she can. She can be judgmental and selfish and a prude. And she steals boyfriends!”
“She… does?”
“Before your time.” Kory shook her head. “Don’t listen to me. Here, feel the baby kick.”
She guided Tim’s hand to her stomach. He had a more nimble touch than Dick’s, not as experienced or pleasing, but she could tell he had potential. Steph was a very lucky woman. So was Steph’s friend.
Tim felt an impact against his palm. “Dang. When does she start making field goals?”
“The due date’s in April. She gets that kick from her father, you know.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. It’s a side-kick.”
Tim laughed politely.
“That was Gar’s joke, not mine. It was funnier when he said it.”
“I believe you.”
They reached their stop and Tim led her, like a pint-size Secret Service man, into her hotel. The royalists had been given faulty information and attacked the next building over, leaving Kory’s building mostly unscathed. Ironically enough, all the destruction had managed to disperse the paparazzi stalking Kory. Just in case, Tim raised his hood and threw on his sunglasses. He doubted anyone would recognize The Face of No Man’s Land after all this time, but there was no point taking chances. He really was enjoying his lack of a celebrity status, with most of the “buzz” over Bruce adopting him dying down when he turned out to be a studious, college-bound bore who looked just alright in a tux.
What little damage had been done to the hotel had rendered the elevators unsafe. So they walked into the stairwell. Kory listened closely, then put her arms around Tim, cradling him to her chest. Tim had flown with Kon and Cassie enough times to know what was coming next. The expectant woman coiled her legs and took off, propelling them upward with a fiery contrail at their back. She leapfrogged onto their floor and set Tim down, smiling at his wobbliness.
“You’re pretty fast,” he said. “Never seen that kind of acceleration before.” He thought of Bart. “At least, not with such control.”
“You should see me when I don’t have” she patted her stomach. “I flew circles around fighter jets. Once, Nightwing borrowed the Batwing and I flew outside it… we did a few maneuvers… never did manage to find my clothes.” She shook her head, trying to dispel the dryness of her mouth. “That was a long time ago.”
She slid her keycard through the electronic lock and her apartment door gaped open. Tim followed her in, shedding his jacket onto the back of a couch. He was fascinated by all the Greco-Roman influence on the furniture. Not all of the possessions were unpacked and that just provoked his curiosity further.
“Donna?” Kory called. “Donna, love, are you home?” She found a Post-It note above the phone. “She’s helping. I love her so. My courageous Amazon.”
Tim dipped into a cardboard box and came up with a bubble-wrapped urn, Wonder Woman fighting beasts painted onto it. After a quick look, he carefully returned it to its place.
Kory was flittering through the room, opening up curtains. At last, she collapsed exhausted onto a love seat. In a type of communion, she felt her stomach and closed her eyes. Tim, not sure if his services were still required, walked the room, examining the furnishings. Cassie’s mom, an archaeologist, would give a hand to spend an hour in here. All the relics of ancient Greece, reconstructed and no older than your average television set!
“Timothy,” Kory said softly.
“Yes?”
“Do you think Dick loves me?”
Tim uncomfortably scratched his ear. “We don’t really talk about it. I mean, I bring it up… tease him, really… but he’s really serious about it.”
“He says he doesn’t.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
“Could you get me the bucket from the refrigerator? And a tall glass of water?”
Happy to have something to do, Tim nodded and hurried to the kitchen. There was a big bucket on the bottom of the fridge, its contents red and viscous with some clotted clouding on the surface. He got it out… heavy… and brought it to Kory. She smiled at him in thanks, even kissed his hand, then reached into the liquid until she came up with something like a kumquat. She ate it, moaning at the taste.
“A Tamaranian delicacy. Donna grew it for me. Exceptionally difficult to grow. The Tamaranian day is longer than Earth’s, and this needs all the sunlight it can get. So she had to rig up these sunlamps at night…”
Kory put her hand back into the bucket, stirring it. “Dick’s body loves me. It sings sonnets to me every time I walk into the room. It’s his mind that gets in the way. Why is it that you men always let your heads keep you from what you really want?”
Tim brought her a glass of water and she took it with her other hand. “I guess we just… try to do the right thing. It’s hard, but it’s better than being an animal.”
Kory was drifting to sleep, the pregnancy making her drowsy. Tim fluffed a cushion and put it between her head and the couch’s armrest. She smiled thankfully. Kissed his hand again.
“If only I had come to Earth a decade later. You would’ve made a great boyfriend.”
“I suppose so.”
“Does Steph kiss you a lot?”
Tim seemed unsure whether to blush or grin, so he sat down. “Whenever she sees me.”
“Good. You know, Dick and Barbara can go entire conversations without kissing? Without even touching. When Dick and I were a couple, we always touched. We would sit next to each other, in each others’ laps, in each others’ arms… those were good times.”
“He thought so too. When I joined Young Justice, he would go on and on about how cool it was to have your own team of friends, like being in a club with a really awesome treehouse. I think those were his exact words.”
“Our treehouse was a building shaped like a T.” Kory pulled her hand out of the stew and licked her fingers. “The por’ll’rx soup also works through skin contact. On Tamaran, we would have grand feasts with twelve courses, and throughout the dinner we would rest one hand in the chilled por’ll’rx, letting our body warm it. And at the end of each course we would eat one of the beans.” Kory took another of the kumquat-things out and swallowed it whole. “Would you like to try one?”
Tim’s mind boggled. How many times did you get to sample alien cuisine? Unless you counted Slobo’s cooking, and that didn’t count as cooking.
He knelt down next to her. She gestured for him to open his mouth and he did. Gently, she placed a smallish bean on his tongue. Then closed his mouth for him. He chewed. The food was tough, but each bite brought out a burst of flavor. Every moment it was in his mouth it turned tangier, until he swallowed it. Kory gave him her glass of water.
“Spicy, is it not? But delicious.” Kory moved up on the couch, jiggling her breasts and pushing more of her hair down as a second pillow. “Like me.”
“You want me to get you a blanket?”
“Yes, please.”
Tim found one in the closet with the hotel’s logo on it. He draped it over Kory, marveling at how obvious her swelled belly was through it. Kory closed her eyes.
“Could you do me a favor, little Robin? Stay with me a while. You can watch the TV or anything, I won’t wake up, but stay until I’m dreaming, or until Donna returns. It’s been a while since I’ve made a friend as nice as you.”
Feeling unexpectedly tender, Tim ran his hand along Kory’s brow until the hair was out of her lovely face. “Yeah. Sure. I don’t have to go on patrol until six.”
“Thank you. Dick should be proud to have someone like you carrying on his legacy.”
“He is,” Tim said warmly as he sat down in a nearby easy chair.
For no particular reason, he called Steph and talked with her longer than he had in weeks. From time to time his gaze would wander from the many artifacts of the apartment to Kory’s body, to check up on her. Her rhythmic breathing proved hypnotic and he fell asleep, hands folded across his lap.
He woke up to a hand rubbing his chest sensually, long fingernails teasing his nipples through his shirt. He giggled; it tickled.
“Kory, stop that.”
“Kory!?” Steph jumped into his lap, waking him with an OOF! “Thought police, bub, you’re under arrest.”
Tim looked to the sofa. Kory was gone, the bucket empty. “Hey, where’d… never mind.”
“Donna picked her up. They’re in the bedroom, say no more, and you’re ten minutes late for patrol.“
Tim stood up so quickly he knocked Steph to the ground. “Damn! My costume…”
“Easy, tiger. I brought it.” Steph pointed to a duffel bag on the coffee table. “Yes, I know, I am the best girlfriend ever.”
Tim unzipped it, finding the red tunic and green Kevlar in perfect order. He was about to start undressing when he remembered Steph was in the room, albeit flat on her back on the floor.
“Do you mind?”
Steph craned her head to look at him, upside-down. “Not at all. Although a stripper pole would be nice. Maybe next time.” She pulled a twenty from her pocket and waved it around. “Work it really good and I might even let you into the champagne room.”
***
Kory woke up slowly, to Donna’s stroking presence along and astride her body. When she lifted her head, Donna was pursed at the juncture of her legs, arms holding her up, head over Kory’s belly. She kissed Kory’s belly button, sweetly.
“Donna,” Kory greeted, moving a hand to run along Donna’s face. “I missed you.”
Donna kissed Kory’s stomach again and Kory pulled up her shirt, exposing more skin to kiss.
“I have good news,” Donna said, as she licked down the curve of Kory’s pregnancy.
“News good enough to celebrate?” Kory asked coyly with a quirk of her eyebrow. Her hands clutched Donna’s clothes and tugged them off, to the Amazon’s delight.
Now clad only in her bra and panties, Donna clambered over Kory on all fours until her washboard-flat stomach was sliding over Kory’s baby bump. “Very much so.”
Donna’s hands paced beside Kory’s body, moving the brunette further over her like a moon eclipsing the sun. Kory peeled more of her shirt up, letting it bunch up over the nipples of her swollen cleavage. Donna ran her lips from side to side in the thin space between stomach and the underside of Kory’s breasts. She moved her face into Kory’s décolletage, dark hair brushing over the sides of Kory’s breasts.
“Dick wants us to raise Mar’i,” Donna whispered into Kory’s heart. She took hold of Kory’s breasts, squeezed and massaged them until a thin line of milk slid down the underside of one heaving breast.
Kory was oblivious to her own lactation, so lost was she in Donna’s revelation. “He… that’s great news,” Kory said, sounding uncertain.
Donna slid down alongside Kory, drawing her onto her side as well, so they were facing each other on their sides. With blazing zeal in her eyes, Donna squeezed her lover’s breasts. “Think of it, Kor. We’re going to be parents!” The stream of milk began to gush, spraying on Donna's belly between her undergarments. The liquid was surprisingly warm after the chill of the Gotham night. It trickled down to Donna’s pelvis, then under her panties.
“But… I mean, he won’t…”
Donna was beyond listening, She had discovered the milk with her fingers and brought it from her belly to her lips, where she tasted it. Her lips smacked lewdly. “He’s going to sign over all paternity rights to us. Wayne’s lawyers are drawing up the contract now.“ Donna trembled. “Do that again.”
Kory dutifully squeezed out more milk. She could see, and hear, the lactation wet the beautiful flesh. It spread over Donna like a second skin, painting her white as the moon. Despite her body’s physical arousal, it was with a bit of a whimper in her voice that she asked “And… Barbara?”
Donna's eyes were big, her fingers trembling as she ladled the milk she’d caught between her ruby lips. “I got the impression she thinks it’ll save their marriage.” Donna stooped to kiss Kory and share the taste of mother’s milk, but was surprised to find that the stricken alien didn’t return her passion. “Isn’t that good news, Kor?”
Kory’s jaw set. She didn’t need Dick. To hell with him and his ‘wife,’ she had Donna. Donna, who could do things with her tongue that put Dick to shame, whose warrior’s swagger never failed to inflame Kory with its athleticism and delicacy, who had long and dexterous fingers with short fingernails, who was utterly devoted… who loved Kory.
“Yes, it is. Wonderful news.” Kory took hold of her breasts as she lifted herself over Donna, hovering there with her hair crackling in the nonexistence wind. “I only started producing milk a week ago… I want you to be the first to experience it.”
Kory thrilled to ecstasy to release a hot spurt of milk over Donna’s stomach.
"Oh!" Donna gasped, feeling milk splash over her skin. Her mouth stayed open in surprise, which collapsed into amusement.
Kory squeezed her breasts with whitened knuckles, sending hot milk up Donna’s stomach and over her cleavage. Donna’s O of surprise widened; she cupped her tits and offered them to the rain pouring down on her.
Kory laughed in delight as she soaked Donna’s luscious body until it was glistening. She slowly worked down Donna's body, decorating her with the breast milk, feeling the thrill of her nipples straining. Donna’s breasts glowed palely, and Kory paused to lick them.
But Donna pushed her back. With a feverish cry, she clutched Kory’s breasts, adding her own force to Kory’s milking. Kory threw her head back and cried out. Her milk ran down over Donna’s belly, gelling the hard abdominals..
"On the sexually mature… oh!... Tamaranian milk is a… oh X’Hal!" gasped Kory, wild-eyed. Donna's body was covered by a blanket of milk now, pale and wet. "A potent aphrodisiac! Oh, Donna!"
“Is that so?” Donna asked with a sly grin, squeezing some more out to run down over her hands.
Kory pried Donna’s hands away from her breasts and pressed them down against the headboard domineeringly. “Useful for maintaining mates when we start to lose our sex appeal.”
“So it’s a vestigial function, then? Like an appendix?”
Kory straddled Donna, a certain gleam in her eyes. Fuck Dick, if he didn’t want to be a part of this. “Oh, I think you’ll agree that it’s far more fun than an appendix. I’ve seen Tamaranians hopped up on milk have ten orgasms before they collapsed.” Kory stroked Donna’s cheek. “And that’s just the men. Watch, Donna. Watch my tits."
She pinched her nipples and milk hit Donna’s stomach hotly. Maybe it was a placebo, but Donna drew in her breath as she felt the blood rushing through her body. Kory squeezed tighter, forcing the milk out harder, and the stream crept up Donna’s body.
Milk soaked the soft, satiny flesh of Donna’s tits and Donna dipped her chin to watch. Her hands moved to her breasts, massaging the milk into them. She began to pant softly as she felt the milk run down her belly and over her sides.
“Did I mention it can work through skin contact?” Kory smirked.
It did. Donna could feel it. The milk was like self-heating body oil, turning everything it touched into a new erogenous zone.
"Play with your tits, Donna," Kory ordered.
She pulled hard on her nipples, sending a tactile cacophony of new sensations through her body as her breasts stretched toward Kory. Kory watched approvingly as Donna released her breasts, letting them return to their natural, very pleasant shape.
Donna grabbed Kory’s thighs where they were clamped over her own and began to rock them against her, jostling the Tamaranian. Kory remained torturously resolute in not letting Donna get off that way, using her flight ability to remain crucially out of contact with Donna’s sex. Instead, she wiped a hand over Donna’s midriff and then let some of the milk drip onto Donna’s clit. The liquid warmth brought a delighted moan from Donna’s lips. Kory licked her lips slowly at Donna’s reaction.
“My face, Kor, please… in my mouth. Taste you…” Donna mumbled, as if losing control of her vocal cords.
Like she’d done with Dick. Predictable, really. After all Kory’s interest in eating Barbara out and sucking Dick off, Donna adopting her oral fixation. And why shouldn’t she? It was just one more reason she didn’t need the Graysons and their prudery.
“Donna, you love me, don’t you?” Kory asked.
Donna was more insistently prodding Kory’s hips, making her rock back and forth atop her. “Of course I do.”
“And a person really only needs one person to love them.”
“Of course. But you’ll still have Dick… as a friend…” Donna rubbed Kory’s stomach. “And you’ll have your daughter. Our daughter.”
“But you won’t stop loving me, will you?” Kory asked. “Just because someone else comes along…”
“Of course not.”
“I love you, Donna,” Kory said as she milked her breasts.
Donna felt the first few drops hit her chin. Then the stream moved upward, teasing her lips like the first few bites of a rich chocolate cake. She stuck out the very tip of her tongue. Her sex was throbbing out of control as the taste hit her, sweet and delicious and oh so very Kory, the same juicy sweetness as her lips and her cunt. With a moan, she opened her mouth… wide. Kory giggled lewdly and gave her what wanted.
Donna shook under Kory as the Tamaranian laughed. She began to swallow, gulping wetly. Milk spattered against her lips and cheeks and nose as she turned her face from side to side, glorifying in it. It dripped off her chin, ran down her neck and shoulders, wiry arms and slender back, turning Donna’s body into one orgasmic nerve ending.
Donna felt her body glowing, her heart radiant. Could there be any doubt, after Kory had shared this with her, that her perseverance and understanding had finally paid off? Kory had outgrown her silly, schoolgirl crush and embraced her real love. It was like the end of a romance movie, only real.
Donna wiggled out from under Kory until she was sitting with her back to the headboard. Her entire body was tingling with newfound sensitivity, but she only had one thing in mind. She spread her legs wide, until her feet were dangling off either side of the bed. "Here," she said lovingly, pulling her labia wide with her fingers.
Kory grinned at her, squeezing her breasts. How could she have been so blind to this wonderful woman, her match in every way that mattered, lacking only in a phallus and nostalgia, both of which could be improvised.
But it’s Dick that would really make this perfect a small voice whispered in her ear. You could still have him, if you wanted him. If he was inseparable from Barbara, why would he give his manhood to your lips?
Kory squelched that thought quickly. She could be content with Donna. She didn’t need to keep chasing an impossible dream to be happy. Every time she’d thought of how right and true her relationship with Dick had been, she’d been wrong. It was as simple as that.
Grinning down at her with a confidence she didn’t feel, Kory stepped between her knees and spread them apart. She fondled herself harder, until milk drenched the soft hair of Donna. Donna’s hips jerked upward spastically as milk splattered her cunt. It felt like liquid silk was pouring over her labia, touching every inch of her.
Donna slowly ground her ass in a circle, raising it higher and higher until she was holding her legs back with her elbows and spreading her asscheeks with her hands. "Or would you rather fuck my ass?" she asked, her voice choked with lust. "You can milk anywhere you want, just milk all over me! On my breasts, my face, my cunt, everywhere!”
“I said it was potent,” Kory muttered. X’Hal, is that what I sound like when I orgasm?
Donna dug one hand’s fingers into an asscheek, but put the other’s back on her cunt. "Goddamn right it’s potent!”
Donna’s wild arousal entranced Kory. The alien drove a finger, lubricated with mother’s milk, into Donna’s asshole. It was impossibly tight and warm. Donna let out a gasp as the nerves of her anus tingled with both the penetration and the drugged arousal.
"You could make me come just by doing that!" she cooed. "But you're making my cunt so hot! Cool down my hot cunt! Cool it down with your milk!"
But wouldn’t it be so much better if it was your lips sucking your milk off Dick’s body, just before he rammed himself into your cunt and made you scream his name? It was Komand'r’s voice, the voice of her evil sister, taunting her as it had for so many years. Kory pushed it out of her mind. She had stopped loving Dick and that was the end of it. The matter was settled. She was in love with Donna.
With her free hand, Kory groped her breast and spurted milk on Donna’s clit. Donna began working her fingers deep into her own cunt, Kory’s milk adding fuel to her roaring fire. Kory squeezed hard enough to hurt and the milk came in a strong stream, stinging the sensitive lips of Donna’s sex and causing the Amazon to jerk her hips upward toward Kory in a desperation of coitus.
Imagine how good it would be if Dick were meeting her. If Barbara were watching.
Kory jammed another finger into Donna’s ass as her milk ran over Donna’s inner thighs and pistoning hands. The milk matted Donna’s pubic hair, ran along the crack of her ass. Made her gasp and shout and moan.
"Ooooh, Aphrodite! Kory, Kory, KORY! I want your hot milk all over me!"
Donna’s inner thighs gleamed in milk, her entire body throbbed in sympathy with her drenched cunt, which received the latest injection like an adrenaline rush. Tearing one hand away from her sex, she attended to her burning nipples, her hand darting from one to the other to pull and twist her erect peaks.
"My breasts!" she screamed. "Milk on my breasts, too!"
Kory switched breasts and milked up Donna’s stomach.
Donna settled for bumping her cunt against that of the woman straddling her as she brought both hands to her cleavage, squeezed her tits together. Kory milked on her nipples, making them sting in a way that was more pleasant than Donna would’ve believed.
Satisfied there, Donna’s hands returned to her cunt. One hand between her leg, the other at her clit. She was so close she could taste it, so close she couldn’t stand it. If she didn’t orgasm, she’d die.
The steam slowed and lost force, dribbling down her body until Kory sent one final gush on her navel. The last squirts shot onto Donna's dark pubic hair and cascaded down. Kory’s nipples were capped with the last few drops. She stared down at Donna with alien eyes. Then gave a cry of delight and fell on top of Donna's body, hugging her, the body-warm milk serving as a stimulant between their bodies.
This was what Kory wanted! Needed! Not Dick, not Barbara, not anyone but her true love, her single and monogamous partner, the mother of her child…
Kory's sex rubbed against Donna’s cunt and pumping knuckles like a match being struck. Donna surged up, crazed with the act. The girls clung together, Donna with one arm wrapped around Kory’s back, both wallowing in Kory's milk, rising in ecstasy. A single orgasm was split across two bodes.
"Dick!" Kory screamed, her entire body warmed. Then clamped her mouth shut in shame.
Donna, far beyond the point of hearing, reveled in the tight body lock and the mother’s milk that sealed them together. She worked off her spasms grunting animalistically. Then everything faded into the sweet afterglow.
As her orgasm began to fade, she let her ass thump weakly back down to the mattress. She pulled her fingers from her cunt with the utmost reluctant, dragging them through her milk-soaked pussy hair. Finally, there she lay in sprawled lewdness, arms flung outward, chest heaving, legs still apart, breathing heavily. Her body quivered with excitement even thought her orgasm had long since left.
Kory rolled off of her and laid back, her big luscious body smeared with her own lactation, her thighs wet with something else. It was hopeless. Even then, when she thought of love, she thought of Dick. But it wasn’t as if he’d leave Barbara. So she’d make do. And Donna would be happy. And she would be happy. Not as happy as she could be, but who was?
Donna rolled on top of her, still flush from the milk’s aftereffects. “Again.”
Kory pulled Donna down toward her sex, a direction her lover was eager to take. “I love you, Donna. And only you.”
“I love you too,” Donna said, before she demonstrated.
Month 8
