seriousfic

Title: Off Your Pedestal
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kory/Babs
Word Count: 1,156
Warning: Dub-con?
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Barbara/Kory: get it out of your system. Kory gets even with the woman who made a cuckold out of her.

It happened in an instant. The time it took for a heart to break, maybe. One moment, Barbara was calmly taking in some fresh air, the next inhumanly strong arms were wrapped around her and she was sixty stories up. Climbing.

She patted behind her, trying to figure out what force had taken possession of her, and felt alien fabric, alien muscles. And hair, warm as any livewire.

“Kory, what?” she began.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Kory said.

***

Kory was resolutely silent the entire way. Suddenly they were in a forest, a clearing. Kory had clearly set it up ahead of time. There were candles lit and a picnic blanket laid out. Kory set Barbara down on the blanket and did a circuit of the area, then came back satisfied.

“What the hell is this about?” Barbara demanded. When in doubt, establish order.

“People you’ve hurt. Justice. Sex. I know Dick fucked you before our wedding day.”

“What are you talking about, that’s… that’s ancient history, it was nothing—“

Kory nodded several times, walking around as if anxious to burn off energy. The same energy lighting up her fingers. “So you don’t deny it? You led him on. Don’t think I don’t know how to do that; I recognized you doing it every time I saw you two together. Giving him little morsels of affection, making him think it was possible for the two of you to get back together. I would be well within my rights to punish you for what you did to me alone, but you hurt the man I loved as well.” She straddled Barbara, eyes lit up with an emotion Barbara couldn’t recognize and didn’t want to. “But I’ve kept busy. I watched you.” She began rolling up Barbara’s shirt.

“Stop.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before. When you shower. When you touch herself.” Kory cupped Barbara’s crotch. “Like this; safe, familiar.” Barbara grunted. It felt good and she didn’t want it to feel good. “But it’s nothing compared to how Dick touches you.” Her other hand moved up Barbara’s exposed stomach, under the bunched shirt and onto her bra. “Like he loves you. You’ve always sneered at me. Thought I was a bimbo. By the time we’re done, you’ll be the one gagging for it and I’ll be the one saying no. The one with Dick.”

“You’re insane.”

“No. I’m in love!” Kory ripped through Barbara’s remaining garments like wrapping paper on Christmas Day. Barbara didn’t give her the satisfaction of protesting. It got difficult when Kory’s fingers dug in, calling up old emotions, old pleasures. Barbara pulled at Kory’s hair, trying to rip it out of her scalp, but it was strong as steel wool.

“Yes, yes, pull on it! Dick does that too! He pulled hardest just before he came in me.” Kory shucked her panties. Her pussy was still red, with a scent that struck Barbara like a slap across her face. “He’s mine now. You’re out of his system. And now I’m exorcising you from our lives. You’re going to lick his seed out of me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t need to. Dick, remember?” She twisted around and sat down on Barbara’s face, the scent overwhelming when pressed down on Barbara’s nostrils. “It was so good. He played with my tits first. He’d missed them, so he was greedy as a schoolboy.” Kory’s fists clamped down on Barbara’s cleavage and experimentally molded them, slowly fashioning the nipples into hard pebbles. Her hands moved lower, repeating the alchemy. They turned Barbara’s body, her weapon, her defense grid for her superpower brain, into a trembling disarray of pleasured nerves. “I used to think you were jealous of me. I was naïve. You were beguiled by me. My alienness, my passion, my strength, my beauty. You thought that was what let me love Dick, have him, make him into a man. But you could’ve done the same, if you’d been a human being. And that’s your punishment. I’m turning you into a human being.”

Her hands slid between Barbara’s legs. After the crude pass earlier, the deep penetration was like a shock of cold water. An extremely pleasant shock, making her actually gasp. The wince brushed her lips across Kory’s labia.

“How does it feel to be mortal, Oracle? How does it feel to be… touchable?”

Her hands were relentless, tireless, unmerciful. Barbara would kick if she were able. Her hands slapped the ground, digging into the dirt until it was under her fingernails and caking her palms and torn up in deep gouts of earth.

“This is how Dick would fuck you,” Kory said, spreading her legs, forcing her lips lower, suffocating Barbara as she brought her to orgasm. “You’ve let him make love to you, but you’ve never let him fuck you. You have to give yourself over to another for that. And you can’t. See what a gruesome punishment this is? You can never have this.”

Yes I can Barbara thought desperately, and dug into Kory’s channel with her tongue. Kory laughed, but Barbara didn’t care. She could taste the sweat of Dick’s passage, marking Kory, and she could wipe it away with her own saliva. Kory’s hands went away and her tongue came out, locking into a sixty-nine with Barbara. Barbara had always thought of that as a complimentary position, yin and yang, but with Kory it was more like master and slave. She could only echo what Kory was doing, phonetically repeat words in a language she’d never heard before. Or would again. Then she tasted Dick, mixed in with Kory in the most literal way, bringing back long-forgotten memories. Kory’s thighs clamped on her head, the power on display but beyond reach in those tensed muscles actually a little uplifting, then Kory was raising, standing over her.

“I win.”

“Finish it! Finish me!”

“Do it yourself. Your fingers aren’t paralyzed, are they?”

“Not that.” Barbara looked away. “Inside you… I can still taste him inside you.”

“Well, if you want to be thorough…” Kory thought about it. “When he came, he came all over me. Over my breasts. In my mouth. All that love he couldn’t share with you, given over to me. But if you want it, I’m sure there’s some left.” She put her foot down beside Barbara’s head. “Look for it.”

Barbara kissed Kory’s big toe. Her shapely calf. Her kneecap with its rough skin. If she licked hard enough, she could uncover the evidence of Dick like an archaeologist from when they’d been skin against skin and flesh of one flesh. There was even some flavor clinging to Kory’s dewy pubic hair, always surprisingly short. But when she went back to the juncture, Kory stopped her and turned around.

“What are you looking for in there?” She slapped her ass. “He came in here twice.”

Three times, at least, would be Barbara’s final opinion.