seriousfic

Title: Tension
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Barda/Helena
Word Count: 1,602
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Birds of Prey, Barda/Helena: fury. Barda can be surprisingly gentle around her friends.

Helena noticed things. Like how Barda’s private room in Dalton Tower got a lot of visitors. Zinda would stumble out in the wee hours of the morning, straightening her hitched-up skirt, or Barbara would roll a few feet out the door and then slump down into near-catatonia. Helena would ask about that weird smell on Manhunter’s staff and hear “Barda.” Or Dinah would tell her “if Ollie calls, tell him… Barda.”

She asked Misfit to ask for her, but Charlie just came back shaking her head. “She said I wasn’t old enough.”

Finally, Helena couldn’t take it anymore. She waited until the coast was clear, in the dead of night, and snuck it.

It was just an ordinary bedroom. Same as hers, ‘cept with a some framed pictures of the Free family lying around. Helena was about to check under the bed when Barda entered the room. She was wearing her battle bikini, which did everything it could to accentuate what her usual armor could only suggest. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

Helena bit down on her teeth. Well, no getting away now… “The same thing Barbara was two nights ago.”

“Oh.” Barda grinned. “You have… tension?”

“So what if I do?” Helena ventured.

Helena’s eyes shot open as Barda pressed her right breast together between her callused hands. She rolled the flesh back and forth in her palms, carefully pinching the nipple and releasing it, pinching it and releasing it, continuing to roll and squeeze it. It made Helena’s breath came in shorter and shorter gasps.

“I’m not a… what the hell are you doing? You’re a… you’re a married woman!”

Barda chuckled lowly. “You think he’d mind? Doesn’t it feel good?” She reached over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. Helena felt her body growing hotter, like she was riding in an elevator down to the center of the earth.

Helena’s breasts were large, but no match for Big Barda’s “Earth Mothers”, as any of Helena’s odious male colleagues might dub them. The comparison was apt. If Barda was truly a god, she might well be Kali with fewer arms. Or maybe Scott Free was those extra arms? What must a threesome with those two be like?

Helena reached up and ran a hand through Barda’s combat-matted hair. Barda winced with pleasure when Helena tore through a tangle.

“Scott, Blake, their kind can be very entertaining.” Barda’s smile was razor-sharp and it made Helena even hotter than the way her touch was molding Helena’s breasts, one after the other, until the flesh was too sore to be touched and Barda would switch. “But at times a woman’s touch is required.”

Barda pressed her knee between Helena’s legs and Helena rubbed her hips up and down. She could feel the rough skin of Barda’s knee right through her Kevlar. In fact, Barda was rubbing so hard she could feel her pubic hair and even that was turning her on.

The chestplate Helena wore was a gift from Batman, reinforced with the latest of military technology. Barda ripped it open like it was plastic wrap. Helena was exposed, except for her bra, and that Barda cut open with a fingernail. The freed tits burst loose, jiggling buoyantly before coming to a rest. Helena’s breath was coming so fast it was a wonder any oxygen was making it to her brain at all.

Barda went back to rolling one prodigious tit between her hands like a potter at the wheel, but now she bent her head down and sucked the other nipple between her teeth as well. The teeth felt pointier than humanly possible, bestial in fact, and the sensation reminded her of having her ears pierced, only a thousand times more so. Only a sucking sound let her know that she had been bled and suckled at. Barda looked her in the eye, her lips tinted redder than red.

“You taste sweet, Helena.” A smile. “Like candied water.”

Helena felt her entire body short-circuiting itself. Barda was laying siege to every one of her pleasure spots. Helena ached to kiss her, to actually do some of those things she’d heard Barbara and Dinah planning, but Barda was stronger than her and the Female Fury hadn't finished relieving her tension yet. Helena could feel the heat coming off Barda’s cunt, blazing at her belly like the desert sun. Barda switched tits again, just before her touch turned unpleasantly painful, now rolling the left one while nipping and biting the right one gently around and around. Like a dog with a bone almost.

Barda was working slowly to both bring on and delay the truly earthshaking orgasm Helena could feel building within her. Her touch was dragging Helena to the brink to the brink of total satisfaction and then cruelly pulling her back; over and over again

"Finish it," Helena pleaded. “I can’t take anymore, please, end it!”

"Oh, Helena, my comrade, my friend," Barda whispered mock-mournfully around Helena’s nipple. “Scott says that almost every night and do you know what I tell him?” She prowled her head forward, nipping at Helena’s pulse point. “No.”

Barda pulled back, licking indolently at a painfully erect nipple. “It will be so much better if we hold back just a while.”

"No, now! I want it now!" Helena cried, childish and she didn’t care, squirming, pushing her pelvis up as if she could have her orgasm by reaching out and grabbing it. But Helena was kept balanced on the razor’s edge, almost but not quite coming as Barda continued rolling one tit and sucking on the other and dragging her kneecap over Helena’s pubis.

Barda stepped back, removing her stained knee from Helena’s covered pussy. She let go with one hand, squeezing with the other extra hard to make up for its absence, and unholstered her Mega-Rod. In her hand, it appeared terrifyingly, deliciously phallic.

“You want this?” Barda asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

Helena forced her arms to move. Stiffly, as if they were made of stone, they hovered down over her body. She undid her belt. Pushed her pants down around her thighs, with Barda’s help to lift her lower body. Even her own touch nearly undid Helena’s efforts. Finally, Helena spread her cunt lips open in obvious invitation.

“I’m not sure I can take it,” Helena said plaintively as Barda rubbed the bulbous head of the Mega-Rod inside her labia, the tip of it clicking against Helena’s fingernails.

“I think you can handle it.”

The Mega-Rod moved gracefully through Helena's close-cropped pubic hair, pushing smoothly past her lewdly spread cunt lips, and took its place inside the sheath that had long been ready for it.

For Helena, the brutal, wonderful invasion seemed to take an eternity. She felt her bush tickle against the cold metal, then herself being stretched open even wider than she had already been, then finally the strange satisfaction as her cunt accepted the artificial cock inside it. With acceptance came a chain reaction, a sensation of wildfire that spread through her with ever-widening shockwaves. Identical ones started where Barda’s free hand tore at her hair, and her lips where Barda callously kissed her.

But before the orgasm could spread to every inch of her body, Helena felt her clit being pressured. Barda’s hand was wrapped tightly around her weapon’s hilt and with it most of the way inside, her thumb was free to find and attack the clitoris. Helena could barely keep breathing under the assault and didn't really care whether she did or not. She arched her back and felt her scalp tinge as Barda pulled her hair more forcibly. Helena screamed into the next kiss, pointed canines drawing blood from her lower lip, which was then suckled at. She’d heard of lovers kissing each other after blowjobs and cunnilingus and tasting themselves, but her own blood swelling in her mouth was so much more honest, so much more true. Helena opened her eyes and saw Barda’s staring into her, as alive and lustful as she was.

Each successive orgasm raced and overtook the proceeding one like ripples on a lake. One after another in short grunts and gasps. Helena had never noticed the Mega-Rod had raised ridges on it, but now she was painfully aware of every pitting and corrosion on it. And from Barda’s feral grin she could tell that the big woman was equally aware of it and sharing freely in the act of discovery. Helena's voice echoed her exploration through the building. At last her body could not take any more, a fact which clearly disappointed Barda, and she felt herself slowing down.

“More of a sprinter than a marathon runner, eh?” Barda said, which Helena was too overwhelmed to answer. “Even if I didn’t love him, this is why I would always go back to Scott. He can always give me a decent night’s wearing-out.” She kissed Helena on the cheek, the casual intimacy adding another shockwave to Helena’s last orgasm. “For a mortal, that was pretty good though. Feel pride.”

Barda dumped Helena on the bed, tucking her in, then shifted back into her armor as she went. After several minutes, Helena absently pulled her pants back up, although she could do nothing for her ripped top other than keep her cape shut tightly over her chest until she got back to her room.

“So, this is how they relieve tension on Apokolips,” Helena said to herself. A wide grin broke out across her flushed face. “Place can’t be all that bad…”