seriousfic

Title: Distraction and Incentive
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Barda/Diana, mention of Scott/Barda and Diana/Io
Word Count: 1,100
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Barda/Diana: "my husband thinks you're pretty"; Diana teaches Barda a lesson in love.

Diana considered whether it would be rude to start masturbating. Barda was taking forever to set up the webcam and after the looks, the sounds (growls, hungry moans, and little whimpers) that their proximity had generated, Diana was getting tired of going untouched above the sheets. Before Diana could stop her, Barda got on the intercom and called in Io.

“We need help,” Barda said, not bothering to explain why Diana was naked and she was stripped down to a sports bra and a pair of black boxers.

Io’s eyes were wide as plates. She nervously fidgeted with the straps on her apron. “Is this the naked kind of help?” she asked.

Diana hated to get her hopes up. “Later. Promise. You see, it’s Barda’s anniversary and her husband thinks I’m pretty…”

“Not prettier than me,” Barda corrected. “He just wanted me to wear the costume to see what it was like.”

“The Frees have a tradition. Barda will find a trap to put Scott in; he has to escape it to bring her his present. This year, his trap is a metahuman prison cell built by Ted Kord. That webcam will be broadcasting everything we do to that cell. Right outside it is a mother box programmed to open a boomtube right outside this room.”

“Distraction and incentive,” Barda smirked.

“Oh. Okay.” Io set up the webcam and looked from Barda to Diana. “Does Scott need… any more incentive?”

Barda glowered at her. “She’s mine, blacksmith. Beat it.”

Io backed slowly out of the room.

“That was mean,” Diana said, crossing her arms.

Barda crossed the room to her, wagging her ass for the camera’s benefit. “You think I’m going to share you now that I’ve got you all to myself?” She crawled onto the bed. “So which do we use first? My Mega-Rod or your lasso?”

Diana reached out to circle her hands around Barda’s thick neck. She’d never felt such muscular development… it boded well. “Why don’t we start off with what the gods granted us?”

Barda actually pouted. It was cuter than Diana would’ve thought.

“My lips aren’t enough for you?” Diana asked, mock-hurt, before dancing up to kiss Barda’s chin. “My hands aren’t enough for you?” She let her hands glide down from Barda’s neck to investigate the graceful, powerful curves of her back. More muscles. Yum. “This isn’t enough for you?” she concluded, arching herself to press the heat of her cunt against Barda’s belly.

Barda pressed Diana firmly down with a forearm under her cleavage. “If you insist, princess.” She kissed Diana roughly, tongue duelling away every attempt Diana made to soothingly sexplore Barda’s mouth. When Barda bit down on Diana’s lip a little too hard, Diana used her training to flip Barda on her back. Barda made a half-hearted struggle, but Diana allowed her no leverage.

“What are you doing?” Diana asked firmly.

“I’m fucking you.” She leaned forward to lick the blood from Diana’s lips. “Too much for you?”

“Not at all. But before we wear ourselves out with Apokoliptian sex, why not commune with our inner passions and love?”

Barda made no attempt to disguise a disappointed groan.

“You don’t think you can enjoy that? What does your husband do when you make love? How can he possibly be rough enough for you?”

Barda looked down, embarrassed away from her idol’s eyes. “Scott can be… very inventive.”

“Mmm. So can I.” Diana reached down to slowly press the heel of her hand into Barda’s mound. Only when further pressure could bring no additional pleasure did Diana smoothly move her hand up, then down, up, then down, making Barda sigh.

Barda preferred to scream and yell and moan, but sighing had its good points.

“It’s good that Scott can fulfill one set of your needs, but what about the need to be loved and cherished and worshipped?” Diana asked as she incongrously pulled down the waistband of Barda’s boxers.

“Pah! I am a Female Fury! I only need fucking, hard and fast!” Barda bragged.

“All life needs to be loved.” Diana spooled her fingers out across Barda’s labia, slowly circling the lips of her pussy like she was making music on the rim of a glass of water. “Let me open your eyes to that.”

“But I… no…” Barda’s face was flushed, her eyes growing heavily-lidded despite her anxiety. She looked around frantically as Diana softly kissed the side of her neck. “No! This lovemaking is for the weak! The soft! I am Barda!”

“And with me, you can be weak.” Diana kissed the Fury on the lips. Barda was just receptive enough to let the tongue slide inside her mouth and slowly warm her up like Diana was breathing life into her. Diana pulled back, smiling as inscrutinably as the cat that got the canary. “You can be soft.” She leaned forward again, and this time Barda kissed her back, trying to replicate whatever it was Diana was doing to stoke the fires of her loins from high up in her mouth.

Their lovemaking seemed to stretch on for hours, Diana slowly carrying her up to heights of pleasure she had never known. This softer, gentler passion didn’t make her explode, but it did let her burn hotter and longer, until she could stand it no more. Her lips and breasts and skin weres caressed like they were all musical instruments being tuned, until all of her body was a symphony that Diana conducted with a wry smile. Diana let her orgasm, granted her a climax, and on the way down from the peak she had achieved Barda couldn’t tell where the orgasm stopped and the afterglow began.

It was only after several minutes of recovery, with Diana curled up against her and seeming to give her a deep-tissue massage just by holding her, that Barda wondered where Scott was.

“Kord isn’t that good an inventor,” she said as she wrapped a sheet around herself and ran for the door.

Outside, Io was bent over a chair with nothing but her smock hanging off her, Scott taking her from behind in the Apokoliptian fashion.

“You looked so cute,” Scott panted, thrusting into the blacksmith. “We didn’t want to bother you.”

Barda put her hands on her hips and watched them go. “Hurry up and finish. There are some things I’d like to show you.”

“That goes for you too, Io,” Diana said, embracing Barda from behind. “So long as Barda would be generous enough to loan us her Mega-Rod.”

“I was generous enough to loan you my husband, wasn’t I?”