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A cowled crusader crouched atop a gargoyle statue, her attention on the sprawling city below. Gotham City was besieged by rain, as it tended to be, and groups of flashing lights spoke volumes of the need for lawful intervention—but it was the place Barbara Gordon, better known as Batgirl in these very streets, called home. And as grungy and corrupt and crime-infested as it was, Barbara loved Gotham. That was why she had pledged to protect it for as long as there was breath in her lungs.
Barbara had spent tonight doing just that and had a few bumps and bruises as a reward. She smirked. She was in far better shape than any of those guys were, that was for sure. Anyway, it was time to go home, maybe take a hot bath. The only thing better than unwinding after a long night would be having someone to unwind with, if you got her drift.
Barbara sighed. Okay, that wasn't fair to her longtime girlfriend, Kara Zor-El, a fellow crimefighter who went by the moniker Supergirl. And "super" she was: Kara's strength was so great that the couple had had a few painful incidents while trying to engage in intimacy. Or, rather, Barbara had. She'd suffered broken bones and had even been put through a wall once, an incident that had caused Kara to put an end to any further attempts. Anything more than a chaste peck on the cheek or lips was out of the question—no matter how Barbara assured her that the risk was worth the reward.
To say that Barbara was pent-up would be an understatement. She loved Kara with all her heart, but this impasse was putting a strain on their relationship. There had to be a way around it.
Almost as though the Universe was responding to that frustrated thought, the gadget on her hip made a high-pitched trill. Barbara unclipped it from her utility belt hastily; the device was used to monitor news all over the world and she had created an algorithm that sought out and pinged her when stories included news of a certain blonde superheroine.
The headline read: "Attack on S.T.A.R. Laboratory Gone Wrong: Supergirl Exposed to Gold Kryptonite!"
Barbara nearly dropped the device, the gears in her brilliant mind turning rapidly. The answer to her problem had just been dropped into her lap and she wasn't about to waste a single moment. She pulled out her phone and sent off a single text before leaping down from her perch and hurtling towards the asphalt. A gleeful grin curved her lips as she used her trusty grappling hook to latch onto another building and pull herself effortlessly through the air at breakneck speed.
My place. 30 minutes. Bring your costume.
"Why did you want me to wear my suit?" Kara asked, fidgeting anxiously. The queen-sized bed should have been inviting, but instead only filled her with a sense of regret. This bedroom was the metaphorical "scene of the crime" where she had badly injured Barbara during attempted cunnilingus.
"Why not?" Barbara emerged from the adjoining bathroom in her own costume, freshly laundered and sans the cowl. She strode across the room, full hips swaying, and sat down on the edge of the bed before patting the spot next to her. "I happen to think they're pretty hot."
Kara hesitated before approaching. "I'm learning a lot about you today."
Barbara laughed. "Darling, we haven't even started yet."
"Oh?" The blonde sat down gingerly, her expression pensive.
Barbara kissed Kara deeply again, luxuriating in just being able to be close to the other woman. She reached beneath the dark blue, long-sleeved crop top to cup full breasts, rolling erect nipples between her fingers. She had been able to touch them before, but Kara usually stopped her before things escalated. This time, she was allowed to tug and tweak sensitive nipples while their lips met in a series of passionate kisses. Kara didn't flinch, but she did remain rigid—as if she was scared to reciprocate.
Barbara pulled away with an impatient sound. "Are you going to touch me or not?"
"But—"
"No buts," the brunette said firmly. "You can't hurt me. Get that through your pretty little head." Gentler, she added, "I love you. And I want us to be able to act on that for once… Don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Kara said quickly. She took a deep, steadying breath before reaching out and placing a hand on Barbara's breast. She gave it an exploratory squeeze, applying more pressure when her girlfriend gave her a reassuring smile. "Is… Is this okay?
By way of response, Barbara reclaimed her lips. The two kissed, pawing at each other with the almost timid sort of exhilaration of young lovers engaging in intimacy for the first time. Because technically that's what they were.
Barbara moaned softly as Kara's exploration continued.
It felt different through her suit, but that's why it was so exciting. This costume was what made her Batgirl, protector of Gotham, and the idea of the moral heroine being corrupted by her own desires was an admittedly arousing thought.
Kara's neck was sensitive and so were her ears, Barbara discovered after nipping the former and ghosting hot air over the latter. Or perhaps it was just because it has been a while since she had been touched? Barbara stole a glance at the blonde, who bit her lip to stifle a pleased sound. Something ugly bubbled in the pit of her stomach and she decided against pursuing that topic. She touched smooth thighs, hitching up the red pleated skirt to tease herself with the view of striped cotton cheeksters. When Barbara motorboated perfect breasts through the dark blue fabric, Kara frowned quizzically.
"Why don't you just take it off?"
"Nope."
Kara pouted. "Your costume covers way more than mine does."
"And whose fault is that?" Barbara laughed when the blonde glared daggers, kissing her once again as she ghosted her fingertips along the blonde's sides—
Barbara was completely floored by the high-pitched giggle that left Kara. In fact, the blonde jerked away so suddenly, Barbara almost got elbowed in the face.
"Oh, my God. Are you ticklish?" Naturally, any attempt to confirm this was met with resistance. Eventually, Barbara caught both of Kara's wrists, holding them above her head while she attacked the blonde's unguarded sides.
Sure enough, Kara began to giggle even as she struggled to escape. It was almost surreal to hold the Kryptonian captive, even playfully, and Barbara took full advantage. This adorable side of her girlfriend was one she never would have seen had this whole Gold Kryptonite thing not happened. So that's what they meant by silver linings, huh?
Kara's face was entirely red when Barbara finally had mercy on her. She rolled onto her side, her back to the brunette, and hugged her knees to her chest.
Barbara stared at her back, guilt settling like a stone in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps she had gone too far? "I'm sorry."
No response.
"Don't be mad…"
Kara stirred. "I'm not. I just…"
"Just?" Barbara prompted. The blonde mumbled something in response and Barbara slunk closer, resting her chin on a shapely hip. "Come again?"
"I liked being held down," Kara said—louder, but just barely.
Once again, Barbara was completely and utterly astonished. She didn't respond at first, and Kara went redder still as she twisted to look at her.
"... What?" Kara huffed.
"One sec."
Barbara hopped off of the bed and got on her hands and knees next to it to pull out a trunk of sorts. There was a fingerprint reader on the front, which couldn't have been standard, and after she verified her identity, it unsealed with a pneumatic hiss. Whatever was in there had to have been valuable—
She opened the lid and in it was a number of dildos, vibrators, leather harnesses, lube—even handcuffs.
—or maybe just something Barbara never wanted anyone else to find.
The Kryptonian cleared her throat. "Don't you think all of that is a bit much?"
"I've been fantasizing about us being intimate for a long time," Barbara huffed. "Before I knew it, I had a collection."
Impossibly blue eyes were warm. "You're cute."
"Shush." Barbara reached into the trunk and held up a pair of handcuffs. They weren't police-issued by any means, lined with fuzzy pink fabric. "So… You wanna give these a spin?"
Kara's expression said it all, but she nodded quickly to be doubly sure.
…
Barbara handcuffed Kara's hands above her head, looping them through the wrought iron headboard, with the easy speed of an experienced crime fighter. She left the room for a moment, blowing her bound lover a kiss before sucking into the bathroom, and returned a short while later wearing a strap-on harness fitted with a sizable dildo.
"I've always wanted to try this."
Kara dragged her gaze upwards, away from the dildo. "Try what?"
"Getting a blowjob." When the blonde stared blankly, Barbara flushed and shrank just a bit. "Feel free to say no…"
"No, no. I'll do it. I was just surprised."
Barbara perked up. "You sure?"
"Come here."
With the Kryptonian handcuffed as she was, the most comfortable option was for Barbara to straddle her face. She could feel Kara's body heat even through her suit as she got into position. The blonde didn't hesitate, making eye contact as she traced her tongue around the glans, wetting it before taking it into her mouth.
"Never thought I'd say this, but you look really sexy with a cock in your mouth."
Especially wearing the same thing she did when she flew in and saved Earth from certain destruction. Unf. Barbara's hips twitched, her body getting hot.
Kara rolled her eyes. Or maybe Barbara had pushed the toy too far just now? She eased back, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as the blonde struggled to fit the full length of the toy in her mouth. She was about halfway down and her eyes were tearing up, but she was giving it her very best. Barbara cooed encouragement as she ran her fingers through blonde hair, her inner muscles twitching around dildo that was fitted on the inside of the harness.
Wow, was she getting off on having her partner at her mercy? You learn something new every day…
It felt even better when Kara bobbed her head, the motion causing the thick toy buried in Barbara's pussy to push against her inner wall. Moving instinctively, she grabbed hold of blonde hair and thrust the dildo as deep as it would go. Kara made a muffled gagging sound as the brunette started fucking her throat with long, deep thrusts. Her breath came out in ragged pants, the friction causing a blissful heat to fill her lower abdomen.
Orgasm came swiftly and powerfully, and Barbara tightened her grip as her eyes rolled back. She wasn't sure if it was her heightened arousal due to Kara's submissive role, but the intensity left her reeling. She slumped, a languorous heaviness in her limbs, and it was only when the cuffs clattered against the headboard as Kara yanked at her restraints that Barbara remembered herself.
"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" It wasn't a question that Barbara had ever thought she'd ask.
Kara gasped and spluttered when Barbara pulled the toy free and climbed off of her. She also began to cough, though she shook her head when the brunette expressed concern again. All Barbara could do was hover anxiously at the bedside while she waited for the blonde to catch her breath.
Once she had regained some composure, Kara looked Barbara dead in the eye and croaked, "I can't wait any longer. I need you inside."
Barbara's inner muscles twitched. How could she refuse? After some careful repositioning, Kara had her face pressed to the pillows and her bottom half raised. Barbara knelt behind Kara, hitched up her skirt, and yanked off her panties. Her breath hitched when she saw just how wet the blonde was: the Kryptonian's inner thighs glistened as she clenched and unclenched them and her panties were a sodden mess.
Barbara bit her lip, incredibly flattered that she had this sort of effect on the other woman. Moving almost reverently, she slicked her fingertips across excitement-drenched lips and slipped a single finger inside. It slid smoothly, up to the third knuckle, and she felt Kara's inner muscles flex around the intruder. After a few test strokes, Barbara added a second finger, scissoring them to loosen up the tightness; she kept her pace slow, her intention to ease her partner into it rather than to get her off.
"Babe," Kara whined, wiggling her bottom.
"I'm just making sure you're comfortable." Barbara gave her a smack on the rump for good measure. "You've waited all this time; a little longer won't kill you."
Despite her bold words, the brunette was feeling pretty close to her patience limit herself. She pulled her fingers free and grasped the base of the dildo, aligning it with Kara's sex and thrusting inside. Or, rather, that was the plan; as slick as the blonde was, the toy ended up slipping along her outer labia.
Kara flinched. "A little higher."
Barbara's face heated. "Sorry." She used her fingers this time, guiding the thick head to Kara's slit. With gentle pressure, she pressed it past the blonde's entrance and was rewarded with a low moan. "Better?"
"Mmhm!" was the emphatic reply.
Barbara started at a slow, easy pace to get her partner acclimated, but Kara seemed to have other ideas. She bounced her hips to meet Barbara's pelvis, her sex swallowing the toy eagerly and creating a lewd, wet sound punctuated by the slap of her ass against the leather harness. 'When in Rome,' as they say… Barbara grabbed the blonde's hips, driving both dildos into their pussies with powerful thrusts.
Kara's moans were music to her ears and between the two of them, a litany of pleasure sounds filled the room. Barbara ogled the way Kara moved, the sensual carnality beyond anything even her brilliant mind could have dreamed up. The soft pink pucker between the full gloves of her ass looked so inviting. What if Barbara just…
"Ah!" Kara gasped, her hips twitching. The reaction caused Barbara's spit-slicked thumb to rub firmly across her sphincter and a shiver ran the length of her body.
Barbara inwardly berated her lack of forethought. She had toys for this very purpose, but they wouldn't do much good sitting in her toy box. She stole a glance towards the side of the bed, wondering idly if she would be able to reach.
You never know until you try.
Somehow, Kara didn't notice she was being shifted over to the edge of the bed. She wasn't letting up the pace, sending little shockwaves of pleasure along Barbara's spine as she rode the strap-on.
Just a little closer…
Barbara's inner muscles clenched down powerfully as Kara cried out, but there was no time to bask in the afterglow. The brunette lunged, snatching up the object she was looking for and spitting into her palm to get it wet.
Kara made a questioning sound and finally turned her head to look over her shoulder—gasping when she felt the butt plug push against her backside. It was narrow at the tip and a bit wider at the base. Barbara slid it in about halfway before she was met with resistance and Kara tensed as though she had been struck by lightning.
"Relax," Barbara soothed.
She began pumping her hips, alternating between moving the toy in Kara's pussy and the one in her ass. It wasn't very long before the base slipped past the tight ring or muscle and the blonde cried out, burying her face in the pillows. They did nothing to muffle the wanton cries that left her as pleasure washed over her in waves of electricity heat. Barbara could feel how tight the Kryptonian had gotten: each thrust required more effort and the toy within her moved powerfully as a result. The cuffs rattled against the headboard as Kara used it to brace herself, pushing her hips back to drive the dildo even deeper.
The dual stimulation proved to be too much and Kara screamed—a wordless cry of torturous bliss—as she came. Barbara wasn't very far behind, her nails digging into shapely hips as she shuddered and bucked.
One Week Later…
Kara touched down on Barbara's balcony and sighed. She stood there for a moment, just staring moodily in the direction of the door but not really seeing it. It was drizzling again and she was steadily getting soaked, but that wasn't the cause of her melancholy.
The couple had made another attempt at intimacy shortly after the effects of the Gold Kryptonite had worn off, her better judgment clouded by lust, and it had gone badly. Fortunately, the only thing that had been broken this time was an end table and the lamp that had been sitting on it. Barbara's joking "you are the reason I can't have nice things" did nothing to lessen the shame and frustration behind Kara's sheepish, forced grin.
Perhaps worst of all, Kara's body remembered the incredible pleasure being with Barbara had resulted in and she craved more of that forbidden fruit. Masturbating wasn't something the Kryptonian often engaged in and turning to it now only frustrated her more. As a result, she had been avoiding one-on-one time with Barbara, not trusting herself with the brunette who was more than receptive of her sexual advances.
The only reason she was here now was that Barbara had demanded it. The stubborn brunette wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, no matter how many excuses Kara provided. So here she was.
Kara sighed again. No sense in delaying any longer.
Barbara was waiting for her on the other side of the door with a big fluffy towel. Kara muttered her thanks as she accepted it and began towelling her hair dry. She watched as the brunette went over to her bedside and returned with a small, nondescript black box. Judging by the way she hefted it, the contents were significantly heavy.
"I was doing some shopping around to solve our little problem," Barbara began.
"Another sex toy?" Kara asked, arching an eyebrow. She wasn't sure exactly how that would help… unless it was virtually indestructible and kept Barbara at arm's length.
"Not quite. I swung by S.T.A.R Labs since I heard they had Gold Kryptonite in stock."
Kara draped the towel across her shoulders, anxious butterflies filling her stomach. "And they let you buy some?"
Barbara grinned. "It maaaay have been a five-finger discount."
It took Kara a moment to understand exactly what that meant for them. The box wasn't heavy because of its contents, then, but because it was made of lead or some equivalent heavy metal that would keep the Gold Kryptonite's power contained. "So if you use, we can… You know?"
Barbara cleared her throat. "We'll have to be responsible with it, of course. Don't want to be caught with your skirt around your ankles when something goes on a rampage and needs a super heroine to deal with it. Literally."
Kara barely heard her. "Why are we still talking about it?!"
She'd be lying if she said her heart didn't skip a beat when Barbara got on one knee and held up the box as though she was presenting a ring. "May I?"
The goof. Her silliness was one of a million reasons Kara loved her.
She nodded eagerly and Barbara opened the box. Almost immediately, the exhausting sensation of having her powers temporarily disabled washed over Kara. Normally it was accompanied by dread, but this time she was excited.
"I was kind of expecting something more dramatic, you know? Radioactive glowing and a muted explosion or something."
"You watch way too much TV." She shut her eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over her.
"I've run out of things to read," Barbara said. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Give me a minute." The nausea passed and Kara breathed out slowly. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"
Barbara's expression was one of delight and of desire—and the Kryptonian prided herself on being the reason for that. No more words were said as the couple locked lips, free at last to share the full extent of their feelings for one another.