Past Loves, Reunited

Shayera and Jean enjoyed the rest of their evening together, finishing off the dessert and wine that their friends had paid for. Afterward, they headed over to Jean's apartment, sitting down on her couch and facing each other.

"A nice, decent-sized place in Manhattan... you've obviously done well for yourself," Shayera observed.

"I split my time between here and the X-Mansion. I tend to stay here when I'm doing modeling gigs," Jean explained. "My agency is really, really good at getting high-paying work... can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine," Shayera answered.

"All right, then... well, I'm ready to start this mind link whenever you are," Jean offered, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Shayera nodded, "Then let's begin."

"All right. Relax -- it helps if you close your eyes. Focus your thoughts on what you want me to see..."

"I understand. Here goes."

Jean closed her eyes, linking her mind with Shayera's. She and Shayera both shared their visions -- what looked to be the past lives of Shayera, and the women she loved. All those women had plenty in common, but the most striking detail -- the one that both women were focused on -- was that every one of them hosted the Phoenix ****. Everything was beginning to fall into place now.

As the two women pulled out of the mind link, Jean looked at Shayera, stunned. "Those were... your past lives, weren't they? And your lovers... all hosts for the Phoenix..."

"I think so... and the visions that I've had of you -- I think that the Phoenix was calling out to me," Shayera mused.

"I think I understand that part now. But those women... in your dreams... were they me? In my past lives?" Jean wondered out loud.

Shayera shrugged. "I don't know. There's still much I haven't figured out or can't understand. But I have no doubt any more about us -- you and I are connected by some thread of fate... and I can't resist its pull any longer."

Jean nodded, fully understanding what Shayera was saying. "I can't either. I... I want to be with you, Shayera. I don't fully understand what's going on between us, but it feels like... like this was always meant to happen."

Shayera nodded, pulling Jean closer to her. She felt the same longing and desire that had consumed her throughout her past lives when she was with the woman she loved. She couldn't hold back anymore... and neither could Jean.

They leaned in and kissed, a passionate, heated lip-lock that made them both tremble. Their pulses raced as their kiss deepened, and both women began to let themselves go. Shayera slipped off her dress, revealing her body in all its glory; Jean quickly did the same with her own dress, leaving both of them clad only in their panties.

"This feels so familiar... and at the same time, completely new," Jean moaned as Shayera trailed kisses along her neck. "Most of all, though, it feels really, really good."

"It does," Shayera agreed, sliding her hands over Jean's hips, cupping her ass. "I feel like I've found something I'd lost a long time ago... something important..."

Jean slid her hands up Shayera's back, pulling her even closer. "Then let's make sure we never lose it again."

Once again, Jean and Shayera kissed deeply. Jean could feel Shayera's fingers trailing up and down her buttocks, and she moaned into the kiss. She slid her own hands up to cup Shayera's breasts, rubbing them gently as her lover responded with a moan of her own. Shayera grabbed on to Jean's panties and pulled them off, tossing them aside. She then did the same with her own, and both women stood naked in front of each other, a intense mix of lust and love overwhelming them.

"Jean... I want you... I need you," Shayera purred, kissing her lover deeply.

"I'm yours, Shayera... I think I've always been yours," Jean replied, kissing back.

Jean led Shayera to her bedroom, and the two women fell onto the bed, still locked in a heated kiss. Shayera ran her hands over Jean's body, caressing every curve and kissing her way down her lover's torso, stopping just before reaching her pussy. Jean whimpered as Shayera teased her, gently kissing her slit before spreading her folds with her tongue.

Jean writhed in bliss as Shayera plunged her tongue into her hot wet sex, licking and lashing at her inner walls. She was certainly no stranger to having her pussy eaten out at this point -- she'd spent plenty of nights in bed with Koriand'r and Mary Jane, fully embracing her lesbian identity and desires -- but this was something more; Jean had never experienced intimacy like this before. She certainly felt intimacy and romance with MJ & Kori, but with Shayera, those feelings were so much more intense.

As Shayera continued to lick and lap at her slit, Jean used her telekinesis to slide a psychic dildo into her lover's drenched opening. Shayera moaned as she felt the phantom shaft sliding back and forth in her tunnel, and the Thanagarian responded by intensifying the tongue fucking she was giving her lover.

Both women were overwhelmed with bliss as their bodies began to quiver. Jean came hard, her juices spilling out onto Shayera's tongue, and the Justice Leaguer soon followed suit, soaking the sheets below as Jean slid the telepathic cock from her slit.

Shayera crawled up and laid beside Jean, the two women facing each other. "That was... incredible," she breathed.

"It really was," Jean agreed, her fingers tracing their way cross Shayera's chest. "I still don't know where all this will lead. The Phoenix ****, the power I have now... it scares me, Shayera. I'm terrified about what I could end up doing if I lose control. But having you here, with me... this may sound a little over the top, but having you here makes me feel like everything will be OK."

Shayera nodded, her hand stroking Jean's back. "I'm worried, too... I get the feeling from my visions that there's something else to our connection. Something I haven't yet been able to place... I don't know what's out there, Jean. But whatever it is, we'll face it together. I promise."

Jean smiled, leaning in and kissing Shayera tenderly. Both she and Shayera had the feeling that their visions weren't quite complete yet, and that there were still questions to be answered. But at that moment, they felt a sense of contentment, like something missing had finally returned to them.