Epilogue: Hawkgirl Feels...Broody

In her dreams, she was building a nest. Her mate fluttered in, a twig in his beak. Together they wove it into the assemblage. She could feel her time coming, with the change of the seasons. The nest had to be ready soon... Then he spread his wings and puffed out his chest, the mating display. It seems he thought it was time, but she kept her tailfeathers low. Not yet, not yet, the nest wasn't ready, she wasn't ready...

For the fifth night in a row, Hawkgirl woke in a sweat. A burning need between her legs. Staring into the darkness. Beside her, Carter Hall slept. She reached out to him...but hesitated. He was sleeping so soundly, the covers pulled down to reveal his broad, muscular chest, those chiseled abs...and they outlined his manhood, hard and erect.

When did he start sleeping in the nude? She wondered, as she peeled her own sweat-drenched nightie off her body. Instinctively, she unfolded her Nth-metal wings. It was all she could do to not rub herself right here and now. Hawkgirl didn't need to touch herself to know she was absolutely drenched.

I've never been this wet, she thought, as she pulled back the sheet. Her breath left her as she stared at the swollen, blood-filled cock rising from between Carter's legs to rest against his stomach. Perhaps it was just a trick of the darkness, but he looked bigger than normal.

She touched it with her fingertips...as if just to reassure herself it was real. Then she grabbed it, feeling the heat against her palm. Already swollen, it stiffened in her grip, arching away from his body.

I shouldn't... Hawkgirl thought as she slipped a leg over to straddle him. the burning need between her legs was unbearable as she lined the tip of his prick up with the entrance to her pussy. I should get a condom, or...

Just rubbing it against her lips felt so good. Yet she needed more.

"Kendra..."

Carter's voice startled her, as though from a trance. His eyes were open, barely. Staring at her as if unable to understand what he was seeing. The naked, winged woman that hovered like a goddess over his stiff prick.

They shared a glance full of meaning. Protection. Dangers. Mutual need. Then, by unspoken consent, they came together. She sank down on his shaft, the swollen meat stretching her cunt as never before. His strong hands grabbed at hip and breast, helped guide her to take the prick deeper inside her burning quim, rubbed rough thumbs over hard nipples. Her wings rose and fell as she did, adding **** to the thrusts, and he bucked beneath her, lost in his primal need to mate.

Over the mantle of the bed, Hawkgirl spied the Egyptian artifact that Wonder Woman had given her. The Amazon said it came from the Bana-Mighdall, the Amazon colony there. A winged female figure that represented Isis, the ancient goddess who was husband to Osiris. In a past life, Kendra knew she had worshipped Isis, had visited her temples, spoken to her priestesses. A wonderful gift.

"With her wings, she breathes new life into him," Diana had told her, smiling knowingly. "She raised him from the dead to conceive their son, Horus. We Amazons believe in the literal existence of the gods, but I do wonder sometimes how much of that was metaphor...more than one wife has needed to excite her husband to finish the job."

Hawkgirl had been shocked at the Amazon's implication...it was out of character...but she accepted the gift, and had placed it by their bed. That was a week ago. Perhaps that was what had been inspiring her dreams...

She rode him harder than normal. Her hips rose and fell, slamming into his pelvis...and it was too much for him. With a shudder and moan, he arched his back, prick thrusting as deep as he could, the swollen head scraping against the edges of her cunt as he sprayed his seed over the entrance to her womb. To fall back against the bed, momentarily spent, panting...

Her wings folded and unfolded, fanning him. Normally, she would roll off of him. Go to the bathroom to finish herself off privately, to extract the used condom from her pussy. Except this time there was no condom...and she wasn't done.

"Kendra?" he said, when he realized she hadn't moved. That her pussy muscles were gripping him tightly as she rose and fell, slower this time, her right hand moving to rub her clit, her left hand holding his hand to her left breast. He wouldn't be able to cum again for a few minutes...but in that time he was hers, and she would not let him sink back to sleep. No, his cock was hard and inside of her, and that was where it was going to stay until she came.

It was a long night. Both of them were restless, and even after a second and a third shot, as the night grew old and dawn crept on, they moved together, locked in the ancient dance. Slower now, gentler...there was little left that he had to give, but she could feel that she was close, so close...and in a sudden burst of passion he sat up, his mouth pressing into her shoulder, teeth biting into the skin like a bird of prey pinning its mate down...and though he was scarcely hard for this one final effort as her legs wrapped around his back and she bounced on his lap, Hawkman and Hawkgirl smashed themselves together in a final tumultuous union.

Her cry was like a falcon in his ear. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders like talons. She shook and shuddered, every muscle in her body clamping tight at once...and then she felt it, as she had not felt any of the other times he had cum inside her. Something erupted inside of her, hit so hard and deep into a place that had never been touched before that she shuddered with the impact...and Hawkgirl spasmed and shook as her cervix opened and closed, to let that seed into her womb.

It might have been her imagination, but in that moment Hawkgirl swore she saw a black, oozing liquid drip from the eye of Isis, following the lines of the stone.

They collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard with their exertions. His limp cock slid out of her, pussy drooling cum over the defeated prick.

With one bloody finger, she pushed a lock of hair away from his eyes, and lowered her mouth to his lips to give him a long kiss.

"Kendra," he said, holding her in his arms, her naked, sweaty body laid against his. "Lately I've been having these...dreams..."

At the Black Grail Fertility Clinic, Lois Lane smiled as she crossed Hawkgirl off her list.

"Now," she said aloud, to no one in particular. "Who's next?"