Shayera's life changes forever

Shayera smiled as she walked down the dark Gotham street towards the apartment building that lingered in the distance. She didn’t know why she felt so giddy inside, especially since she’d witnessed John eloping with his new mate.

Somehow, the memory of it didn’t sting quite as much.

It must have had something to do with the young man she’d saved. And oh, how her pussy tingled when she thought of him. Sure, he was shorter than her and obviously not a soldier by any means, but he seemed far more attractive to her than John had ever been. And his eyes… his eyes were beautiful. Mesmerizing, almost.

She clutched the dark brown raincoat around her chest. It concealed her wings effectively, but for the life of her she didn’t know how she’d gotten it.

Come to think of it, didn’t I leave my own raincoat at home?

Shayera stopped for a moment to think. A strange fog crept into her thoughts, and she suddenly found it very hard to think.

Her head thudded. Her pussy twitched.

“Ahn…” she moaned.

Shayera’s emerald eyes flicked open.

“Hm. What was I thinking about? Probably nothing important,” she reasoned, and started walking again.

She didn’t know how she knew where she was going. She’d only been Gotham once before and back then she’d never had the time to memorize street routes and addresses. But now it was like she knew the city like the back of her hand. Such was the certitude with which she strode towards the apartment building beyond.

The gorgeous redhead smiled. Her heart raced. Why was she so excited?

Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, and she felt her pussy juice dribble down her thighs.

The phantom sensation of a finger inching up her tight cunt drifted through her mind. She pictured Jason kneeling behind her as she spread her asscheeks for him to allow him access. The young man grinned and licked his finger and stuck it up her pussy.

Shayera bit her lip hard, the pain stirring her out of her reverie. She blinked. She was standing in front of the apartment building. How had she gotten there so fast? The last she could recall the building stretched at least five or six blocks in the distance.

She rested her hand on her mace, which dangled reassuringly at her hip. It was completely concealed by her coat.

Why am I so nervous? Why am I even here?

The fog returned to her mind. Her pussy clenched.

“This is where I’m supposed to be,” she reasoned, her voice more certain than it had been in a long time.

It was with that that she steeled herself and buzzed apartment 7-A.

The intercom crackled like distant fireworks.

“Hello?” a feminine voice spoke. There was something familiar about it. Shayera was almost certain she’d met the person on the other end of the call before.

“Hello,” she replied, inwardly cursing herself for essentially repeating what the other woman said.

That sounded awkward.

“May I ask who this is?” the voice replied.

“I’m Shayera Hol,” she said. “I… I think I was supposed to come here.”

“Oh, Shayera! I was wondering when you’d get here. I’ll buzz you in. Our apartment is right by the elevator on the seventh floor. You can’t miss it. Look forward to seeing you!”

The intercom clicked off and a buzzing sound emanated from the door. Shayera reached a hand to the handle and opened it, revealing a well-let lobby beyond.

The door closed behind her and was immediately struck by the contrast between the warm, amber glow of the lobby and the dark, dirty streets of Gotham that festered just outside the door.

Her mind, which had been honed from years of soldiering, immediately noticed the armed guards. They were tucked into various alcoves throughout the lobby. Their eyes scanned her like lasers on barcode before they relaxed, determining that she wasn’t a threat.

She went directly to the elevator and found it empty. She pushed the button for floor seven and crossed her arms.

The ride up was slow. Anticipation gnawed at her nerves. She desperately wanted to reach a hand to her pussy. Her legs were practically drenched from her arousal.

Why the hell am I so horny? So wet? I’ve never felt anything like this before.

She braced herself against the elevator wall. A grinding sound filled the elevator. She pulled her hand back, revealing a fresh dent in the wall.

“Shit.”

Shayera clenched her fists.

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

The hallway greeted her with soft white light that streamed down from the ceiling. The floor was soft and carpeted, but not sort of carpet one would find in a cheaper apartment building. It didn’t really fit the tone of Gotham at all.

She stepped out of the elevator and approached the first door that caught her eye.

7-A, read the lettering on the upper middle part of the door.

She knocked.

The door opened moments later and she was greeted with the sight of a woman she’d only met a few times in passing.

Dinah Lance, or Black Canary, had been a late addition to the Justice League. She’d joined at Green Arrow’s behest, though many suspected that her admission was more due Oliver Queen admiring the blonde bombshell’s physical assets.

It came as no surprise to her that Dinah had left the League, and as much she envied Dinah for being able to leave the League on her own terms, Shayera was silently happy for both her and Oliver for finally deciding to tie the knot.

“Shayera, it’s so wonderful to see you. It’s been a long time,” the gorgeous blonde said. “Well, come in!”

Shayera couldn’t help but notice the lack of an engagement ring on Dinah’s hand, but made no comment on it. What really drew her interest was the revealing outfit Dinah had chosen to wear. Aside from her superheroine costume, Dinah had never seemed one to show more skin than necessary. It was why she found it odd that Dinah had answered the door in a set of lacy black lingerie that seemed a size small on her, for her breasts practically poured out of the top.

I suppose if Dinah wants to wear such a thing in her own apartment, there’s nothing wrong about that. It’s completely normal actually.

The Thanagarian smiled at her former teammate and entered the apartment. She stepped into a small foyer obviously designed to serve as a stopping point for guests to unload their shoes, coats, and bags. She found a coat hanger and slid her raincoat off, exposing her wings and her tight black jumpsuit. She expanded her wings experimentally, delighting in the way they were allowed to stretch once more.

“Yes, it has been a while,” she turned to face Dinah. “You left the League before I did. I was never sure why, though.”

Dinah smiled at her. “After a while, I decided that the whole world saving thing wasn’t for me. Things are so out of focus and big picture up on the Watchtower that it’s easy to forget that there are ordinary people with problems. Here in Gotham I can make sure everyday citizens stay safe.”

Shayera nodded.

Respectable.

“I’m surprised you’re fine with my being here. Not too many people on Earth trust me these days.”

Dinah waved away her concerns, her big breasts jiggling as she did so.

“I have to admit, I did blame you for the shitstorm that hit Gotham during the invasion. Looking back now, I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge. It must have been so hard for you to choose between your people and ours. In the end, you made the right choice and that’s what matters,” Dinah said.

A warm feeling suffused Shayera’s chest.

“That’s… thank you, Dinah. You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say that.”

“Don’t mention it. Now why don’t you follow me. Jason’s been expecting you,” Dinah grinned and walked into the hallway beyond. Her juicy bubble butt jiggle and swayed as she moved. Her cheeks had practically swallowed the black g-string she wore.

“Jason?” she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice as she followed Dinah. “You mean Jason Hall?”

Dinah turned her head to look back at her.

“The very same. I’ve actually been mentoring him for a little while,” the blonde said with no small amount of pride in her voice.

Shayera clamped down on the reflexive spark of jealousy that ignited within her chest. Jason Hall was one of the few humans she’d met who didn’t outright distrust or fear her for involvement in her people’s invasion of Earth. She’d saved his life and he’d rewarded her by ogling her breasts, hips, and ass. It had been such a delicious, satisfying feeling. She wished she’d taken him under her wing right then and there. Powers or no, she’d teach him everything she had to offer. She’d protect him and serve him with no expectation of reward, for the mere hope that his hypnotic eyes would gaze upon her again.

In that instant, she wished she were Dinah. She wished she were human and unburdened by hatred of an entire world. She wished she could be with Jason.

“I saved his life earlier,” she couldn’t help but say.

“I know,” Dinah put an extra bit of sway in her hips. Shayera couldn’t help but stare at the other woman’s delicious ass.

She pictured Jason bending Dinah over and forcing her to take his big fat cock up her ass. She imagined herself watching on with approval, encouraging Jason to tire out the human woman so she could have him all to herself for the rest of the night.

They entered the living room to find a dark-haired woman with a generous rear and large tits eagerly deepthroating the young man who’d grown to mean so much to Shayera.

“That’s it, Helena. Suck my cock. You’re such a good slut!” Jason trailed his hand through the brunette’s hair.

Helena? That couldn’t be Helena Bertinelli, could it?

Shayera watched mesmerized as the woman on her knees took Jason’s cock into her throat. Lewd gagging and slurping sounds filled the room before she lifted herself off his cock. A long string of drool connected her lips to the tip of Jason’s huge cock.

She couldn’t help but bite her lip as she stared longingly at the cock which twitched tantalizingly in front of her.

He’s… he’s much bigger than John.

Her pussy clenched and her thighs rubbed together.

“Hm, that’s great to hear. Am I better than Dinah?” the dark-haired woman teased. Her almost-violet eyes twinkled with mischief. She gave her chest a little shake, causing her rather large breasts to jiggle. “Has that cheating slut finally lost her edge?”

“In your dreams, Helena,” Dinah stepped past Shayera. Jason’s eyes snapped up to look at the blonde. He drank in Dinah’s voluptuous body and licked his lips. Shayera stared two holes in the back of Dinah’s head. Wasn’t she beautiful enough to warrant a long, perverted stare from the boy whose life she’d saved? Dinah seemed to bask in his attention, oblivious to Shayera’s musings. She bent over low so Jason could get a good view of her breasts. “Hey babe. Shayera managed to find her way here.”

His eyes flicked past Dinah to stare at her.

Shayera’s heart quickened. She blushed and looked back at him. His eyes were beautiful. She felt like she could stare into them all day. Funnily enough, that seemed a more attractive proposition to her now than John asking her back. And how long had she fantasized and hoped beyond hope that the former love of her life would forgive her?

“‘Babe?’ Aren’t you supposed to be his mentor, Dinah?” Helena smirked. “Maybe Oliver should be worried.”

“It’s just a turn of phrase, Helena!” Dinah glared at her friend, but Shayera noticed that she didn’t deny anything.

“So Shayera. What brings you to our humble abode?” Jason asked her.

‘Our humble abode?’ I thought this was Dinah’s apartment.

“I just… needed to be here,” she said in lieu of any other explanation. “I’m not sure why. I don’t even remember walking here.”

“That’s a little strange,” Dinah gave her a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright, Shayera?”

Helena chimed in as well. “You should sit down.”

Shayera swallowed. “Maybe I should.”

She made her way to the couch and sat next to Jason.

His closeness was soothing, but she couldn’t shake the idea that something was wrong.

“Blank Canary. Blank Huntress.”

The other two women in the room immediately stilled. Their faces slackened and their eyes stared straight ahead. Their chests rose and fell and their eyes blinked occasionally, but they showed no signs of life beyond that.

“What the hell-”

“It’s interesting, isn’t it?” Jason mused. She couldn’t help but fall silent at the mere utterance of his voice. He gazed at Dinah and Helena before glancing at her. “A few words is all I need to take away everything a person is. I know that must be terrifying to you. Terrifying to anyone, really. That’s why I wanted you here, Shayera.”

Her pussy gushed, even as her heart quickened as her mind reached a horrifying conclusion.

“You’re a mind controller.”

Jason smiled and nodded at her slightly, as if prompting her to continue.

“You’re controlling me right now,” she muttered. “That’s why I came here.”

She swallowed. “It’s also why I… why it’s so easy for me to stop thinking about John.”

I can’t move. Dammit. How did I fall under his sway so easily? There must be something I can do to get away from him. I’m much stronger than him, but the very idea of hurting him makes me hate myself. Fuck!

“Yeah. That little bit was my touch. Consider it a gift. You betrayed your own people and saved the planet and how did your boyfriend reward you? He cast you aside like a broken tool,” he said.

“John didn’t…” she tried to excuse her ex’s actions. She’d betrayed his trust and condemned thousands of humans to die in the Thanagarian invasion. “He had his reasons.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s why he’s fucking another woman now, mere months after he dumped you. The Justice League couldn’t wait to get rid of you either. I hear they’ve brought on more than enough heavy hitters to replace you.”

“Enough!” she clenched her fists, tearing through the leather cushions of the couch like they were tissue paper. She didn’t want to hear him go on.

I don’t want him to convince me he’s right.

“When… how do you know all this about me?” she said, if only to prevent him from bringing up painful memories.

“Come on, Shayera. After you saved me, I got into your head. You told me everything I wanted to know. That’s when I knew I had to have you,” he said. “I’ll never throw you away, Shayera.”

He won’t?

She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to wrap them around his big, delicious cock.

“What do you want from me?” she glanced at Dinah and Helena. She couldn’t help but pity the poor women for being locked inside their own minds. Was that to be her fate? “Why not just brainwash me like you did the others?”

Jason grasped her chin and **** her to look at him. She almost swooned at the physical contact.

Blushing, she tried to compose herself.

“Dinah and Helena are strong and capable. They’re very beautiful, too,” he smirked, and she could only imagine exactly what Jason had been doing to them since he’d brainwashed them. “But they’re not strong enough to fight another member of the original seven.”

For the first time that night, she chuckled.

“You want a bodyguard? That’s what this is all about?”

“Kind of,” Jason said. Despite everything, she found herself appreciating his frankness. It was more than she’d gotten from anyone on the League save Batman and Wonder Woman. “I also think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, inside and out. What you went through to save Earth; giving up the only home you’ve ever known just to become an outcast here… You know, I’m not someone who’s easily moved by anything. I didn’t even fucking cry at the end of Gladiator. But you impressed me.”

Shayera giggled. She felt unshed tears prick the edge of her eyes and **** them back.

“Okay. Strange references aside, I know I care more about your opinion of me than I should. Yet somehow it doesn’t matter to me. I still feel good whenever you praise me. Hell, I feel incredible just by being near you. Is it always going to be like this?” she asked.

“Better.”

It was a one word answer, but it said so much.

Would it really be so bad if I stayed with Jason? It’s not like I have much choice anyway.

“I have a few conditions,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows again.

“Name them.”

Shayera swallowed. She knew she had no way to **** Jason to adhere to any condition she named, but he was speaking to her like this for a reason.

Maybe…

Feeling bold, she leaned towards him, exposing her generous cleavage. She watched with barely concealed pride as the young man stared at her breasts.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.