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"Mistress..." Huntress wasn't sure why she called Batgirl that; she wasn't sure if she was saying it out of respect or from smoldering desire that seemed to be welling up within. However, another part of her was quite certain that it felt right.
Batgirl turned to look at the woman, tilting her head to one side as her eyes flashed an emerald green for a moment as she studied Helena's body. "Is there something on your mind, Helena?" she asked as she slowly walked up to Huntress, stopping when her face
was only inches away, her eyes locking her Huntress' own.
What do you really want, Helena?
Huntress felt her body shudder in pleasure as Batgirl's unspoken question echoed through her mind. She couldn't break away from the former heroine's gaze and found herself becoming lost in those green eyes.
"I want..." Huntress gasped in pleasure as she felt her breasts being massaged, her nipples hardening rapidly.
"Yes?" the former Barbara Gordon asked as her fingernails extended to claws and she ripped way the top of Huntress' already revealing costume. She teasingly let one claw lightly circle a nipple, getting another gasp of pleasure from the woman. "As you were
"Mistress...I...wish to.." she was cut off as Batgirl's fingers touched her lips.
"You really mean that when you call me that, don't you?" Batgirl asked. She didn't really need an answer since she saw the truth from looking into Helena's mind.
"Yes," Helena gasped as pleasure rippled through her body from admitting the truth. "And I wish for you to-"
Batgirl suddenly lunged forward, her movement a blur before Helena suddenly found herself up against a wall and eagerly returning the deep kiss she was receiving.
I know what you want, Helena...
There was no mistaking it this time, Batgirl's voice was inside her mind.
And I am more than willing to give it to you...
Batgirl broke the kiss and then smiled. "But first...do you swear yourself to me..."
In an act of complete surrender, Huntress willingly tilted her head to the side, offering her neck to her mistress.
The former Barbara Gordon smiled again. She could smell the blood pulsing just under the skin of Helena's neck. Huntress' surrender was true and complete (apparently Helena had a secret thing for Barbara Gordon before she was changed by The Zipper; the change
merely brought those lusty thoughts to the surface). As she bit down and drank Helena's blood, causing the woman to gasp again in pleasure, she found herself trying to make a decision...
Note: Sorry for the lame chapter, folks...been really tired from work.
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