The Deal

A Hawkgirl fanfic by Comix_Fana

Hawkgirl, Green Lantern. Batman and Wonder Woman are copyrighted by DC Comics. This is pure fan fiction, and I receive no pay or other benefit from it.

Chapter 1 – the Prisoner

In a Watchtower interrogation room, a brown-haired, muscular 35 year-old man sat quietly, his face haggard. Watching him with a mixed expression of disgust, anger and contempt were Batman, Green Lantern and Wonder Woman.

Green Lantern finally broke the awkward silence, putting his hands on the table separating them.

"You’re one sorry piece of trash. We have you on counts of breaking and entry, theft, assault and battery, kidnapping and rape." Green Lantern said.

The prisoner looked up, fixing his tired brown eyes on Green Lantern’s.

"I deny nothing. I do dispute the assault and battery charge…she surprised me, I grabbed her wrist and she went down like a ton of bricks." He said.

"Smart-ass son of a…" Green Lantern said, raising a fist.

Batman grabbed Green Lantern’s forearm, pulling him back.

"Easy there Lantern. Shayera said she wanted to handle this herself, and you know what she’ll do to you if he isn’t in speaking condition." He said, calmly.

Green Lantern nodded and stepped back, casting the prisoner a stare that could have turned the Medusa to stone. Batman stepped forward and gave the prisoner an appraising look.

"Steven Quinn, a.k.a. the Snake. I must say I’m impressed; high-tech Cat suit rendering you invisible to heat sensors, just like a reptile. You also have your own snake’s venom of sorts; a non-lethal paralyzing toxin in case you’re attacked…" Batman said.

"Impressed, Bats have you gone nuts?" Green Lantern said.

Batman raised his right hand, in a manner that clearly stated "shut up John!"

"You’ve squeezed billions in assets from various Corporations thanks to a computer hacking savvy that’s second to none; in fact you could teach our own specialists a thing or two." Batman continued, calmly.

"Okay…so Green Lantern’s the bad cop, Batman’s the good cop…is Wonder Woman only here as eye-candy?" Quinn wondered, silently.

"Also as slippery as a snake, it took a Justice League sting operation to finally catch you, and even then; you nearly slipped through our fingers. A few things bother me though, for starters, kidnapping and sexual assault don’t fit your MO. Secondly, Shayera insisted to handle your case personally." Batman said.

"I for one agree; questioning her assailant may be therapeutic and I’ve heard stories about Thanagarian interrogation techniques…to hell with conflict of interest, I’d call it poetic justice!" Green Lantern said.

Batman turned his head and gave Green Lantern a harsh stare that made him flinch. He returned his attention to the man formerly known as ‘The Snake’.

"Shayera was pretty explicit that you weren’t to be hurt or there would be hell to pay. I’m not exactly sure what occurred while she was in your custody but…" Batman continued.

Wonder Woman cast Batman a quizzical glance.

"Speaking of which, where is she? She asked us to ‘keep an eye on Casanova’ but didn’t exactly say why…" Wonder Woman said.

"Our Thanagarian detective wants to check a few facts for herself before interrogating him." Batman said.

Quinn looked up, calmly.

"In the mean time, three of the most feared and respected Justice Leaguers play mind games with the suspect…smart!" Quinn said, with a subtle smirk.

Wonder Woman hit the table with her fist, looking furious; making him jump.

"You’re no suspect! You were found buck-naked sexually molesting Shayera! So keep your yap shut and wipe that smirk off your stupid face! Shayera is like a sister to me! Why she seems to be protecting you is beyond me." She said.

Quinn swallowed nervously and nodded, sweat stinging his eyes. His final heist had been plagued by a succession of mishaps and he had compounded mistake after mistake. His unlikely saving grace might be the very woman he was accused of raping; Shayera Hol, Hawkgirl.

Chapter 2 – Many hours earlier

After disabling Luthorcorp’s security system using a cutting edge Trojan virus, Quinn entered the building using a service entrance, unseen. His target was the Finance department, where he would be able to work his magic.

"Keep security busy with the Trojan, bypass the mainframe firewall by hacking the system from the inside…and then we get Luthorcorp to donate to charity!" He thought.

Even after the disappearance of Lex Luthor, Luthorcorp was still a force to be reckoned with on the Stock Market; which still dabbled in research that wasn’t all that kosher. It was thus the perfect target for the Snake.

"Time for the slime balls to give back to the people they’ve stepped on." He thought.

Security would be too busy figuring out why the system was down to give him any problems, and any officer unfortunate enough to cross his path would be handled, quietly.

He took the service staircase, climbing quietly to the fifth floor, where the Finance Department was located. He put his hand on the door and paused for a moment, convinced he had heard something.

"Security patrol, so soon? I better be careful…" He thought, removing one glove.

He quietly opened the door, and looked around to see if the coast was clear. Satisfied, he walked out carefully, thinking he was in the clear. A few moments later, he heard that same noise again, coming from a few meters behind him.

He nearly jumped as he felt a hand grabbing his left shoulder. He swung around, grabbing his assailant by the wrist with his ungloved hand. His fingertips were covered with a transcutaneous gel that contained a toxin to which he was immune, but caused temporary paralysis to his attacker.

His assailant had indeed gone down, hitting the floor with a dull thud. After getting over the initial surprise, he realized that his assailant was female and sported a large pair of wings.

"Shit, Hawkgirl!" Quinn said, panicking.

"Fuck, I must have really become careless if the Justice League is on my tail…she can’t respond, which means reinforcements will be on their way momentarily... shit, shit shit! What do I do now?" Quinn thought; his heart racing.

Without thinking, he picked her up and carried her to the staircase, leaving her mace on the floor behind them.

"Geez, you’d think a winged woman would be lighter so she can fly…" He mumbled nervously.

"Oh, you’re gonna pay for that comment!" Shayera thought, raging.

While she could not move, she could see, hear and feel quite well. After going down one flight of stairs, he put her down, stretched his back and then picked her up again in a fireman’s carry, increasing his pace.

They made it to the same service entrance unseen and he carried her towards the spot where he had parked his minivan; a few blocks away. He carefully laid Shayera in the back, making sure she was on her stomach with her head sideways, to prevent her from choking on her saliva or swallowing her tongue.

Next, he took his seat behind the wheel. He started the van and drove at a leisurely pace, knowing that speeding would increase the likelihood of being pulled over.

"Great, just mother-fuckin’ great…heist down the tubes, paralyzed a Justice Leaguer and now…now…now I don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do…" Quinn mumbled furiously.

"Obviously not…you must have a death wish kidnapping me!" Shayera thought.

"Not that you give a damn but I had a good thing going you know? Took money from those slime balls who grow rich and fat while stepping on the poor people, and donated it to Hospitals and Charities who actually need it…believe it or not there’s a scholarship for underprivileged kids that I also financed…" Quinn said.

"Yeah, yeah, how very noble of you…you’re a regular Robin Tool!" Shayera thought.

She could feel her saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, running down her cheek.

"Gross…oh I’m gonna make you pay for this you son of a bitch!" Shayera thought.

"Okay…okay…desperate times call for desperate measures…my best bet is to take care of you while your body gets rid of the toxin, yeah, that’s right…make sure you don’t swallow your tongue or choke on your saliva and then…throw myself at your mercy!" Quinn said.

"Is he kidding?" Shayera thought.

"That may be the only way I could avoid getting beaten within an inch of my life by pissed off Leaguers…yeah…end of the line for the Snake, but at least I get to live to see my next birthday…" Quinn continued.

"Bright boy…" Shayera thought.

"Why did you have to show up anyway? I have no beef with you or with the Justice League, I sure as hell know better than to mess with the big guns!" Quinn said.

"Okay, so it was an accident…I’m still pissed off at you but…you weren’t targeting me personally, it was more like a defensive reflex…" Shayera thought.

"Now I’m not sure how close Thanagarian and Human physiologies are; but no worries, the toxin is non-lethal. A man of average size recovers full faculties within a few hours. My intention is to neutralize any assailant without causing bodily harm." Quinn said.

"Good to know…" Shayera thought.

The mini van slowed down and Quinn removed his mask, wiping sweat from his face. The van came to a full stop and Quinn disembarked, went to the back and opened the door. He carefully pulled Shayera out and hoisted her in the fireman’s carry again. He took her to his apartment.

Chapter 3- the Seduction.

Shayera was now sitting comfortably on a couch, where Quinn had placed her with great care. As he had said, Quinn was taking care of her and thus far, was being a perfect gentleman with her.

"I hope your wings aren’t uncomfortable, you are kind of sitting on them." Quinn said.

He wiped drool from her mouth with a cool facecloth.

"You can’t hear me, but my wings feel fine…so does that facecloth, refreshing. For an asshole, you’re okay I guess…" She thought.

He looked at her and smiled.

"Not that I hang out with them, but criminals love to run their mouths. Most of them gush on how hot Wonder Woman, Black Canary and Huntress are and what they’d do to them given a chance…" Quinn said.

"No big surprise there…men are pigs…" Shayera thought.

"None of them ever mention you and I don’t get that; you’re very pretty…scratch that, you’re drop-dead gorgeous! I mean you’re a true angel, complete with wings!" Quinn said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere…to your credit though, if you had wanted to rape me you would have already done so and dumped my body in some back alley, naked and vulnerable…" Shayera thought.

He wiped her mouth again, and kissed her, unable to resist.

"Oh damn, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, not while you’re incapacitated…" Quinn babbled.

"Like I’d let you kiss me if I wasn’t? I mean you’re kinda cute but…" Shayera thought.

Quinn looked at Shayera and noticed something, a twitch at the corner of her mouth after he had kissed her.

"Wait a minute…I think your body’s already fighting off the toxin, your mouth just twitched…bare with me, I need to make sure…" Quinn said.

He gently held her face and kissed her again, more firmly.

"Hey you jerk! Don’t take advantage of the situation you…you…damn you’re a good kisser for an asshole!" Shayera thought.

Still holding her face, Quinn observed and saw her mouth twitch again. He nodded, smiling.

"That’s great news Hawkgirl, whether you liked my kiss or not, your mouth just twitched from it. Physical stimulus seems to be helping your body fight the toxin!" Quinn said.

He took the facecloth again and gently wiped her mouth, but noticed she was no longer drooling.

"And your swallow reflex is back, which means there is no more risk of you choking on your saliva." Quinn said, relieved.

"It’s something to be thankful for at least!" She thought; swallowing to make sure she was indeed able to.

He dropped the facecloth to the floor and gave Shayera an admiring glance; her fiery red mane, her majestic wings, her pulpous lips, her incredibly shapely body clad in skintight spandex.

Suddenly, all thoughts of fear were replaced by an overbearing sense of lust. He wanted her, badly. Still, the risk of a savage beating at the hands of various Justice Leaguers made him hesitate.

"Tread carefully Stevie-boy…fuck her while she’s incapacitated and she’ll rip your lungs out and show ‘em to you once she’s better…then her pals will take turns kicking your ass." Quinn thought.

He drew in a sharp breath and looked at Shayera in the eyes.

"Look, so far we know that physical stimulus will help you burn the toxin faster, and I’m sure you’d rather regain full body-control sooner than later." Quinn said.

"Understatement of the year!" Shayera thought.

"This’ll sound like a cheesy cliché, but I need to know whether or not you’re cool with me stimulating you. Blink your eyes once for yes and twice for no. Understood?" Quinn said.

"I can see where you’re going with this…typical man! Then again, if it does snap me out of it faster…and you are kind of cute, and you are a good kisser, and you have been taking care of me like you said you would…let’s face it, since John hooked up with Vixen I’ve been in need of release something fierce…" Shayera thought.

Shayera blinked once.

"Do you find me …to your liking?" Quinn asked.

Wishing that she could smile, Shayera blinked once.

"You may be an asshole but you’re a cute asshole! And the fact that you want my consent is kind of sweet!" She thought.

Quinn smiled.

"I’m glad to know that!" Quinn said.

Chapter 4- The Cure

Quinn put a pillow behind Shayera’s head, to make sure she was comfortable. He stood in front of her and removed his t-shirt.

"Nice bod…the jerk works out! Cute face, nice bod…wonder what’s hiding in those pants of his?" Shayera thought.

He put one knee on the couch beside her left leg and brushed her hair aside, exposing the soft skin of her neck. He began kissing the left side of her neck, first gently and then more firmly. She was breathing faster as he moved his lips from her trapezius to her ear and back.

He stopped momentarily and looked at her face.

"Do you like that?" Quinn asked.

Shayera blinked once.

"Oooh it’s driving me crazy… it kind of tickles but I like it…" Shayera thought.

Quinn resumed the neck kissing, now adding his tongue to the fray, licking her smooth skin adding a few nibbles for good measure.

"Nnnnnnnnnnh!" Shayera moaned.

"Vocal control returning, we’re making progress! Permission to remove your clothes? I won’t do anything you don’t want." Quinn said.

Shayera blinked once.

"Do it you twit…I didn’t realize how horny I was until you kissed me and I couldn’t push you off…come on, I’m yours for the taking, I promise I won’t hurt you…too badly once I snap out of it!" Shayera thought.

Quinn nodded and knelt, taking Shayera’s left foot in his hands to pull her boot off. He tossed the boot aside and caressed her foot, which felt warm and sweaty, but he didn’t care.

He massaged it gently, paying attention to her reactions. Her breathing was deep and slow, as if the foot massage was very soothing, obtaining a low, pleasured moan from her. He removed her right boot next and repeated his massage on her right foot, triggering another series of low, pleasured moans from Shayera.

He stood up and put his left arm around her waist and lifted her up. With his right hand, he grabbed the waistband of her tights and pulled them down, exposing her shapely ass.

He put her back down and finished removing her tights, dropping them to the floor. He caressed her shins, knees and thighs with a slow, smooth touch that gave Shayera goose bumps. His hands moved to her hips and then back to her thighs.

"Your skin is very smooth and soft." Quinn said, in a soothing voice.

He looked up at her and she blinked once before he even asked. He spread her legs open and noticed her breathing speeding up again. He touched her pussy with his left hand, gently spreading her labia.

"Nnnnnnnnnnh!" Shayera moaned.

"Sensitive huh? Geez you’re so wet!" Quinn said.

"I’m horny you idiot!" Shayera thought.

He put his hands back on her hips and leaned between her legs, bringing his mouth to her hot, wet pussy.

His tongue traced her labia, brushed against her clit and then went up and down the wet opening, savoring the sweet love juice.

"UUUUUH" Shayera hummed, louder.

"Voice control improving, we’re on the right track!" Quinn said.

He focused on her clit, licking it, kissing it, sucking it and biting it gingerly.

"Uuuh…uuuh…uuuuuh…UUUUUUH!" Shayera moaned increasingly louder, feeling an orgasm about to explode.

Quinn inserted a probing finger into her hot, wet pussy while still licking her clit; looking for that sweet spot that could trigger a massive orgasm.

"UUUUUUUUUH!" Shayera nearly screamed out of pleasure.

"Do Thanagarian women have a G-spot?" Quinn asked, temporarily interrupting his lip service.

He resumed licking her clit while probing the inner-walls of Shayera’s tight pussy, with his middle finger.

"NNUUUUAAAAAAAAH!" Shayera screamed, as Quinn had indeed found her G spot.

Quinn increased his finger pressure, licking her clit at double speed.

"Oh you jerk…oh you asshole…too intense…too much…I can’t breathe! I can’t think!! I’m cuh…cuh…" Shayera thought, a powerful orgasm overtaking her entire body.

‘NNYEAAAAAAAHHHH!" She screamed as she came.

Her body buckled from the orgasm, her fingers twitched and her toes curled. Quinn smiled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Muscle control improving, fingers and toes twitched and vocal control also improving…can you pronounce words?" Quinn asked.

Shayera managed a subtle nod, which was another encouraging sign.

"I unh ngaii…" She stammered, then let out a frustrated grunt.

"No, this is very encouraging, don’t get upset! You were trying to say ‘I can try’, right?" Quinn said.

Shayera managed a subtle smile and nodded again, ever so slightly. Quinn smiled and scratched his head.

"Looks like you need more stimuli…are you up for it?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah!" Shayera said.

"’cause you know what buttons to push and I’m hornier than when we started!" Shayera thought.

"’ock" Shayera mumbled, sticking out her tongue.

Quinn smiled, brought his face closer to hers and French-kissed her. Shayera moaned, frowning, another good sign.

"What, that’s not what you asked? What do you want me to do?" Quinn asked.

This time, Shayera arched her eyebrows.

"’ock! ‘ooock!" She repeated, more insistently, once again sticking her tongue out.

"Get a clue, whip out that cock of yours and let me suck it!" Shayera thought.

"‘ock’…what could you mean…" Quinn wondered.

He looked up, blushing.

"You don’t mean…" He said, pointing at his pants zipper.

"Yeah!" Shayera said, her nod becoming more assured.

Quinn took off his shoes, pants and underwear, releasing a throbbing boner.

"You sure you feel up to this?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, yeah!" Shayera said, nodding and smiling.

"Okay, let’s make this as easy as possible…" Quinn said.

He stacked a bunch of pillows on Shayera’s right hand side, near the arm of the couch. He moved her towards the pillows, and then laid her on her side, bringing her legs up on the couch.

He then flipped her on her stomach, so that her chest would be on the pillows and that her head would be at the right height, facing the right side of the couch.

"That would also serve for a wicked doggy-style position." He thought, shivering with anticipation.

He looked at the back of her spandex top, and understood how she slipped it on – there were two small zippers in the spandex fabric, located just beneath each wing.

"Want me to take your top off too? I just noticed the two zippers underneath your wings." Quinn said.

"Yeah, off!" Shayera said, encouraged that she was able to pronounce a few consonants.

Quinn unzipped her top and pulled the middle piece over her head, minding her ears and nose. He put his right arm around her waist to pull her up, so he could remove her top. He put her back down on the pillows, pulling her a bit higher to make sure the angle was comfortable.

He walked to the edge of the couch and put his hands on her head, slowly sliding his erect cock in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking it gently, her tongue licking, circling the head of his cock.

He slowly rocked his pelvis back and forth, worried that he might make her gag if he pushed too deep. Shayera uttered an encouraging "uh-huh!" letting him know that she wanted him to keep on fucking her mouth.

The sensations were becoming more and more intense, her wet, warm mouth felt unbelievably good, bringing him closer to an orgasm of his own. He gasped as her left hand had reached for his balls, holding the scrotum gently but firmly.

"Motor fuh…functions returning…I…I’m glad you duh…didn’t rip my ball sack off!" Quinn said, grunting with pleasure.

With his cock still in her mouth, Shayera snickered.

"If…if you want me in you, you really should slow down!" Quinn mumbled.

Shayera let go of his balls and let him slide out of her mouth.

"’kay!" She said, grinning.

Quinn gasped, and walked, shaky-legged to the front of the couch, wrapping his head around the fact that he had just been face-fucking Shayera Hol, and had nearly cum in her mouth.

"I’ll take an educated guess and say that doggy style would be appropriate?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah!" Shayera replied, in a teasing voice.

Heart palpitating, Quinn climbed on the couch, straddling Shayera’s rump rather than kneeling between her legs, and pulled her hips up, to expose her pussy. Guiding his cock with his left hand, he rubbed the head of his dick on her wet labia, looking for the opening.

He finally slid into her, making them both moan out of pleasure, sending a tremor through her wings. He squeezed her ass between his legs, grinding into her, and slid his hands between the pillows and her body, cupping her tits, feeling the soft flesh and hard nipples, giving them a firm squeeze, making her shout "OH YEAH!"

"You…you can talk now?" Quinn asked, squeezing her tits and grinding his cock deeper in her tight pussy.

"Don’t …don’t ask stupid questions, I’m about to cum again, just keep on fuh-fucking me, don’t hold back you asshole…you’re an idiot but you’re making up for your blunders…" Shayera said, gasping.

Quinn complied, squeezing Shayera’s firm B-cuppers a bit harder, pumping his cock into her tight pussy harder and faster, encouraged by her screams of pleasure. This is where everything went black for Quinn. To be more precise, everything went green.

His body went numb and he could feel the odd sensation of falling off the couch as his sight grew dim. The last thing he saw was Shayera jumping off the couch perfectly able-bodied, standing between him and intruders he couldn’t quite make out.

"Great…just mother-fuckin’ great…stunned buck-naked, fucking Hawkgirl while she’s incapacitated…run as The Snake is over…and blue-balled for good measure." Quinn thought, before passing out.

Chapter 5- Conclusion

"All right, I’m here. Give us some privacy; I’ll handle this part myself." Shayera said, stepping into the interrogation room.

Wonder Woman walked passed Shayera, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I am there for you my sister, if you need my help." Wonder Woman said.

"Don’t worry Diana, I’ll be fine." Shayera said, smiling.

Batman followed Wonder Woman out of the interrogation room, acknowledging Shayera with a respectful nod. Shayera returned his nod, and gave Green Lantern an angry frown.

"Well? Don’t you have something to do, like go kiss Vixen’s ass?" Shayera snapped.

Green Lantern raised a finger up in the air, as if he was about to say something harsh, but then shrugged with a frustrated grunt and stormed out of the interrogation room, the door sliding shut behind him.

She turned her attention to Quinn and smiled, taking the chair facing him.

"Well Steven…you don’t mind if I call you Steven?" Shayera asked.

"Not at all, in fact I like it better than ‘asshole’ or ‘idiot’, Hawkgirl!" Quinn said, smiling.

Shayera laughed good-heartedly.

"Please, we’ve been intimate, call me Shayera. I’ve been doing some fact-checking. I’ve cross-referenced the various amounts confirmed stolen by The Snake and did a worldwide search for Hospitals, Charities or Scholarships that had received large amounts from anonymous donors…" Shayera said.

"And your findings were…Shayera?" Quinn asked.

Shayera’s smile widened.

"It all checks out, to the last penny. You’ve donated everything, pocketing diddly-squat." Shayera said.

Quinn felt something touching his calf. He looked down and recognized Shayera’s boot. He looked at her gape-mouthed; as she was playing footsies under the table with him, inside a Watchtower interrogation room.

She smiled at him smugly and arched her eyebrows as if to say "What? I’m not doing anything!"

"You have hit many Corporations, but not Wayne Industries or Queen Enterprises. Is there a reason for that?" Shayera asked.

Quinn shrugged.

"They’re clean. They are the few exceptions that actually give back to the community and have solid ‘Green Initiatives’ to protect the environment. There was no reason for the Snake to force them to be charitable." Quinn said.

Shayera smiled and nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"Look, I fully comprehend that you panicked when you realized it was me that you paralyzed, and that you had no intention of molesting me when you took me with you; you simply lost your head." Shayera said.

"Yeah…that pretty much sums it up." Quinn replied, blushing.

"And the way you took care of me to make sure I recovered from the toxin was definitely not typical of a sex predator." Shayera said.

"I’m glad you feel that way." Quinn said, with a thankful smile on his lips.

"And when we did start having sex, you made sure that you had my consent. A rapist would have just taken advantage of the fact that I was paralyzed, ripped my clothes off, plugged my every hole and dumped my defenseless body in some back-alley after he was done." Shayera said.

"I…it’s gonna sound cheesy, but I couldn’t have if I tried. Like I said when I took you, I have no beef with you or with the Justice League. Treating you that way would have been…plain wrong!" Quinn said.

"Face it Stevie-boy, you developed a crush on her and you didn’t want to see her hurt!" Quinn thought.

Still playing footsies with him, Shayera smiled seductively and reached for his hands, holding them.

"I’m willing to drop the charges of assault, kidnapping and rape. Your prior thefts though…that’s another story. Your Robin Hood complex is endearing, and I agree those corporations deserved it, but you still broke the law…unless you’re willing to cut a deal." Shayera said, smiling cryptically.

"And what are your terms?" Quinn asked.

Shayera leaned her head closer.

"From this point on, you’re my beyotch. Your technological knowledge and computer hacking skills would be serious investigative assets for me. So if I need info or certain technological tools; I expect you to deliver." Shayera said.

"Sounds good to me, is that all?" Quinn said.

"Are you kidding? And, whenever I need sexual gratification, you are to deliver that as well on demand. And if I need a place to sleep other than my stuffy Watchtower quarters, your apartment is my apartment." Shayera said.

"Do I get to sleep in bed with you?" Quinn asked.

"Yes!" Shayera said, smiling.

"Then that’s fine with me!" Quinn said.

Shayera’s expression became serious and she tightened her grip on his hands.

"Let me be perfectly clear; you cross me in any way, shape or form and I’ll save the cops a trip and personally rip your lungs out. Respect the terms of our deal and as far as the police are concerned, the notorious Snake simply gave us the slip, never to be seen again. Do we have a deal?" Shayera asked.

"Woof, woof!" Quinn replied, smiling.

Shayera loosened her grip, shaking with laughter.

"My…my beyotch indeed!" Shayera said.

"Speaking of dogs…Shayera…when we started to…do it doggy-style, your speech was perfect. Before that, while you were giving me oral sex, you reached and held my balls in your hand, using a nice, controlled movement. Just before I passed out, I saw you jump-off the couch, fully able-bodied…" Quinn said.

Shayera lowered her eyes, grinning.

"Oops…I’m busted aren’t I?" Shayera said, coyly.

"If you don’t mind my asking, just when did you regain full control?" Quinn asked, smirking.

"Right after you shook my entire body with that G-spot orgasm…just thinking about it makes me feel weak in the knees…but I was enjoying the way you were fussing over me, moving my body around; going that extra mile to pleasure me…so I kept playing paralyzed!" Shayera said.

"I take it that my sexual skills were adequate then?" Quinn asked.

"And then some…oh, by the way…" Shayera said.

She leaned forward as if to whisper in his ear, but then punched him in the shoulder, smirking.

"Ow, what was that for?" Quinn asked, rubbing his shoulder.

"For implying that I am overweight; wise guy!" Shayera said, crossing her arms.

"What, is it my fault that muscle weighs more than fat? You redefine athletic Shayera!" Quinn said.

"Well done, nice save Casanova! And now…" Shayera stood up.

She walked around the table and bent forward, planting a hot, passionate kiss on Quinn’s lips, darting her tongue fiercely in his mouth, seeking his tongue and finally finding it, playing a sensuous game of tag.

"Stand up Steven, time to seal our deal!" Shayera said, with a wink.

He stood up and she knelt down, unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"I feel bad, you made me cum twice but Green Lantern had to interrupt us just as you were about to shoot your load. I owe you this blowjob…" Shayera said.

"I wouldn’t say you owe me…" Quinn said, observing Shayera pull his briefs down.

"I feel like I do!" Shayera said, pulling up her top, exposing her firm, perky breasts.

"You don’t think my tits are too small do you?" Shayera said.

Very aroused by the unexpected turn of events, Quinn could only babble as his cock was regaining its stiffness.

"You’re just…this is…I mean…you’re the greatest, and your tits look perfect…absolutely…." Quinn said.

"Good answer Casanova!" Shayera said, smiling.

She took his cock as deep as she could in her mouth, making him gasp. Knowing how much it turned him on, she also cupped his balls in her left hand, while bobbing her head up and down his stiff cock.

She then licked his cock up and down, rubbed it on her lips and took it back in her mouth making him utter a loud "OH!", which she followed by licking his balls, while jerking him off with her right hand.

"Oh God Shay… oh God that’s too good…AHH!" Quinn moaned loudly.

Shayera paused for a moment, teasing him, and resumed sucking his dick, sticking her tongue out to give the illusion of deep-throating him.

"Oh guh…guh…UUUH!" Quinn grunted.

She then changed tactics, rubbing his cock on her face. She spat in her hand and lubricated his cock with her saliva. Quinn looked at her, gasping and gape-mouthed, shaking with anticipation.

She rubbed his cock on her firm, perky tits; first her nipples, then her cleavage, then back to her nipples; gently scratching his balls with her free hand, making him grunt loudly.

"You…you…you’re driving me crazy…" Quinn moaned.

"Good!" Shayera said, in a sensual, husky voice.

Quicker than lightning, she returned his cock in her mouth, making him roll his eyes in his skull. Keeping the head of his cock in her mouth, she began jerking him off furiously with her right hand and scratching his balls with her left, wanting him to explode in her mouth.

"Go ahead big boy; shoot it right down my throat!" She thought, feverishly.

‘Oh Shay…OH GOD! I’M GONNA CUUUM!" Quinn screamed.

He threw his head back and thrust his hips forward as his hot cum erupted out of his cock and into Shayera’s mouth, all the way down her wanting throat.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, pulling her top back down to cover her tits.

"No mess to clean! What do you think of my Thanagarian Interrogation techniques?" Shayera asked.

Looking frazzled, Quinn pulled his pants up.

"Amazing, second to none in fact… I’m gonna like working with you, I sure love the way you seal your deals!" Quinn said.

Shayera laughed, taking Quinn by the arm.

"Time to let the others know that you struck a deal with your truly…trust me, they’ll leave you alone afterwards." Shayera said.

She led him out of the interrogation room.

The End