Justice League: Reign of Zod - 3

Another slow day in Jump City.

Kon didn’t mind. Normally, he hated these long hours of nothing, waiting for the Tower alarm to go off. But today… today, he found a better way to pass the time.

Kon didn’t care for the crimes that weren’t happening in the city. He was focused on the now… and the lively blonde in his bed.

Cassie Sandsmark. His Wonder Girl. All bright blue eyes and sweet smiles. Tanned skin, lithe muscle, and splendid agility - and that wasn’t even touching on the gifts granted to her by the Greek Gods. Cassie was the whole package. Eager and vocal. Good for both of them that Kon’s room was soundproof.

“Yeah! Pick up the pace, Kent! Come on!” She was breathless but demanding, her voice so rich and throaty in his ear. Her thighs were locked around his waist, her hands clinging to his naked back. Her nails dug in, urging him to give her more. Urging him deeper.

“You sure?” Kon sank his hips down, putting their bodies flush together. Cassie responded, shivering delightfully against him. 

Kon already knew what her answer would be, but he had to ask. If only because he loved to hear Cassie say it.

Her sex was blazing hot and unbearably tight around him. And so, so wet. Somehow, her voice was even sweeter.

“I won’t break.”

“The bed might.” Kon warned.

Cassie’s giggle was light and girly. It was hard to believe this was the same babe who could bench press a truck. Her heels dug into the small of his back, drawing him down and in. Her fingers drew softly over the back of his neck. She stole a kiss, then another. On the third, she nibbled on his lower lip.

“That just means you’re doing your job right.” Cassie hummed. There was a daring shine to her eyes, the sort of fire only Wonder Woman’s pupil could have. “Come on, Superboy. Show a girl a good time.”

Kon didn’t need to be told twice. He dipped down, putting his lips to Cassie’s neck, kissing, licking, nipping with his teeth. His body went to work, hips rolling and bucking at a quick pace… then quicker. His hands went to Cassie’s full hips, his fingers sinking into the full, soft flesh.

He fucked. And Cassie was all too happy to receive it.

Their music was the creaking of the bed, the sound of gasps and moans and grunts and heated whispers. Demanding and begging and praising and screaming. Kon prided himself on being the only guy who could get good girl Cassie to curse.

She was tight, so tight around his cock. Kon’s eyes dropped to where their bodies joined and he saw her pink sex taking him in, somehow managing to swallow up that thick, veiny rod that he was blessed to call his cock. And God, she was so hot. It was like dipping his prick into frothing honey. Her body was alive with heat. Her skin was thrumming with that energy, that need, buzzing under his roaming hands. He could feel it as she writhed against him, naked skin sliding over naked skin. Everything about Cassie drove him crazy.

Another slow day in Jump City.

Kon hoped it would stay that way.

-  -  -

The midday sun was shining high and bright in the clear, blue sky. Titans Tower loomed tall, the lone silver sentinel of their small island.

Down below, nestled amidst trimmed bushes and neatly kept grass, lay the recreational plaza. A pool, a bar, an unused grill. And a row of poolside loungers. All empty… save for one.

Roy Harper sipped at his drink - diet soda, since their glorious leader Nightwing forbade alcohol from the Tower grounds. The young hero reclined in his pool chair, taking in a deep breath. The air was sweet and fresh.

It was a slow day in Jump City. But the hero called Arsenal didn’t mind one bit. It meant he had time to enjoy the sights. Especially the one lying but a few feet away.

And what a sight she was.

The princess called Starfire was out by the pool, soaking in the sun. Hardly a stitch of clothing on her body - nothing but her undone top and those scant bikini bottoms. So brief was that scrap of fabric that it all but vanished between those firm, full cheeks.

So much orange flesh on display, supple curves and solid muscle that made up the alien woman’s knockout body. She’d just gotten out of the pool so every inch of her was glistening - tiny droplets covered the rise of her buttocks, the lines of her back, the side swells of her breasts…

By comparison, Roy was massively overdressed. Swim trunks down to his knees, an open and oversized hawaiian shirt. And dark aviators. Didn’t want his ogling to be too obvious.

But then Starfire stirred on her rolled out towel, shifting for comfort - hips turning, swaying, sending the faintest ripples through the softness of her ass. She turned her head to face him, her green eyes fluttering open. She met his gaze. 

Roy kept his cool even as the alien princess sent a smile his way.

Starfire propped herself up on her elbows, offering so much more to see of her grand bosom. To Roy’s silent dismay, she somehow managed to keep what he craved most just out of sight - her bikini top was loose, only just barely clinging to her chest. Her cleavage was deep and tempting. Damn near mouthwatering.

“Are you certain you do not wish to swim as well, Roy?” Starfire called out to him. “The water is very refreshing!”

Roy was thankful for the aviators… and for the bagginess of his swim trunks. He gave a lazy wave towards the orange beauty along with a friendly grin.

“In a bit.” He called back. “I’m just relaxing for now. Enjoying the view, you know?”

Roy heard a scoff behind him. He caught movement at the edge of his vision - two figures approaching from the Tower. He turned and saw familiar faces. Scowling faces. 

Raven and Ravager. The co-presidents of the “my dad is a supervillain” club.

Both women were regarding him with clear contempt. Roy didn’t mind. The new arrivals were clad in swimwear, same as Starfire. Not quite as revealing, but pleasing to see all the same. Raven’s one-piece was snug to her body - even more so than her usual hero garb - and put every inch of those lovely legs on display. Who knew gray skin could be so tantalizing? On the other hand was Ravager’s bikini, letting all admire just how fit and toned her lithe body was. The swordswoman wasn’t as curvaceous as Starfire or Raven, but she didn’t need to be. She was as womanly - and enticing - as the rest of them.

Her voice cut through his thoughts.

“You’re such a perv, arrow-boy.” Ravager sneered as she passed his lounge chair. Her tone was venomous… but Roy was unbothered. The sight of her cute, firm tush swaying as she walked by more than made up for it.

“And you’re not fooling anybody with those shades.” Raven told him in her usual deadpan tone. She hovered by, denying him a similar display to Ravager’s.

Roy only shrugged.

“What, am I supposed to look at the ground? The sky?”

Over at the poolside, Starfire noticed the commotion. She rose up onto her knees - tragically holding her bikini top in place with her hands.

“Did we do something wrong, Ravager?” Starfire asked innocently.

“You didn’t do anything, Star.” The white-haired swordswoman cast Roy a withering look with her one good eye. “Arsenal’s just being a creep.”

“He is?” Starfire’s brow pinched in confusion. “I thought he was being friendly.”

“I’m sure he was. And he’d like to be a whole lot more than that.” Raven finally touched down at the pool steps. Roy watched her dip a toe into the water, tentative. Then she eased herself down, slipping her body inch by inch into the cool water. Even with her contemptuous look thrown his way, Roy was not swayed from his admiration.

The sour looks did get to him a little, though.

“I refuse to be persecuted for my natural urges.” Roy declared, pointing his finger accusingly. He was rewarded with rolling eyes and derisive scoffs. But he bravely kept on. “Nobody forced any of you to wear bikinis or to sunbathe out in the open. I’m allowed to enjoy the show!”

Ravager looked like she wanted to bite his head off but she held her tongue. Her gaze flicked past him, back towards the doors to the tower. Roy heard footsteps behind him, two sets approaching. 

More new arrivals. Kon and Cassie, if Roy had to guess.

He turned and tipped down his shades. No, not Kon and Cassie. It was the Atlanteans. Garth and Tula. Aqualad and Aquagirl.

Garth was an alright guy. A bit uptight. Respectable, chivalrous… and a heartthrob. Roy didn’t appreciate the competition, especially when he was already on a team with Nightwing and Superboy.

Tula made up for that, though. Tall and lithe and limber - more slender than Starfire and Raven and sporting less muscle than Ravager. There was so much woman fit into that swimmer’s bod. And she was a redhead to boot! Cute tresses coming just down to her shoulders, framing those blue eyes, button nose, and cute, pouty lips. And God damn, that Atlantean accent. There was plenty to like with Tula.

Roy was happy to see them both. Not just because of the extra eye candy, but because he really wanted them to distract from his ogling. At the very least, the other girls would be so busy mooning over Aqualad that they wouldn’t even remember Roy doing the same to them. 

Pretty boy bastard…

But then Roy noticed Tula’s expression. Her pretty face was marked with concern. Garth was the same, his regal features sharp and serious.

“Has anyone been watching the news?” Tula asked. Her voice was smooth, her accent coloring her words nicely.

Roy shook his head. He gestured towards the pool and the other girls.

“We’ve just been here, chilling.”

“And perving.” Ravager called him out. Roy waved her off.

“It is a slow day.” Starfire said, reaching behind her back to tie up her bikini top. A pity. But the sight of those orange breasts held high and proud in those scraps of white fabric…

“Not anymore.” Garth told them. Much like his expression, his words were heavy and serious. Roy’s attention was firmly on the Atlantean now. The focus Ollie had drilled into him returning. “We have a very big problem. General Zod is back.”

Four simple words, but the effect was immediate. Roy was fully alert now, sitting up in his seat, his whole body becoming tense. The rest of the present Titans were much the same, visibly wary at the mere mention of the rogue kryptonian. Roy remembered the last time Zod had come to Earth vividly. Back then, Superman only just barely stopped him. 

Today, Superman was… unavailable.

Which meant the situation was totally not good. And everyone present knew it. Everyone except for Starfire.

The alien princess was wrapping a towel around her waist as she came towards Roy, Garth, and Tula. Her brow was furrowed in curiosity.

“I have not heard of this General Zod.” Starfire admitted.

“Earth dealt with him before you got here.” Roy explained. “He’s major bad news. Like, apocalypse-level bad.”

Starfire blinked, stunned. She looked from Roy to the other Titans, seeing them all nod in agreement. That only stunned the alien beauty further. But then her face hardened, her eyes glowing bright with her cosmic power. She understood now. Zod was not to be taken lightly.

She began to float off the ground, the droplets of water evaporating off of her body as a powerful aura began to swirl around her.

“Then it seems our fun in the sun will have to wait.” Starfire said. Dire times aside, Roy had to admit the woman was even sexier when she got serious.

Garth had a more professional appreciation for Starfire’s enthusiasm.

“We need to get suited up. Where’s Conner and Cassie?” He asked the group.

“They’re up in Kon’s room. Doing stuff.” Ravager answered. Roy thought he caught some bitterness in her tone.

“One of you go get them. We need all hands-” Garth was cut off by the sound of rushing water. Not from the pool, but from beyond. From the ocean water that surrounded their island.

Pillars of white water shot up all around. Dozens of them, stretching high into the air. The young heroes looked on, bewildered as figures then descended with the faint spray of seawater. 

Suddenly, the teens were surrounded. All around them were sentinels armored in plates of white and gold, armed with gnarly-looking spears, clubs, tridents…

They were Atlantean warriors, Roy realized. The same kind he’d sometimes seen accompany the hero Aqauman. Briefly, he thought they might have been reinforcements called in by Garth and Tula to help them against Zod.

Until they began to attack.

Bolts of bright, electric blue shot out - energy born from ancient Atlantean magic, powered from their mastery over water. The first struck the surface of the pool, sending a rush of water up and over them all. The second struck the ground, launching bits of concrete and dirt. The third struck Starfire, knocking her out of the air. She cried out in shock and pain… then screamed in rage as she shot back up into the air, flinging her own bolts of energy right back. More bolts came flying. And the young heroes leaped into action.

Except for Roy, who dove the fuck out of the way. He threw himself to the ground once the energy bolts went flying, scrambling to his feet before bolting for the poolside bar. He vaulted over the top, landing in a heap on the other side. There was simply nothing else he could do. No powers, no weapons, no chance against Atlantean enemies.

He heard the violent drone of fighting. Deep, trembling booms, the splitting of wood, the shattering of glass. He heard Ravager shrieking in rage, Raven shouting her weird spells, and Garth’s voice carrying over them all.

“What is the meaning of this!” Aqualad cried out in fury. “We are allies of King Orin! Cease these hostilities! The Teen Titans are allies!”

More crashes followed. Bolts of blue and green struck the side of Titans Tower, punching holes in the glass and sending down a rain of shards - no doubt that would catch the attention of Superboy and Wonder Girl. 

Arsenal needed to get into the fight, too. But first, Roy needed his gear.

The teen kept his head low as he crept along the side of the bar, hoping that no one spotted him yet. He eyed the Tower doors, guessing he would need to make a thirty yard sprint. Then another twenty to get to the equipment room. He could make it.

Roy made a break for the Tower.

He never even made it halfway.

There was pain at his back, a jolt that shot through his nerves, through his whole body. A sting that made every muscle seize up. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed.

Fuck me.

Roy Harper fell forward, the concrete rushing up to greet his grimacing face. The battle continued to rage around him. And it didn’t sound good. Starfire was still growling, cursing in her alien tongue. But Roy couldn’t hear Raven, Ravager, or even Garth anymore. He just had to hope that Superboy and Wonder Girl would tip the scales.

So much for a slow day.