Heroes' Night Off

She felt M'gann's lips form, "Hello, Megan!" more than hearing her voice, and, with the chastisement, some outside force, most likely martian telekinesis, began to draw her pants away from her.

Her nostrils were suddenly filled with the heady smell of her arousal, and she felt wet cloth rub against her slit as M'gann pushed her nose into her and took in more of her aroma. She felt a tear of pure sexual frustration begin to form in the corner of her right eye. She wondered how the martian was able to remain so calm through the ordeal. "Please," she begged. "Please do it. Lick me."

M'gann looked downward through their chests at her, adopting a confused expression. "What do you mean?" She asked around a wicked grin. Artemis vowed she would make this martian bitch pay for this if it took her the rest of her life, but not yet. After.

She pleaded, "Lick me, like the women in the video. I need it. I need... your tongue in me." When the other woman did not move immediately, Artemis's cries became more frantic. "Please! I need you... I need your tongue in my..." She stumbled over the forbidden word, "...my cunt! Eat me out! Please!"

Artemis felt her panties fly away as the martian dove downward and started licking. She could feel the rough texture of her own blonde bush followed by the surprising slickness within. M'gann began tenderly and clumsily, but as the psychic bond carried the sensations back to her, she began to quickly learn where to send her attentions. Artemis felt her legs spreading and wrapping around the other's head and back, either from her arousal or from something martian was doing, but gleefully did not care which. She focused her whole being into her sex and the little tongue and its explorations. The archer thrust her hips up and clenched her legs, forcing the tongue deeper into her hungry pussy, and she felt hands on her backside, also trying to get more of her human vagina.

Artemis writhed under the martian's attentions and could see the M'gann's own midsection buck with the stimulation. She could feel the alien tongue in her while tasting her own juices. She could feel it when her partner's chin, pressed into her and following a lick downward (but upwards toward their chests), encountered another object, and she nearly screamed when her clit felt the sudden sensation from the inadvertent brush. From the way she could feel her own lubrication flowing, she knew her friend's face must be coated with her love, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

For a few moments, Artemis completely gave herself over to the pleasure of the alien tongue exploring her snatch, moaning again and again in pleasure at the probing. She reached her left hand up and took her own left nipple between the thumb and forefinger. She pinched it and pulled it away from her chest, relishing in the sensation of pain mixed with the pleasure from the other woman's tongue. M'gann groaned under her.

Artemis reflected that since the psychic link carried her attentions on her own breasts to her partner, there was no reason she could not stimulate the martian by touching herself and still be free to touch, and taste, her friend in other ways.

She shifted into a more comfortable position and began groping her own boobs with both hands, alternately rubbing them with her full hands and then gently flicking or pinching at her nipples with her fingers. From the moans coming from the below her, she could tell her partner was enjoying the sensations. When she finished extending herself, she found her mouth hovering over M'gann's pussy. She could see it had already opened invitingly from their earlier play, and she could see the little green bud emerging from its hiding place. Since Artemis knew the psychic link was already making them both feel M'gann's tongue deeper in their pussies, the earthling focused her attentions on her partner's clitoris. She began to lick around it, teasing the area, and slowly honed in on the organ itself, nearly bringing herself to orgasm from the shared sensation.

Again, Artemis felt a strange and disorienting feeling. Her tongue, dancing more and more quickly over the tiny clit in front of her, began to have three tastes on it at the same time. Her body interrupted any wondering she might have been doing with an entirely new sensation. Forgetting everything else for a moment, she could do nothing more than call out in passion and pant as she felt the tongue inside her elongate, and became forked. It was all she could do to return to stimulating M'gann's clitoris.

The world around her faded to the twin tongue tips gently brushing, stimulating, tasting her more deeply than anything she had ever felt, or thought she could possibly feel, and the phantom tongue flicking her clit while her own phantom lips gently sucked on it.

Her little world shrunk further when M'gann's explorations found another spot, deep inside of Artemis. At first she thought she suddenly needed to rush to the bathroom, but the tongue's gentle probing instead brought her a pleasure she had never felt before.

She moaned in pleasure again and then screamed. "I'm cu..." she called out, but she was cut off by the shared feeling in her mouth as her juices gushed into the martian's, overwhelming both women. Her legs quaked and nearly gave out as the muscles spasmed in her passion, but she held herself above M'gann and her talented tongue. As the wave of her own orgasm began to subside, she felt another rush arriving, coming from deep within herself. A look of confusion briefly crossed her face until she felt the muscles in the other woman's pussy tightening nearby. She quickly brought her mouth to it, and was barely able to get her lips in place when her friend's juices began to gush into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep drinking, licking the slick green skin when she paused to take a breath.

When Miss Martian's orgasm had also passed, Artemis finally let herself collapse onto the floor, and she switched her position so she could hold M'gann in her arms. She could still feel the other woman quivering in the aftermath of their experience. Artemis stoked her hair, her arms, her legs with gentle affection, caressing her and reveling in the joy of holding her, feeling her breathing as it returned to a more normal rate. She kissed her again, this time lovingly and without immediate sexual need.

M'gann gasped, still a little winded from the encounter. "Oh Artemis, that was so... oh my god." Artemis thought she could feel the psychic link between the two of them slipping away. She held onto her partner's mind with all her will, but it slowly but inexorably drew away from her. She sighed with disappointment when she was alone in her head.

She nestled into M'gann's neck and hummed her approval. Her senses began returning to their normal heightened state, and she realized she was on the floor, naked, and cuddling with a similarly naked martian. She could think of nowhere on earth she would rather be.

M'gann began to muse aloud. "But what can we tell the others?" She tensed up and turned red. "What can I tell Connor?"

"Don't worry," muttered the exhausted archer, gently rubbing the martian's back. "I'm sure we'll think of something."

M'gann considered. "Of course, no one really has to know, do they? I mean, no one's to say this wasn't a nice quiet evening watching TV." She smiled a wicked smile. "What if there are other missions? What if this mission goes on and we have to find a way to occupy ourselves for a month? Maybe this... night off... could be our little secret?"

Artemis was not so sure she wanted the physical relationship with the martian to end, but decided she would cross that bridge when she came to it. She kissed her friend. "Our little secret," she agreed.

The two sank into each other's arms and let themselves drift off.