The Queen mansion stood silent under the veil of night, its grand halls echoing with the faint hum of Starling City's distant pulse. In a secluded wing, far from the prying eyes of staff or family, the air in Moira Queen's private study hung heavy with the scent of aged leather and polished oak. Moonlight filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting silvery shadows across the room's opulent furnishings—a massive desk cluttered with forgotten papers, a plush chaise lounge that had witnessed countless secrets. Moira, the iron-willed matriarch, paced slowly, her tailored blouse straining against the subtle swell of her hidden form, a secret that burned like a forbidden flame within her.

Mia Smoak Queen lingered by the door, her lithe frame tense with anticipation, the leather of her jacket creaking softly as she shifted. At twenty-something, she carried the fierce legacy of her lineage, but tonight, her green eyes held a vulnerability reserved only for this woman—for her mother. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in their private world, and Mia's breath quickened. "Mom," she whispered, the word laced with hunger, stepping closer until the warmth of their bodies mingled in the cool air.

Moira turned, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, a predatory smile curling her lips. She closed the distance in two strides, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of Mia's jaw, fingers rough from years of wielding power now gentle, possessive. The touch ignited something primal; Mia leaned into it, her skin flushing under the pad of Moira's thumb. "You've been avoiding me all day," Moira murmured, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the space between them, her free hand sliding down to grip Mia's hip, pulling her flush against the hidden hardness straining beneath Moira's skirt.

Mia's gasp was soft, needy, her hands fisting in Moira's blouse as she felt the thick outline of her mother's futanari cock pressing insistently against her thigh. The fabric barrier did little to dull the heat, the pulse of it like a heartbeat syncing with her own racing one. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," Mia confessed, her lips brushing Moira's ear, breath hot and ragged. "About this. Us." Moira's chuckle was dark, approving, as she tilted Mia's chin up for a searing kiss—lips parting hungrily, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate dance that tasted of shared sins and unspoken vows.

They stumbled toward the chaise, Moira's dominance asserting itself in the way she guided Mia down, her body hovering like a storm about to break. With deliberate slowness, Moira's fingers worked the zipper of Mia's jacket, peeling it away to reveal the soft swell of her breasts beneath a thin tank top. The air kissed Mia's exposed skin, raising goosebumps, but it was Moira's touch that set her aflame—palms sliding under the fabric, thumbs circling hardened nipples with a teasing pressure that drew a whimper from Mia's throat. "Tell me what you want, darling," Moira breathed, her own arousal throbbing visibly now as she hiked up her skirt, freeing the veined length of her cock, heavy and glistening in the dim light.

"I want you inside me," Mia pleaded, her voice breaking on the words, legs parting instinctively as Moira's hand dipped lower, fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans to delve into the slick heat waiting there. The first stroke was electric, Moira's touch firm and knowing, circling Mia's clit before slipping inside, curling to hit that spot that made Mia arch off the cushions. Their confessions spilled out in heated whispers—Mia admitting how she'd touched herself earlier, imagining this exact moment; Moira growling her pride in her daughter's fire, her taboo desire a crown she wore in secret.

As Moira positioned herself, the tip of her cock nudging Mia's entrance, teasing with shallow thrusts that coated her in wetness, a distant creak echoed from the hall—footsteps, perhaps, or the house settling. But neither cared, lost in the building rhythm, the air thick with the musk of their arousal and the promise of deeper indulgence yet to come.

Moira paused at the precipice, her cock throbbing against Mia's slick folds, the heat of her daughter's core pulling at her like a siren's call. The distant creak in the hall faded into irrelevance, drowned out by the wet sounds of their anticipation—Mia's breath hitching in short, desperate gasps, her fingers digging into Moira's shoulders for anchor. With a deliberate roll of her hips, Moira pushed forward, the thick head of her member breaching Mia in one smooth, inexorable slide. Inch by veined inch, she filled her, the tight velvet grip clenching around her like a vice, sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine. Mia's moan was raw, uninhibited, her back bowing as she adjusted to the fullness, the stretch burning sweetly into bliss.

"That's it, my love," Moira whispered, her voice husky with possession as she bottomed out, their hips flush, pubic bones grinding together in the first shallow thrust. She savored the sensation—the way Mia's inner walls fluttered around her length, the slick warmth coating her shaft, the subtle quiver of Mia's thighs bracketing her waist. Leaning down, Moira captured Mia's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as she began to move, each withdrawal a teasing drag that left Mia whimpering for more, each plunge deeper, harder, claiming her anew. The chaise creaked beneath them, leather sticking to sweat-dampened skin, the room filling with the obscene symphony of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by Mia's escalating pleas.

As their rhythm built, Moira's mind wandered amid the haze of lust, her dual life flashing like shadows on the walls. By day, she was the unyielding Queen matriarch—boardrooms conquered, alliances forged with a steely gaze that brooked no weakness. But here, buried to the hilt in her own flesh and blood, she was something rawer, truer: a futanari force unbound, her secret cock a scepter of forbidden power. Mia's nails raked down her back, drawing a hiss from Moira's lips, and she responded with a punishing thrust that made Mia cry out, her breasts bouncing with the force. This was her true dominion, one she'd guard with the ferocity of a lioness, especially from prying eyes like Oliver's.

The thought of her son—ever the hero, blind to the undercurrents of his family—stirred a flicker of disdain in Moira's chest, even as pleasure coiled tighter in her core. Oliver, with his moral compass and endless quests for justice, would shatter if he knew, his shock a pathetic ripple against her resolve. Let him chase shadows in the city; this intimacy was hers alone, a taboo flame that warmed her in ways his approval never could. She ground deeper into Mia, angling to hit that sensitive spot inside, drawing a keening wail from her daughter that echoed off the bookshelves. "You're mine," Moira growled against Mia's neck, teeth grazing the pulse point, marking her with a blooming bruise. "No one else's. Not his. Not anyone's."

Down in the depths of the mansion, in her tech-laden lair buried beneath the east wing, Felicity Smoak hunched over her array of glowing screens, the soft whir of servers her constant companion. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, ostensibly monitoring the city's surveillance feeds for Oliver's latest vigilante lead, but her mind was elsewhere—tuned to the subtle anomalies in the house's security logs. A door sensor ping from Moira's study, a faint audio spike that her algorithms had flagged as "non-standard vocalization." Felicity's lips curved into a knowing smile, a flush creeping up her neck as she adjusted her glasses, the image of Moira and Mia together igniting a familiar heat low in her belly.

She'd suspected for months, piecing together the stolen glances at family dinners, the lingering touches that Oliver, bless his oblivious heart, never noticed. Pride swelled in her chest—not jealousy, but a fierce admiration for Moira's boldness, for the way she'd claimed what society deemed untouchable. Felicity leaned back in her chair, her hand absently trailing down her thigh, the fantasy unfolding in her mind like a private show: Moira's commanding form, that hidden endowment she'd only glimpsed in whispers from hacked files, driving into Mia with unapologetic fervor. It was empowering, this secret sisterhood of desire, and Felicity supported it silently, her tech web ensuring their privacy while Oliver patrolled the night, none the wiser.

Upstairs, the intensity crested as Moira flipped Mia onto her stomach, the younger woman's ass lifting instinctively, presenting herself with a needy arch. Moira's hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as she re-entered her from behind, the new angle allowing her to sink even deeper, her balls slapping rhythmically against Mia's clit with each forceful thrust. Mia buried her face in the cushions, muffling her screams, but the vibrations carried—faint tremors through the floorboards that set Felicity's monitors flickering with interference. The blonde bit her lip, arousal pooling between her legs, wondering how long before curiosity drew her upward, toward the heart of their storm.

Moira's pace quickened, her own release building like a tidal wave, but she held back, drawing out Mia's pleasure first—fingers reaching around to rub tight circles over her swollen nub, coaxing her toward the edge. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the tang of sex, and in that suspended moment, Moira felt invincible, her dual worlds colliding in perfect, sinful harmony. Yet a shadow of caution lingered; one wrong sound, one careless step, and the fragile veil could tear. For now, though, she lost herself in Mia's tightening heat, the promise of more nights like this pulling her deeper into the abyss.

Mia's body trembled beneath Moira, her fingers clawing at the chaise's edge as each thrust drove her deeper into ecstasy. The older woman's cock plunged relentlessly, the slick glide of skin on skin filling the room with wet, rhythmic slaps that mingled with Mia's muffled cries. Moira's grip tightened on her daughter's hips, nails digging into the yielding flesh, leaving faint red crescents that would bloom into reminders of this night. The heat between them was a living thing—Moira's shaft throbbing with every clench of Mia's pussy, the musky scent of their joined arousal hanging heavy, intoxicating.

"You're so tight for me, darling," Moira purred, her voice a gravelly command laced with affection. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Mia's back through the rumpled blouse, the fabric damp with sweat. One hand snaked up to tangle in Mia's dark hair, pulling her head back gently to expose the elegant line of her neck. Moira's lips found the skin there, sucking hard enough to mark, her hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm that made Mia's toes curl. The pleasure built in layers, each stroke coiling tighter, Mia's inner walls fluttering wildly around the invading thickness.

Down in the lair, Felicity's screens pulsed with data streams, but her focus splintered as another audio anomaly spiked—a low, throaty moan filtering through the mansion's hidden microphones. She paused, her hand stilling on the keyboard, a shiver racing down her spine. The sound was unmistakable, raw and intimate, painting vivid pictures in her mind: Moira's powerful form dominating Mia, that secret futanari length buried deep, claiming what was hers. Felicity's cheeks burned, her thighs pressing together instinctively as warmth spread through her core, a slick ache awakening.

She leaned closer to the monitor, pulling up the encrypted feed from the study's proximity sensors. No visuals—Moira had jammed the cameras weeks ago, a smart move Felicity admired—but the vibrations, the heat signatures overlapping in frantic motion... it was enough. A surge of approval flooded her, warm and unbidden. Moira was a force, breaking chains of convention with such elegant ferocity, and Mia, her fierce niece, matched her step for step. Felicity's pride in them swelled, a quiet thrill that Oliver's straight-laced world could never touch. He was out there now, arrows flying in the night, oblivious to the real heroes of hidden passion playing out under his roof.

Felicity's fingers itched, trailing absently over the waistband of her jeans, the denim rough against her heated skin. Fantasies stirred unbidden—imagining herself there, not as intruder but as ally, her mouth on Moira's heavy balls while Mia rode that glorious cock. She bit her lip, suppressing a soft whimper, her free hand adjusting the audio filters to catch more snippets: a gasp, a whispered "harder," the creak of strained leather. It was intoxicating, this vicarious indulgence, her body responding with a flush that pebbled her nipples against her bra. She monitored diligently, cross-referencing Oliver's GPS to ensure he stayed far from the mansion, her tech shield holding their secret safe.

Upstairs, Moira slowed her thrusts to a torturous grind, circling her hips to grind the base of her cock against Mia's clit, drawing out elongated moans that vibrated through the floor. Mia pushed back, desperate, her ass cheeks jiggling with the impact, sweat trickling down the cleft to mingle with their joined wetness. "Mom, please... don't stop," Mia begged, her voice breaking into a sob of need, the vulnerability stripping her bare. Moira's response was a deep chuckle, her hand sliding down to where they connected, fingers spreading Mia's lips wider to feel herself slide in and out, the obscene sight fueling her dominance.

The dual rhythm pulsed through the house—Moira and Mia lost in their carnal dance, Felicity ensnared in her web of surveillance and desire. She saved the logs discreetly, a digital trophy of their boldness, her own arousal building to a fever pitch. How long could she stay down here, content with echoes? The pull upward grew, curiosity and hunger intertwining, promising that the night held more revelations yet to unfold.

Moira's chuckle deepened into a possessive growl as she pulled out abruptly, the slick withdrawal leaving Mia gasping, her pussy clenching around empty air, a trail of their mingled fluids glistening on Moira's shaft. The older woman flipped her daughter onto her back with effortless strength, the chaise groaning under the shift, Mia's legs splaying wide in invitation. Moira's eyes darkened with hunger, drinking in the sight of her flushed, sweat-sheened body—the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples peaked like ripe berries begging for attention. Kneeling between Mia's thighs, Moira gripped the base of her cock, still rock-hard and veined, slick with Mia's essence, and guided it back to her entrance. But this time, she teased, rubbing the swollen head along the slick folds, parting them to expose the throbbing clit beneath.

"Please, Mom... I need it," Mia whimpered, her hands reaching down to spread herself wider, fingers trembling as they traced the sensitive inner lips. The vulnerability in her plea sent a thrill through Moira, her futanari dominance surging like a tide. With a swift thrust, she buried herself to the hilt again, the penetration deeper from this angle, her balls pressing flush against Mia's ass. The stretch was exquisite, Mia's walls rippling around the invading girth, hot and velvety, pulling Moira in with greedy contractions. She set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward in short, powerful drives that made Mia's body jolt, her cries spilling unchecked into the room—sharp, needy sounds that bounced off the paneled walls.

The air thickened with the wet symphony of their coupling, each plunge accompanied by the obscene squelch of Moira's cock displacing Mia's arousal, droplets splattering onto the leather below. Moira leaned over her, one hand bracing beside Mia's head, the other capturing a breast to pinch and roll the nipple between callused fingers, the dual sensations drawing a keening arch from Mia's spine. "Feel how deep I am, my girl," Moira rasped, her breath hot against Mia's ear, voice laced with raw authority. "This cock was made for you—stretching you, filling you like no one else can." Mia's response was a broken moan, her legs wrapping around Moira's waist to pull her closer, heels digging into the small of her back as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming, her clit grinding against the coarse hair at Moira's base with every grind.

Sensing Mia teetering on the edge, Moira slowed once more, withdrawing fully to leave her daughter bereft and whining. She rose slightly, her cock bobbing heavy and glistening, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip amid the sheen of their juices. "On your knees," Moira commanded, her tone brooking no argument, guiding Mia down with a firm hand on her shoulder. Mia complied eagerly, sinking to the floor before the chaise, her lips parting as she gazed up at the throbbing length inches from her face—the musky scent of their sex enveloping her, intoxicating. Her tongue darted out first, tracing the underside from balls to tip, savoring the salty tang, the velvety skin twitching under her touch.

Moira's fingers threaded into Mia's hair, not pulling yet but holding, a silent promise of control as Mia's mouth engulfed the head, hollowing her cheeks with a fervent suck. The warmth was divine, Mia's tongue swirling around the ridge, lapping at the slit to draw out more of that essence, her hands cupping Moira's heavy sac, rolling the orbs gently, feeling them tighten under her ministrations. Moira groaned low, the vibration rumbling through her chest, her hips canting forward to feed more into the wet heat of Mia's throat. "That's my good girl," she praised, voice husky, watching through half-lidded eyes as saliva trailed from Mia's stretched lips, dripping onto her chin. The oral worship built the tension anew, Mia gagging softly but pushing deeper, her throat convulsing around the thickness, eyes watering with devotion.

In the lair below, Felicity's breath came in shallow bursts, the audio feed alive with the unmistakable sounds—wet slurps, muffled moans, the occasional gasp that painted the scene in vivid strokes. She shifted in her chair, the seam of her jeans pressing against her aching core, a damp spot forming as her body mirrored the heat upstairs. The monitors flickered with escalating data: heart rates spiking, proximity sensors registering frantic movements. Felicity's pride burned brighter, a fierce glow in her chest for Moira's unyielding command, for Mia's willing surrender to that futanari power. Oliver's icon blinked on a side screen, still miles away in the city's underbelly, his ignorance a shield she maintained without remorse. But the pull was magnetic now, her curiosity sharpening into something bolder, her hand hovering over the console as if debating a final hack—or perhaps, a quiet ascent toward the storm's eye.

Moira's control frayed at the edges as Mia's mouth worked her relentlessly, the suction pulling at her core, coiling the release tighter. She thrust shallowly now, fucking Mia's face with measured dominance, the younger woman's hands gripping her thighs for balance, nails biting into skin. Drool slicked everything, Mia's chin glistening, her own arousal dripping down her thighs untouched, a testament to her submission. The moans echoed louder, Moira's deepening to guttural rumbles that vibrated through the floor, reaching Felicity like a siren's lure. Up here, in the heart of the mansion, the night pulsed with their shared sin, the boundary between secrecy and exposure thinning with every heated breath, every slick slide, promising that the indulgence was far from spent.

Moira's hips rocked forward with increasing urgency, her cock sliding deeper into the welcoming heat of Mia's mouth, the velvety suction pulling at her like a tide. Saliva coated every inch, dripping in warm rivulets down Mia's chin and onto her heaving chest, the slick sounds of her eager bobs filling the study like a forbidden melody. Moira's fingers tightened in her daughter's hair, guiding the rhythm with a firm but loving tug, the strands slipping through her grasp like silk threads under tension. Mia's throat relaxed around the girth, a soft gag escaping as she took more, her tongue pressing flat against the underside to trace the pulsing vein, tasting the salty prelude of Moira's building release. The futanari's balls drew up tight in Mia's gentle grasp, heavy and warm, the skin taut as she rolled them with devoted care, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through Moira's core.

"Fuck, yes... just like that," Moira groaned, her voice a ragged whisper that echoed off the shadowed bookshelves, the sound carrying a raw edge of dominance honed by years of hidden power. She watched through hooded eyes, the sight of her thick shaft disappearing between Mia's swollen lips igniting a fire that licked at her restraint—her daughter's cheeks hollowing, eyes locked upward in worship, tears of effort glistening on her lashes. The air hummed with their shared musk, thick and heady, mingling with the faint leather scent of the chaise, every breath drawing Mia deeper into the act. Moira's free hand trailed down her own body, pinching a hardened nipple through her blouse, the sharp twinge amplifying the throb in her cock, making it twitch against Mia's palate.

Mia hummed around the length, the vibration buzzing straight to Moira's spine, her own body aching with neglect—pussy clenching emptily, thighs slick with the evidence of her arousal dripping onto the Persian rug below. She pulled back slightly, gasping for air, strings of saliva bridging her lips to the glistening tip, before diving forward again, hollowing her cheeks for a deeper suck that had Moira's knees buckling. The older woman's control wavered, a low moan tearing from her throat, the sound reverberating through the mansion's walls like a distant thunder. It reached Felicity's lair in fragments—distorted but unmistakable—through the speakers, painting the scene in strokes of sound: the wet gluck of throat, the husky praise, the building frenzy.

In the glow of her screens, Felicity's pulse raced in sync, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans at last, fingers finding the damp heat of her folds. She circled her clit slowly, matching the imagined rhythm upstairs, a soft sigh escaping as the audio fed her more—a sharp intake of breath, the creak of shifting weight. Pride bloomed hot in her chest, not just for the act but for the audacity of it all, Moira claiming her legacy in ways Oliver could never fathom. His dot blinked steady on the map, far across the city, arrows spent on faceless foes while real intimacy unfolded here. Felicity's touch quickened, her body arching in the chair, the fantasy sharpening: she could almost feel the weight of Moira's cock on her tongue, taste the forbidden salt. But echoes weren't enough; the pull upward tugged insistently now, curiosity sharpening into resolve.

Moira pulled Mia off with a wet pop, her cock springing free, red and straining, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling at the slit. "Enough teasing," she commanded, voice gravelly with need, hauling her daughter up by the arms and bending her over the chaise's arm once more. Mia's ass presented itself eagerly, cheeks flushed and parted slightly, her pussy glistening invitingly, lips puffy and swollen from their earlier play. Moira stroked herself once, coating her length anew in the slick remnants, before aligning and thrusting home in one fluid motion—the penetration smooth yet forceful, her shaft splitting Mia open with a delicious burn that drew a sharp cry from the younger woman. The walls clamped down immediately, hot and rippling, milking every inch as Moira bottomed out, her hips flush against the soft give of Mia's rear.

The pace she set was relentless, each snap of her hips driving deep, the slap of skin on skin punctuating the air like sharp cracks. Moira's hands roamed possessively—one splayed across Mia's back to hold her steady, the other reaching around to delve between her thighs, fingers finding the engorged clit and rubbing in tight, insistent circles. Mia's moans escalated, no longer muffled, spilling out in waves that shook the room—raw, pleading sounds that begged for more even as her body trembled on the brink. Sweat beaded on Moira's brow, trickling down her temple, her blouse clinging transparently to her curves, the futanari's endurance a testament to her unyielding strength. She leaned in, breath hot against Mia's ear, whispering, "Come for me, darling. Let me feel you shatter around my cock."

Felicity's fingers plunged deeper into herself, the audio alive with the crescendo—the wet thrusts, Mia's building sobs, Moira's dominant growls weaving through it all. Her own climax hovered close, but she stilled, withdrawing her hand with a frustrated whimper, the screens blurring as resolve hardened. Why listen when she could witness? Oliver's path looped harmlessly away; the mansion's halls lay empty. She rose, smoothing her shirt, a flush staining her cheeks, her steps light but purposeful as she ascended the hidden stairs toward the study. The sounds grew clearer with every level—the symphony of flesh and desire calling her like a beacon, her pride mingling with a hunger that promised to upend the night's secrecy in the most delicious way.

Moira's thrusts grew erratic, the coil in her gut tightening unbearably as Mia's pussy fluttered in warning, the edge of release crashing near. She ground deeper, angling to drag along that inner ridge, her fingers a blur on Mia's clit, pushing her daughter toward oblivion. The room pulsed with their heat, moans intertwining in a crescendo that masked the soft click of the study door easing open behind them, the air shifting with an intruder's presence—unseen yet, but drawing inexorably closer to the heart of their storm.

Mia's body quivered under the onslaught, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Moira's relentless cock, the slick inner walls gripping like a silken fist with every deep plunge. The futanari's shaft throbbed hotly inside her, veins pulsing against sensitive nerves, each withdrawal dragging a whimper from Mia's lips as the cool air kissed her exposed folds before the thick length filled her again. Sweat slicked their skin, Moira's hips slamming forward with a wet smack that echoed sharply, her balls drawing tight against Mia's perineum, heavy with the promise of release. The chaise rocked beneath them, leather creaking in protest, while Mia's fingers scrabbled at the edge for purchase, her breaths coming in ragged sobs that bordered on screams.

Moira's control teetered on the brink, her breath hot and uneven against Mia's nape, the older woman's blouse hanging open now, exposing the flush of her breasts as they brushed Mia's back with each thrust. "Come on, my sweet girl—give it to me," she urged, voice a gravelly command laced with desperate hunger, her fingers pressing harder on Mia's clit, circling the swollen nub with slick precision. The pleasure coiled unbearably in Mia's core, a white-hot tension that built with every grind, every stretch of her mother's invading girth. She shattered suddenly, a keening cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, pussy spasming wildly around Moira's cock, gushing warmth that soaked their joined thighs in a messy flood.

The contractions milked Moira mercilessly, her own climax surging forward like a dam breaking, but she held back just enough, savoring the velvet vise pulling at her length, the way Mia's body trembled in aftershocks beneath her. Moira slowed to deep, grinding rolls, prolonging the bliss, her free hand sliding up to cup Mia's breast, thumb flicking the pebbled nipple in time with her hips. The room swam in their shared heat, the air thick with the tang of release—musky and sharp—mingling with the faint ozone of exertion, every subtle shift sending aftershocks rippling through them both.

Felicity's hand trembled on the doorknob, the muffled crescendo from within pulling her forward like an invisible thread. The sounds had grown vivid in the hallway—wet slaps fading into softer, intimate gasps, the low murmur of Moira's praise filtering through the wood. Her heart pounded, a mix of curiosity and arousal flushing her skin hot, but no shock laced her thoughts; she'd pieced this puzzle together long ago, her tech whispers confirming what her instincts had known. With a quiet twist, she eased the door open a crack, slipping inside on silent feet, the dim moonlight catching the scene like a forbidden tableau: Moira still buried deep in Mia, their bodies entwined in post-climactic glow, sweat-sheened and heaving.

She lingered in the shadows for a beat, eyes widening not in surprise but in raw appreciation, drinking in the explicit sight—Moira's thick, veined cock half-sheathed in Mia's glistening pussy, the lips stretched taut around it, a trickle of creamy release seeping out to coat Moira's balls. Mia's face was buried in the cushions, her ass still arched high, marked with faint handprints, while Moira leaned over her protectively, one hand stroking her daughter's hair with surprising tenderness. Felicity's breath caught, her core clenching at the primal beauty of it, pride swelling fierce and warm in her chest. This was power, unapologetic and real, far from the caped crusades Oliver chased. No judgment stirred in her; only a hungry pull to join, to taste the edge of their storm.

Moira's head snapped up first, her sharp senses catching the faint creak of the floorboards, eyes narrowing in the dim light as she spotted Felicity by the door. A flicker of caution crossed her features, her cock twitching inside Mia at the intrusion, but it melted into a sly, knowing smile—no panic, just the subtle disdain for any threat to her domain tightening her jaw. "Felicity," she said softly, voice still husky from exertion, not pulling away but holding Mia steady with a firm hand on her hip. "You've been listening, haven't you? Come to watch... or more?"

Mia's head lifted slowly, cheeks flushed crimson as she twisted to look, surprise widening her green eyes for a split second before it softened into shy curiosity, her body still humming from the afterglow. Felicity stepped fully into the light, closing the door with a soft click, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs pressed together, the damp heat between them undeniable. "I... yeah," she admitted, voice breathy but steady, shedding her jacket with deliberate slowness, letting it pool on the floor. "I've known for a while. And it's... incredible. You two are incredible." No hesitation colored her words; pride laced them, her gaze tracing Moira's exposed form—the heavy cock still glistening, half-hard and tempting—before flicking to Mia with a warm, encouraging nod.

Felicity approached the chaise, her fingers working the buttons of her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra and the soft curve of her breasts, nipples already straining against the fabric. The air between them thickened anew, charged with possibility, as she knelt beside them, her hand reaching out tentatively at first, then boldly, to trace the slick juncture where Moira and Mia connected. The touch was electric—warm, wet skin under her fingertips, Moira's shaft pulsing at the contact, drawing a shared gasp from the pair. "Let me help," Felicity murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, pride in her eyes as she leaned in, lips brushing Mia's thigh in a feather-light kiss, tasting the salty remnants of their passion.

Moira's disdain for secrecy eased into approval, her free hand guiding Felicity closer, fingers tangling in the blonde's hair with the same possessive grip she'd used on Mia. "Good girl," Moira purred, the words a velvet command that sent shivers through both women, her cock hardening fully again within Mia's heat as Felicity's touch explored higher, fingers dipping to circle Mia's clit gently, coaxing fresh whimpers. Mia shifted, making room instinctively, her body opening to the new presence, the three of them entwining in a tangle of limbs and shared breaths. The night stretched onward, secrets blooming into something bolder, the promise of deeper indulgences hanging thick in the air like unspoken vows.

Felicity's blouse slipped from her shoulders, the cool air of the study kissing her exposed skin like a lover's breath, raising faint goosebumps along her arms. She unclasped her bra with steady fingers, letting it fall away to reveal the soft swell of her breasts, nipples tightening into hard peaks under the weight of their gazes. Moira's eyes darkened with approval, her cock giving a subtle twitch inside Mia, while the younger woman watched with wide, hungry eyes, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. Felicity kicked off her shoes, then shimmied out of her jeans and panties in one fluid motion, the fabric whispering down her legs to pool at her feet, leaving her bare and flushed, the trimmed blonde curls between her thighs glistening with her own arousal.

She sank to her knees fully now, the plush rug soft against her skin, her hands reaching out to trace the taut lines of Moira's thighs, feeling the subtle tremor of muscle beneath. "I've wanted this," Felicity confessed breathily, her voice a mix of awe and need, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of Moira's shaft where it met Mia's stretched folds. The taste was intoxicating—salty skin mingled with the creamy essence of their release, warm and slick on her tongue. Mia whimpered softly, shifting her hips to allow better access, her pussy clenching around Moira's length as Felicity's lips brushed higher, sucking gently at the veined underside, drawing a low groan from the futanari matriarch.

Moira's hand tightened in Felicity's hair, guiding her with that same commanding grip, her hips rocking forward just enough to feed more of her cock into the blonde's eager mouth. The sensation was layered—wet heat enveloping the lower half of her shaft, while Mia's inner walls fluttered around the upper, the dual stimulation sending sparks racing up Moira's spine. "Both of you... so perfect," Moira murmured, her voice husky and thick, free hand sliding down to cup Felicity's breast, thumb rolling the nipple in firm circles that made the tech genius arch into the touch. Mia turned her head, capturing Felicity's lips in a messy kiss over her shoulder, tongues tangling in a shared taste of Moira's skin, their moans vibrating together like a harmonious plea.

The three of them moved in sync, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, as Felicity's mouth worked lower, lapping at Moira's heavy balls, the soft, wrinkled skin drawing tight under her tongue's warm swirls. She cupped them gently, rolling the orbs in her palm, feeling their weight and the subtle pulse of building release, while her other hand dipped between her own thighs, fingers circling her slick clit to match the rhythm. Mia pulled back from the kiss, her body undulating as Moira began to thrust shallowly again, the motion pushing more of her glistening length toward Felicity's waiting lips. The air hummed with wet sounds—sucks and laps, the slick slide of cock in pussy—the musk of their combined arousal thickening like a fog, every inhale drawing them deeper into the frenzy.

Moira withdrew from Mia with a deliberate slowness, the wet pop echoing softly, strings of their juices bridging the gap before snapping. She guided Felicity upright, positioning her beside Mia on the chaise, their bodies pressing close—breasts brushing, thighs tangling in a slick slide. "Taste her now," Moira commanded, her voice a velvet rumble, kneeling between them as she stroked her cock, the shaft shiny and throbbing, veins standing out in stark relief. Felicity obeyed without pause, leaning over Mia's lap to bury her face in the younger woman's soaked folds, tongue delving into the creamy heat, lapping up the remnants of Mia's climax with fervent strokes. Mia's cry was sharp, her fingers threading into Felicity's hair, hips bucking up to grind against the probing mouth, the flavor tangy and addictive on Felicity's tongue.

Not content to watch, Moira aligned herself with Felicity's entrance, the swollen head nudging her dripping lips, teasing the slick seam before pushing in with a single, deep thrust. The stretch was immediate and exquisite, Felicity's walls yielding to the futanari's girth, clenching hotly around every inch as she filled her completely. "Oh god, yes," Felicity gasped against Mia's clit, the vibration sending fresh shudders through the archer, her own fingers joining Moira's on Felicity's hip, urging her deeper. Moira set a steady rhythm, hips snapping forward to bury herself in Felicity's tight heat, the blonde's pussy gripping like velvet fire, while her mouth never faltered on Mia, sucking the swollen nub with renewed vigor.

The pace escalated, Moira alternating now—thrusting into Felicity with powerful drives that made her breasts bounce, then pulling out to plunge back into Mia, the switch slick and seamless, their combined wetness coating her cock in a glistening sheen. Hands roamed freely: Mia's pinching Felicity's nipples, Felicity's delving into Moira's blouse to knead her breasts, Moira's fingers tracing both women's clits in turn, the touches electric and overlapping. Moans layered into a symphony—Felicity's muffled against Mia's thigh, Mia's high and keening, Moira's low growls of possession—sweat-slicked skin sliding together, the chaise groaning under the frenzy, every sensation amplified in the dim, heated confines of the study.

Tension coiled tighter, bodies straining toward the peak, as Moira focused her thrusts on Felicity, angling deep to grind against that inner spot that made the blonde's thighs quake. "Come with me," Moira demanded, her voice breaking on the edge, one hand fisting in Felicity's hair to pull her head back for a bruising kiss, tongues battling hotly while her cock hammered relentlessly. Felicity shattered first, her orgasm ripping through her in waves, pussy spasming around Moira's length, gushing warmth that soaked their thighs. The contractions pulled Moira over the brink, her balls tightening as she buried deep, cock pulsing with thick ropes of cum flooding Felicity's core, the overflow seeping out in creamy trails.

Mia watched, her own hand working frantically between her legs, but Moira wasn't done—pulling out with a wet slide to turn to her daughter, slamming home in one thrust to chase her second release. Felicity, still trembling, leaned in to suckle at Moira's neck, her fingers joining Mia's on the futanari's balls, massaging the spent orbs to coax more. It took only moments; Moira's hips stuttered, her growl vibrating through them all as she erupted again, filling Mia with hot spurts that mingled with the earlier mess, the younger woman's cry peaking as her own climax triggered, walls milking every drop. They collapsed in a heap, limbs entwined, breaths mingling in the afterglow—Moira at the center, her softening cock still nestled between them, Felicity's head on her shoulder, Mia curled against her side, the air humming with sated warmth and the faint promise of dawn's approach, secrets deeper now but bonds unbreakable, hinting at nights yet to come when Oliver's shadow loomed even farther from their hidden fire.

The afterglow wrapped around them like a silken shroud, the study's air still thick with the heady musk of sweat, cum, and spent passion. Moira lay at the center of the chaise, her chest rising and falling in deep, satisfied rhythms, her futanari cock softening against her thigh, slick with their mingled releases and glistening in the moonlight that slanted through the curtains. Felicity nestled against her left side, one leg draped lazily over Moira's hip, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the older woman's abdomen, feeling the subtle twitch of muscle beneath the damp skin. Mia curled into her right, head pillowed on Moira's breast, her breath warm and even against the curve, a faint smile playing on her lips as aftershocks rippled through her core, her pussy still leaking the creamy warmth of Moira's seed onto the leather beneath.

Moira's hand roamed possessively, one palm cupping Felicity's ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh with a lingering hunger that promised more, while her other arm encircled Mia's waist, holding her daughter close as if to imprint the moment into their very bones. The room hummed with quiet intimacy, the only sounds their synchronized breaths and the distant tick of a clock in the hall, marking time's reluctant passage. "You both did so well," Moira murmured, her voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrated through her chest, drawing soft hums from the women flanking her. There was no rush to disentangle; instead, they savored the sticky warmth where their bodies pressed together, skin cooling slowly in the night's embrace.

Felicity lifted her head, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of sated bliss and quiet pride, glasses askew on her nose. She adjusted them with a sheepish grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Moira's jaw, tasting the salt of exertion there. "That was... intense. In the best way," she whispered, her hand sliding lower to gently cup Moira's spent balls, feeling their soft weight in her palm, the skin warm and slightly sticky. No trace of regret colored her words; if anything, her tone held a fierce approval, as if she'd just witnessed—and joined—the forging of some unbreakable alliance. Mia stirred, nuzzling closer, her fingers intertwining with Felicity's on Moira's thigh. "Aunt Felicity... I didn't know you'd... but I'm glad," she breathed, vulnerability threading her voice, her cheeks flushing anew at the memory of the blonde's tongue on her folds.

Moira chuckled softly, the sound rich and approving, her disdain for the world's judgments flickering briefly in her mind—especially Oliver's, that ever-oblivious sentinel of righteousness. Let him prowl the streets; this was her realm, guarded by Felicity's tech-savvy vigilance and Mia's fierce loyalty. She shifted slightly, her cock giving a lazy twitch against Felicity's inner thigh, stirring faint sparks of renewed interest. "We've kept this hidden long enough," Moira said, her tone laced with quiet command, eyes flicking between them. "But with you in on it now, Felicity, we can be... bolder. Just keep Oliver in the dark. He wouldn't understand." The words carried a hint of scorn, her lip curling subtly at the thought of her son's potential shock, a barrier she'd dismantle only if forced.

Felicity nodded, her expression turning thoughtful as she propped herself on an elbow, her breasts swaying gently with the motion, nipples still pebbled from the chill and residual arousal. "I can handle that. The security feeds are looped; he won't see a thing when he gets back." She glanced at the door, as if half-expecting the hero's shadow to loom, but the mansion remained silent, their secret cocoon intact. Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the base of Moira's shaft where it rested soft and heavy, coaxing a low hum from the matriarch. Mia watched, her own hand joining the exploration, the two women sharing a conspiratorial smile over Moira's body, the air between them humming with unspoken plans—stolen moments in hidden corners, perhaps even drawing Felicity deeper into their web.

The trio lingered like that, bodies entwined in lazy repose, but the night's embers refused to fully die. Moira's cock stirred under their gentle touches, thickening incrementally against the warmth of their palms, the veined length pulsing with fresh blood as desire flickered back to life. Felicity's breath quickened, her pussy clenching at the sight, a fresh trickle of arousal slicking her thighs. "Already?" she teased softly, leaning down to flick her tongue over the emerging tip, tasting the faint salt of their earlier release. Mia laughed breathily, shifting to straddle Moira's thigh, grinding subtly against the firm muscle to ease the ache building anew in her core. Moira's eyes gleamed with predatory promise, her hands guiding them closer. "The night is young, darlings. And Oliver's patrol stretches on..."

As the first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, painting their sweat-glistened skin in soft gold, Moira pulled Felicity atop her, positioning the blonde to straddle her hips while Mia knelt beside them, fingers teasing her aunt's breasts. The futanari's cock, now half-hard and insistent, nudged Felicity's entrance, the slick heat welcoming it with a slow, teasing slide that drew mutual gasps. But they moved unhurriedly this time, savoring the build—Moira's hands on Felicity's waist, guiding her down inch by inch, Mia's lips capturing Felicity's in a deep kiss that muffled her moans. The promise of another round hung heavy, secrets deepening with every shared breath, while far below in the city, Oliver's silhouette cut through the shadows, utterly blind to the fire blazing in his family's heart.

Yet even in this renewed tangle, a subtle tension simmered—Felicity's monitors downstairs, still running silent watch; the faint creak of the house settling, as if whispering warnings of discovery. Moira's mind raced ahead, plotting safer havens, bolder risks, her disdain for Oliver's ignorance fueling a quiet resolve to expand their circle without shattering the fragile peace. As Felicity sank fully onto her length, a shared moan rippling through them, the night edged toward morning, leaving the door cracked open for what forbidden paths they might tread next.

Felicity's body settled onto Moira's with a slow, deliberate descent, the futanari's thickening cock parting her slick folds like a key slipping into a well-oiled lock. The stretch was familiar now yet no less intoxicating, every veined inch sliding through her velvet heat, filling her until their hips met in a flush of warmth and shared weight. Felicity's breath hitched, her inner walls fluttering around the hardening length, the subtle pulse of it syncing with her quickening heartbeat. She rocked gently at first, grinding her clit against the coarse patch of hair at Moira's base, the friction sending sparks skittering up her spine, her breasts swaying with the motion, nipples grazing Mia's arm as the younger woman leaned in close.

Mia's fingers danced over Felicity's skin, tracing the curve of her spine before cupping one full breast, thumb circling the pebbled nipple with teasing pressure. The touch was light but insistent, drawing a soft moan from Felicity's lips, her head falling back as she rode Moira's cock in languid circles, the slick sounds of their joining a quiet symphony in the dimming night. Moira's hands gripped Felicity's hips, guiding the rhythm with firm squeezes, her nails leaving faint indents in the soft flesh, the warmth of her palms seeping into Felicity's cooling skin like a possessive brand. "Slower, darling," Moira murmured, her voice a husky thread weaving through the haze, eyes locked on Felicity's flushed face, drinking in the way her glasses slipped down her nose, fogged with exertion.

The air in the study carried the layered scents of their indulgence—salty sweat mingling with the creamy tang of cum, undercut by the faint, earthy musk of Moira's arousal stirring anew. Mia shifted closer, her thigh pressing against Felicity's, the sticky remnants of her own release smearing between them in a warm slide. She leaned down, lips capturing one of Felicity's nipples in a wet suck, tongue flicking the sensitive tip while her hand trailed lower, fingers brushing where Moira's shaft disappeared into Felicity's pussy. The added touch sent a jolt through the blonde, her pace faltering into a deeper grind, Moira's cock twitching inside her as Mia's fingertips grazed the stretched rim, teasing the slick juncture with feather-light strokes.

Moira's disdain flickered briefly in her thoughts, a cool shadow amid the heat—Oliver's return loomed like a distant storm, his moral facade a fragile veil she'd sooner shatter than bow to. But here, with these two women yielding to her, the worry dissolved into resolve; Felicity's tech would cloak them, Mia's fire would burn brighter. She bucked upward suddenly, a sharp thrust that buried her fully, drawing twin gasps from Felicity and a pleased hum from Mia. The futanari's balls tightened against Felicity's ass, heavy and warm, the skin drawing taut as blood surged back into her length, making it swell thicker within the clenching heat. "Feel that? You're waking her up," Moira growled softly, one hand sliding up to tangle in Felicity's hair, pulling her down for a searing kiss, tongues tangling in a messy dance of saliva and shared breath.

Felicity broke the kiss with a whimper, her body undulating faster now, the chaise creaking softly under their combined weight as she chased the building friction. Mia's mouth released her nipple with a pop, leaving it shiny and reddened, before trailing kisses down her side, tongue dipping into the dip of her waist, tasting the salt there. The sensations layered—Moira's cock dragging along her inner walls with every rise and fall, the blunt head nudging that sweet spot deep inside; Mia's lips and fingers exploring her curves, a thumb now circling her other nipple while two fingers slipped alongside Moira's shaft, stretching her further, the added fullness bordering on overwhelming. Felicity's thighs quivered, muscles tensing as pleasure coiled low in her belly, a fresh gush of wetness easing the glide, soaking Moira's groin in warm slickness.

"You're both mine tonight," Moira declared, her voice laced with that unyielding authority, hips rising to meet Felicity's descent in a rhythm that built steadily, the wet slap of skin growing insistent. She reached for Mia, pulling her daughter into the fray with a firm hand on her nape, guiding her lips to Felicity's neck where she sucked a blooming mark, teeth grazing the pulse point in rhythmic bites. The three moved as one fluid entity, bodies slick and sliding, breaths mingling in hot pants that fogged the air between them. Dawn's light crept higher, casting golden hues over their entwined forms, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Felicity's back, the faint bruises on Mia's hips, the proud curve of Moira's cock as it emerged glistening before plunging back in.

But beneath the rising tide of ecstasy, a subtle tension hummed— the distant rumble of a car engine in the driveway, too faint yet to alarm, but stirring Moira's senses like a predator's instinct. Oliver, returning from his vigil, his steps soon to echo through the halls. She thrust harder, chasing the peak to outrun the interruption, her cock throbbing insistently inside Felicity, the coil tightening in her core. Felicity sensed it too, her movements frantic now, pussy clenching in desperate pulls, while Mia's hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her cum-slicked heat to mirror the frenzy. The promise of release dangled tantalizingly close, even as the first footsteps sounded faintly from below, pulling them toward a razor-edge of risk and rapture.

Felicity's pussy clenched tighter around Moira's swelling cock, the inner walls rippling with each desperate grind, milking the futanari's length as if to draw out every hidden drop of pleasure before the world intruded. The blonde's thighs burned from the effort, muscles quivering against Moira's hips, her slick arousal coating the veined shaft in a warm, glossy sheen that eased the deepening thrusts. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her temple in a salty rivulet, her breaths coming in sharp, needy pants that fogged her glasses further. She leaned forward, hands splaying across Moira's chest for leverage, fingers digging into the damp fabric of the open blouse, feeling the rapid thud of the matriarch's heart beneath.

Moira's hips bucked upward with renewed force, the motion jolting through Felicity's core like an electric surge, her cock—now fully rigid and unyielding—plunging deep to kiss the cervix with a blunt, insistent pressure that bordered on pain-laced bliss. The futanari's balls slapped rhythmically against Felicity's ass, the heavy sacs warm and taut, skin stretched tight over the churning release building within. Moira's disdain sharpened amid the haze, a cool flash in her eyes at the growing rumble outside—Oliver, that self-righteous shadow, returning to disrupt what was hers alone. She wouldn't let him taint this; her thrusts grew punishing, hips snapping with a wet, forceful smack that echoed off the walls, claiming Felicity's body as her territory.

Mia's fingers plunged deeper into her own soaked folds, the squelch of her self-pleasure mingling with the symphony of their joining, her cum-filled pussy greedy for friction as she watched Moira dominate the blonde. She leaned in, lips latching onto Felicity's shoulder, sucking a fresh mark into the pale skin, teeth grazing with just enough bite to draw a gasp. The taste of salt and faint perfume bloomed on her tongue, Mia's free hand reaching to tease Moira's nipple through the blouse, pinching the hardened bud with a twist that elicited a guttural groan from her mother. The air thickened with their shared heat, the scent of renewed arousal—musky and sharp—overriding the fading remnants of their first release, every inhale pulling them tighter into the vortex.

The footsteps grew clearer now, a steady tread ascending the grand staircase, muffled but unmistakable through the study's thick door. Felicity's heart stuttered, her body tensing around Moira's cock in a vice-like grip, the sudden fear-laced thrill spiking her pleasure higher. She rode harder, grinding down to take every inch, her clit rubbing frantically against the coarse hair at Moira's base, sparks igniting low in her belly. "He's... coming," she whispered breathlessly, voice cracking on the words, but there was no panic—only a wicked edge of excitement that made her walls flutter wildly, coaxing Moira deeper.

Moira's response was a fierce snarl, her hand clamping over Felicity's mouth to muffle the sounds, fingers pressing firm but not unkind against the soft lips, tasting the faint tang of earlier kisses on her skin. She flipped their positions with effortless strength, pinning Felicity beneath her on the chaise, the leather sticking to their sweat-slicked backs as Moira drove forward relentlessly, her cock spearing through the blonde's clenching heat in long, brutal strokes. The futanari's breasts heaved with the effort, nipples scraping against Felicity's through the rumpled fabric, the friction adding another layer of sensation that made Moira's disdain fuel her dominance—Oliver could knock on every door; he'd find only echoes of justice, not this raw, pulsing truth.

Mia's eyes widened at the urgency, her own climax cresting as she crawled closer, straddling Felicity's face in a bold move, lowering her dripping pussy onto the blonde's waiting mouth. Felicity's tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the creamy mess of Moira's seed still leaking from Mia's folds, the tangy-salt flavor exploding on her taste buds as she sucked greedily at the swollen clit. Mia's thighs trembled around Felicity's head, the soft inner flesh warm and quivering, her hands bracing on Moira's shoulders for balance as she rocked down, smothering the blonde's moans in her slick heat. The vibrations hummed through Mia's core, pushing her over the edge—her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming as fresh gushes coated Felicity's chin, the younger woman's cry barely stifled against her palm.

Felicity shattered next, her body arching off the chaise in a silent scream, walls convulsing around Moira's pounding cock, the tight, rhythmic squeezes pulling the futanari deeper into her molten depths. Warmth flooded her core as her release peaked, soaking Moira's shaft in a fresh wave of slickness that dripped down to her balls, the overflow pooling on the leather below. Moira followed with a muffled growl against Felicity's neck, her hips stuttering as she buried to the hilt, cock pulsing hotly to unleash thick ropes of cum, filling the blonde until it seeped out around her girth, creamy and warm, mingling with Felicity's essence in a messy union.

The footsteps paused outside the hall, a faint rustle of keys at a distant door, but Moira held them still, bodies locked in trembling aftershocks, breaths ragged and synced. She eased out slowly, the wet slide of her softening cock drawing soft whimpers from Felicity, strings of cum bridging the gap before snapping. Mia slid off, collapsing beside them in a heap of limbs, her hand finding Felicity's to squeeze in silent solidarity, while Moira's eyes flicked to the door, sharp and unyielding. Oliver's voice called out faintly from below—"Anyone home?"—oblivious to the storm he'd nearly interrupted.

They disentangled with hushed urgency, clothes rustling in the dim light as dawn's glow strengthened, casting long shadows that hid their flushed forms. Felicity wiped her chin with the back of her hand, a sly smile curving her lips despite the risk, pride gleaming in her eyes as she met Moira's gaze. "Close call," she murmured, voice husky, already plotting the next layer of digital deception to buy them more nights like this. Moira nodded, pulling Mia into a quick, possessive kiss, her mind racing ahead to hidden escapes within the mansion—perhaps the old wine cellar, or Felicity's lair itself—where Oliver's footsteps would echo harmlessly above, the family's secrets burrowing deeper, hungry for the shadows of tomorrow.

The trio moved with the hushed efficiency of conspirators, the study's air still humming with the electric residue of their climax—warm, sticky skin brushing in fleeting touches that lingered like unspoken promises. Felicity rose first, her legs unsteady on the plush rug, a faint trickle of Moira's cum seeping down her inner thigh, cooling in the dawn's chill and sending a shiver through her core. She snatched up her discarded clothes, the lace of her panties damp and clinging to her fingers as she slipped them on, the fabric absorbing the messy evidence with a soft, squelching press against her swollen folds. Her blouse followed, buttons fumbling under trembling hands, the material rasping against her sensitized nipples, drawing a quiet hitch in her breath. Mia mirrored her, pulling on her jeans with quick tugs, the denim scraping roughly over her marked hips, a low throb echoing where Moira's grip had branded her. Moira, ever the composed matriarch, straightened her skirt with deliberate grace, tucking her softening cock away, the veined length nestling warm and heavy against her thigh, still pulsing faintly with aftershocks.

Moira's sharp eyes scanned the room, her disdain for the impending interruption coiling like a serpent in her chest—Oliver, with his heroic stride and blind faith, a fool who navigated the city's shadows but missed the inferno in his own home. She smoothed her hair, the dark strands cool and silken under her palms, before turning to the women with a nod that brooked no delay. "The guest bath down the hall," she whispered, voice low and commanding, laced with the gravel of recent moans. "Clean up quickly. I'll handle him." Felicity shot her a conspiratorial wink, adjusting her glasses with a finger that still carried the faint scent of Mia's release, her body humming with sated pride as she slipped toward the door, hips swaying in a subtle tease that drew Moira's gaze like a magnet.

Mia paused to steal a kiss from her mother, lips soft and lingering, tongues brushing in a quick, wet tangle that tasted of salt and secrecy, her hand cupping Moira's jaw with possessive tenderness. The contact ignited a spark, Moira's cock twitching against the confines of her skirt, but she pulled back with a soft growl, her fingers trailing down Mia's arm in a parting caress that left goosebumps in its wake. "Go, darling. We'll finish this later—properly." Mia nodded, cheeks flushed a deep rose, and darted after Felicity, the door clicking shut behind them with a sound that echoed like a held breath. Alone now, Moira sank onto the chaise, the leather warm and tacky beneath her, inhaling deeply to steady the rapid thud of her heart, the mingled scents of their passion clinging to her skin like a second layer of armor.

Down the hall, the guest bath's marble tiles chilled Felicity's bare feet, a stark contrast to the fevered heat still radiating from her core. She twisted the faucet, water rushing in a silvery cascade that steamed the mirror, filling the air with humid warmth. Mia joined her at the sink, their reflections blurred and intimate—hair tousled, lips swollen, necks blooming with faint bruises like secret badges. Felicity lathered soap between her palms, the suds creamy and slick, before reaching to clean Mia's thighs, fingers gliding over the soft inner skin, tracing the sticky trails with gentle strokes that bordered on caress. "God, that was wild," Felicity murmured, her voice a breathy echo over the water's rush, pride swelling in her chest as she met Mia's eyes in the fogged glass. "You and Moira... it's like poetry in motion. No wonder you've kept it hidden." Mia leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping as Felicity's fingers delved higher, washing away the evidence with lingering care, the intimacy rekindling a low ache between her legs.

The footsteps grew louder, Oliver's voice calling again from the foyer below—"Mom? Felicity?"—the tone casual, laced with the weariness of a night spent in hooded pursuit. Moira rose fluidly, her skirt whispering against her legs as she crossed to the door, composing her features into the mask of maternal poise. She cracked it open just as Oliver's boots thudded onto the landing, his silhouette broad and shadowed in the hall light, quiver slung over one shoulder like a badge of his endless crusade. "Oliver, dear," she said smoothly, stepping out and pulling the door shut behind her, the click a final barrier against the chaos within. "You're home early. Everything alright?" Her voice was steady, but beneath it simmered that familiar disdain, a cool undercurrent for the son who saw vigilante justice but never the family's true depths.

Oliver paused, rubbing the back of his neck, his green eyes— so like Mia's—scanning her with a flicker of concern, oblivious to the flush still warming her cheeks or the subtle scent of sex that clung to her blouse. "Yeah, just wrapped up a lead. Quiet night, for once. Where's everyone?" Moira smiled, a calculated curve of her lips, her hand resting lightly on his arm, feeling the corded muscle tense under her touch—a reminder of his strength, and his blindness. "Felicity's tinkering in her lair, as usual. Mia's asleep upstairs. Come, let's get you some coffee. You look exhausted." She guided him toward the kitchen, her steps measured, mind already drifting to the women regrouping in the bath, plotting their next stolen breath. The mansion's halls stretched long and empty, but the fire they'd kindled burned on, embers waiting for the cover of night to flare anew.

In the bath, Felicity rinsed her hands under the cooling stream, droplets scattering like diamonds on the porcelain, her body thrumming with the afterglow's quiet pulse. Mia dried off with a towel, the soft terry cloth rasping over her skin, absorbing the last traces of their frenzy, but leaving the deeper marks—the subtle throb in her core, the possessive gleam in her eyes. "We can't stop now," Mia whispered, leaning close enough for their breaths to mingle, warm and conspiratorial. Felicity nodded, a spark of mischief lighting her features as she pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the screen to loop the hallway cams one last time. "Oh, we won't. Next time, my lair—no interruptions. Moira can have us both, all night." The promise hung between them, thick with anticipation, as Oliver's voice faded downstairs, the family's secrets coiling tighter, hungry for the shadows to deepen and draw them back into the blaze.

The morning light filtered through the mansion's tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished hardwood floors as the family gathered for a late breakfast in the sun-drenched kitchen. Oliver sat at the island, nursing a mug of black coffee, his broad shoulders slumped slightly from the night's exertions, the faint scent of leather and city grit still clinging to his rumpled shirt. Moira moved with her usual elegant poise, pouring fresh orange juice into crystal glasses, the liquid glugging softly as it filled them, her skirt swishing against her legs with each step—a subtle reminder of the warmth still pooled between her thighs from their hurried cleanup. She caught Mia's eye across the room, a fleeting glance that held layers of heat, the younger woman's cheeks tinting pink as she buttered a slice of toast, the knife scraping rhythmically over the golden crust.

Felicity hovered near the counter, her fingers tapping absently on her phone, the screen's glow reflecting off her glasses as she double-checked the looped feeds one last time. The air hummed with casual chatter—Oliver recounting a vague "lead" from patrol, his voice steady but weary—but beneath it all, an undercurrent thrummed, electric and unspoken. Mia shifted on her stool, thighs pressing together to ease the lingering ache in her core, the faint slickness of residual arousal making her panties cling uncomfortably, a secret thrill that made her pulse quicken. Moira's disdain simmered quietly; she smiled at her son, offering him a plate of eggs, but her mind wandered to the wine cellar's cool depths, imagining pinning Mia against the stone walls later, her cock hardening at the thought.

As the meal wound down, Oliver pushed back his chair with a scrape, standing to stretch, his muscles rippling under his shirt in a way that drew involuntary glances from the women—though not for the reasons he might assume. "I'm heading out again tonight," he announced, rinsing his mug in the sink, water splashing against porcelain. "Something big brewing downtown. Stay safe, everyone." Felicity nodded absently, her lips curving into a knowing smile she hid behind her coffee cup, the steam warm against her face. Moira's hand brushed Mia's under the table, fingers intertwining briefly, nails grazing the soft skin of her palm in a silent vow. The promise of uninterrupted hours stretched ahead, a tantalizing void waiting to be filled.

By evening, the mansion settled into twilight hush, Oliver's absence a deliberate void that Felicity confirmed with a quick ping to his tracker—miles away, arrows loosed into the night. She led the way down to her lair, the hidden elevator humming softly as it descended, cool metal walls enclosing them in dim, pulsing light from the control panels. Moira followed close behind, her hand resting possessively on the small of Mia's back, thumb circling the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her shirt, feeling the subtle shiver that rippled through her daughter's body. The air grew cooler, laced with the faint ozone tang of electronics and the deeper, earthy scent of concrete, a stark contrast to the study's opulent warmth.

The lair unfolded before them like a technological sanctum—screens flickering with holographic displays, servers whirring in low symphony, the central console a throne of sleek black surfaces. Felicity flicked on the ambient lights, casting a soft blue glow that danced over their forms, highlighting the flush already creeping up Mia's neck. "No eyes here," Felicity said, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur as she turned, shedding her cardigan with a shrug, the soft wool pooling at her feet. Moira's eyes darkened, her futanari cock stirring beneath her slacks at the invitation, the fabric tenting subtly as she stepped forward, pulling Mia into a deep kiss—lips parting hungrily, tongues sliding in a wet, exploratory tangle that tasted of anticipation and stolen mornings.

Mia's hands fisted in Moira's blouse, yanking her closer, the buttons straining as she pressed her body flush, feeling the hardening length nudge insistently against her belly. The kiss broke with a gasp, Moira's breath hot against her ear as she whispered, "Strip for me, both of you. Let me see what's mine." Felicity complied first, peeling off her top to reveal lace-trimmed bra, the cups straining against her breasts, then shimmying out of her skirt, the zipper's rasp echoing in the quiet space. Her panties followed, damp already, clinging to her folds before she kicked them aside, the cool air kissing her exposed skin and raising goosebumps along her thighs. Mia mirrored her, shirt whispering over her head, jeans pooling at her ankles with a soft thud, her pussy bare and glistening under the lair's glow, the faint marks from last night still visible on her hips like badges of devotion.

Moira watched with predatory patience, her own clothes shed methodically—blouse unbuttoned to expose the full swell of her breasts, nipples hardening in the chill; slacks unzipped to free her throbbing cock, the thick shaft springing upright, veined and heavy, a pearl of pre-cum beading at the slit. The sight drew twin whimpers from the women, Felicity dropping to her knees first, crawling forward on the grated floor, the metal cool and textured against her palms. She nuzzled Moira's thigh, lips brushing the coarse hair there before trailing upward, tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of the cock, savoring the salty warmth as it twitched toward her mouth. Mia joined her, kneeling beside, their shoulders brushing in shared heat, her hand cupping Moira's balls, rolling the warm orbs gently, feeling them draw tight under her touch.

The futanari's fingers threaded into their hair, guiding them with firm tugs, a low groan rumbling from her chest as Felicity's lips enveloped the head, sucking with hollowed cheeks, the wet suction pulling at Moira's core. Mia licked along the shaft, tongue tracing the pulsing vein, their mouths meeting in a slick overlap that made Moira's hips cant forward, feeding more into the dual worship. The lair's hum faded into the background, drowned by the obscene symphony—wet slurps, muffled moans, the faint drip of saliva trailing down Moira's length. Felicity's free hand delved between her own thighs, fingers circling her clit in time with her bobs, the slick sounds of her arousal mingling with the scene, while Mia's pussy clenched emptily, aching for the fill she knew was coming.

Moira pulled them off with a wet pop, her cock glistening and straining, eyes gleaming with unyielding command. "Felicity, on the console—legs spread." The blonde rose shakily, perching on the edge, the cool surface shocking against her heated ass as she parted her thighs, exposing her dripping folds, the pink inner lips swollen and inviting. Moira stepped between them, the head of her cock nudging Felicity's entrance, teasing the slick seam with shallow dips that coated her in warmth. Mia watched, breath ragged, one hand on Felicity's breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the nipple to a taut peak that made the blonde arch. But a distant ping from a screen—Oliver's tracker shifting—flared a brief tension, Moira's jaw tightening with disdain, her thrust finally burying deep in one smooth glide, claiming the moment before the world could intrude again.

The penetration stretched Felicity wide, her walls yielding to the futanari's girth with a velvet grip, a sharp cry escaping her lips as Moira bottomed out, pubic bone grinding against her clit. The console creaked under the force, screens flickering with static from the vibrations, but Felicity's hands braced behind her, pushing forward to meet each snap of Moira's hips, the wet slap of skin echoing through the lair like a heartbeat. Mia leaned in, capturing Felicity's mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing her moans while her fingers dipped to where they joined, circling the stretched rim, feeling the slick slide of cock in pussy. Moira's pace built relentlessly, her cock throbbing hotly inside, balls slapping rhythmically against Felicity's ass, the building coil in her core promising a flood—but the tracker's ping lingered in her mind, a shadow urging her to fuck harder, deeper, sealing their bond against any encroaching light.

Moira's hips drove forward with unyielding precision, her cock plunging deep into Felicity's clenching heat, the slick inner walls rippling around the invading thickness like warm silk grasping for purchase. Each thrust sent a jolt through the blonde's body, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, nipples scraping against the cool edge of the console where beads of sweat began to gather and trickle. The futanari's shaft throbbed hotly inside her, veins pulsing against sensitive nerves, the blunt head dragging along that inner ridge with every withdrawal, only to slam back in with a wet, resonant smack that echoed off the lair's concrete walls. Felicity's thighs quivered around Moira's waist, muscles tensing and releasing in waves, her slick arousal coating the base of the cock in a glossy sheen that dripped down to warm the heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her ass.

"Fuck, Moira... harder," Felicity gasped, her voice breaking into a throaty plea, glasses fogging anew as her breath quickened, one hand reaching back to grip the console's edge, the smooth metal slick under her palm. Mia's fingers delved deeper at their juncture, two digits slipping alongside Moira's girth to stretch Felicity further, the added fullness drawing a sharp whimper from the blonde's lips, her pussy fluttering wildly in response. The younger woman's touch was exploratory yet insistent, nails grazing the stretched rim, feeling the obscene pulse of Moira's cock through the thin barrier of flesh, the warmth of their combined wetness seeping between her knuckles like molten honey.

Moira's disdain flared at the tracker's insistent ping—a digital ghost of Oliver's path weaving through the city streets, too close for comfort yet still blind to their depths. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing flush against Felicity's, the damp fabric of her half-open blouse rasping over hardened nipples, sending twin sparks of friction that made her growl low in her throat. "He won't touch this," she murmured, voice a gravelly promise laced with scorn, her hand sliding up to cup Mia's jaw, pulling her daughter into a fierce side-kiss, tongues clashing briefly in a salty tangle before she turned her focus back to the blonde beneath her. Thrusts grew more deliberate, grinding deep to circle her hips, the coarse hair at her base abrading Felicity's swollen clit with each rotation, building the coil tighter in all three of them.

Mia's free hand trailed up her own body, pinching her nipple to a taut peak, the sharp twinge echoing the ache building between her thighs, her pussy clenching emptily as she watched Moira claim Felicity. The lair's blue glow cast ethereal shadows over their forms, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Felicity's throat, the subtle quiver of her abdomen with every plunge. She leaned down, lips brushing Felicity's ear, breath hot and ragged. "You feel so good like this—taking her all," Mia whispered, her fingers withdrawing to taste their mingled essence, the tangy salt bursting on her tongue before she offered them to Felicity, who sucked greedily, eyes locking with hers in heated challenge.

The console vibrated faintly under the onslaught, screens flickering with erratic data streams as Moira's pace quickened, her balls drawing tight against Felicity's perineum, the skin warm and textured, pulsing with the imminent surge. Felicity's cries escalated, muffled against Mia's shoulder as the younger woman captured her mouth again, their kiss a messy slide of lips and teeth, saliva trailing in a thin line when they parted for air. Moira's fingers dug into Felicity's hips, leaving faint red crescents on the pale skin, guiding her onto each thrust with possessive force, the futanari's own release coiling like a spring in her core, hot and insistent, but she held back, savoring the velvet grip milking her length, the way Felicity's body arched in desperate supplication.

A sharper ping cut through the haze—Oliver's tracker veering closer to the mansion's perimeter, the digital alert flashing red on a nearby monitor, casting a bloody hue over their sweat-slicked limbs. Moira's jaw clenched, her thrusts turning erratic, hips snapping with a urgency that bordered on fury, her cock swelling thicker inside Felicity, stretching her to the brink. "Not yet," she snarled softly, pulling out abruptly with a wet schlick, the withdrawal leaving Felicity whining, her pussy gaping and glistening, clenching around nothing as strands of arousal bridged the gap. Moira turned to Mia, eyes blazing, hauling her daughter up by the waist to perch her on the console beside Felicity, the metal cool against Mia's heated ass.

"Both of you—now," Moira commanded, her voice thick with restrained hunger, stroking her slick cock once, the shaft gleaming under the lights, veined and rigid, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling at the tip. She positioned herself between Mia's parted thighs, the head nudging her dripping entrance, teasing the puffy folds with shallow dips that coated her anew in creamy warmth. Felicity slid off the edge, knees hitting the grated floor with a soft clang, her hands reaching to spread Mia wider, fingers tracing the slick inner lips, feeling the subtle quiver of muscle as Moira pushed in—inch by throbbing inch, filling her daughter with a slow, deliberate stretch that drew a keening moan from Mia's throat, the sound vibrating through the lair like a siren's call.

The tracker's alerts multiplied, a staccato rhythm underscoring their frenzy, Oliver's path looping perilously near, but Moira thrust deeper, her balls pressing flush against Mia's ass, the warmth seeping into her skin as she set a brutal rhythm, hips colliding with wet slaps that drowned the electronic warnings. Felicity's mouth found Moira's balls, tongue lapping at the taut sac, sucking one orb gently into the wet heat of her mouth, the salty musk exploding on her taste buds while her hand worked Mia's clit in tight circles, the swollen nub pulsing under her thumb. Mia's head fell back, striking the console with a thud, her breasts heaving with each plunge, nipples pebbled and begging as Felicity's free hand obliged, pinching and rolling them in tandem with Moira's drives.

Pleasure layered thickly, Moira's cock dragging through Mia's clenching depths, the velvet walls fluttering in rhythmic pulls that tugged at her core, her disdain for the intruding signal fueling a fiercer dominance—she fucked like she owned the night, every snap of her hips a defiance against the hero's encroaching shadow. Mia's cries peaked, her body tensing, pussy spasming around the invading girth, but Moira slowed just enough to draw it out, grinding deep to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her daughter's eyes. Felicity rose slightly, lips capturing Mia's in a soothing kiss, tongues tangling softly amid the storm, her own arousal dripping unchecked down her thighs, pooling on the floor in warm, sticky evidence.

Yet the pings grew insistent, a digital heartbeat racing toward climax, Oliver's return no longer a distant threat but a gathering storm at the mansion's gates. Moira's resolve hardened, her thrusts resuming with renewed ferocity, chasing their shared release before the veil could tear—bodies slick and straining, breaths mingling in hot urgency, the lair pulsing with the promise of one final, shattering peak that might just seal their secrets tighter, or unravel them in the light of his unknowing gaze.

Moira's cock surged deeper into Mia's welcoming heat, the slick glide parting her daughter's swollen folds with a velvety resistance that sent tremors racing up the futanari's spine. Each thrust was a deliberate claim, her hips rolling forward to bury every throbbing inch, the veined shaft dragging against the rippling inner walls that clenched greedily around her like a living pulse. Warmth enveloped her completely, Mia's arousal coating the base in a creamy froth that seeped down to her balls, the heavy sacs swinging forward to tap wetly against the console's edge. The metal hummed faintly under the onslaught, vibrating through Mia's ass and into her core, amplifying the stretch—the way Moira's girth filled her utterly, pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves until stars danced behind her eyelids.

Mia's thighs quivered around Moira's waist, the soft inner flesh slick with sweat and their mingled juices, muscles tensing as she hooked her heels into the small of her mother's back, pulling her impossibly closer. "Mom... yes, right there," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper that broke on the edge of a moan, fingers scrabbling at the console's smooth surface, nails leaving faint scratches on the black enamel. Felicity's tongue swirled around Moira's balls, the warm, wrinkled skin drawing tight under the wet laps, salty musk blooming on her taste buds as she sucked gently, feeling the subtle churn of release building within. Her thumb pressed firmer on Mia's clit, circling the swollen pearl with slick insistence, the nub pulsing hotly under her touch, drawing fresh whimpers that vibrated through the air like electric currents.

The lair's blue glow pulsed erratically now, syncing with the frantic rhythm of Moira's hips, shadows dancing over their sweat-sheened bodies like living entities. Oliver's tracker blared another urgent ping, the red alert flashing across the screens in staccato bursts, his signal closing in—mere blocks away, the distant growl of his motorcycle engine a faint rumble through the mansion's foundations. Moira's jaw tightened, a flash of disdain curling her lip at the thought of him bursting in, his righteous eyes widening in shock at the sight of his mother buried deep in his sister, Felicity's face smeared with their essence. "Fuck him and his shadows," she snarled softly, her voice thick with exertion and scorn, thrusting harder to outpace the intrusion, her cock swelling thicker inside Mia, the head nudging her cervix with blunt, insistent pressure that bordered on overwhelming bliss.

Felicity rose on her knees, the grated floor biting into her skin with a cool, textured bite, her hands sliding up Moira's thighs to grip the firm muscles there, feeling them flex and release with each powerful snap. She leaned in, lips brushing the slick juncture where cock met pussy, tongue darting out to lap at the stretched rim, tasting the tangy flood of Mia's arousal mixed with the faint salt of her own earlier release still lingering on Moira's skin. The flavor was heady, addictive, her own core aching emptily as she ground her thighs together, the slick friction easing the throb but not sating it. "He's almost here," Felicity murmured against the wet heat, her breath hot and teasing, eyes flicking up to meet Moira's with a spark of defiant pride—no fear, just a fierce loyalty to this hidden fire they'd ignited.

Mia's body arched off the console, her breasts heaving with sharp intakes of breath, nipples peaked into tight buds that begged for attention amid the storm. The coil in her belly wound unbearably tight, every plunge of Moira's cock unraveling her further, the futanari's balls drawing up against her ass in warm, heavy presses that promised the flood. "I'm... close, Mom—please," Mia pleaded, her voice cracking into a sob, one hand reaching down to tangle in Felicity's hair, guiding the blonde's mouth firmer against her clit, the suction pulling a keening cry from her throat. The lair filled with the obscene chorus—the wet schlick of penetration, the muffled slurps of Felicity's tongue, their shared pants weaving into a tapestry of urgency as the tracker's warnings escalated, Oliver's dot now hovering at the estate's gates.

Moira's control frayed at the edges, her thrusts turning erratic, hips slamming forward with a ferocity born of rebellion, her cock pulsing hotly inside Mia's spasming depths. The disdain fueled her, a cool blaze in her chest—let Oliver pound on doors, chase ghosts; this was her legacy, raw and unyielding, claimed in the heart of his own domain. She ground deep one final time, the base of her shaft grinding against Mia's clit, fingers digging into her daughter's hips to hold her steady as the younger woman's orgasm crashed over her. Mia shattered with a muffled scream, pussy convulsing in rhythmic waves that milked Moira's length mercilessly, gushing warmth that soaked their thighs and dripped onto the console in warm rivulets, the overflow slicking Felicity's chin as she lapped eagerly at the flood.

The contractions pulled Moira over the brink, her balls tightening fully as she buried to the hilt, a guttural growl tearing from her throat, vibrating through her chest like thunder. Thick ropes of cum erupted from her cock, flooding Mia's core in hot, pulsing spurts that overflowed almost immediately, creamy essence seeping around the girth to coat Felicity's waiting tongue. The blonde hummed in approval, swallowing greedily while her fingers plunged into her own dripping folds, chasing her own peak with frantic circles, her body shuddering as she came with a soft, keening whimper against Mia's thigh. The three trembled in unison, aftershocks rippling through slick skin and heaving breaths, Moira's softening cock still twitching inside Mia as she eased out with a wet slide, strings of cum bridging the gap before snapping.

But the pings crescendoed into a shrill alert, Oliver's motorcycle roaring to a halt in the driveway above, the engine's cutoff echoing like a death knell through the lair's vents. Moira's eyes snapped to the screens, her post-climactic haze sharpening into predatory focus, disdain twisting her features as she hauled the women upright, their bodies slick and limp against her. "Hide—now," she commanded in a harsh whisper, voice laced with urgent steel, shoving Felicity toward the shadowed server racks while pulling Mia behind a console panel, the metal cool and humming against their flushed skin. Footsteps thudded overhead, Oliver's voice calling out faintly—"Mom? Mia? Felicity, you down there?"—the elevator's distant whir signaling his descent, the air thickening with peril as their secret teetered on the edge, hearts pounding in the dim blue glow, the taste of forbidden release still fresh on their lips.

The lair's blue glow dimmed slightly as the server fans kicked up a notch, their low whir masking the trio's ragged breaths in the shadows. Felicity pressed herself flat against the cool metal of the racks, the grated edges biting into her bare back, her skin still slick with sweat and the sticky remnants of cum trickling down her thigh. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the elevator's descending hum, each floor marker lighting up on the panel like a countdown to exposure. She bit her lip hard, tasting the faint copper tang of blood, her pussy throbbing with the afterglow's insistent pulse, clenching emptily in the chill air that raised faint goosebumps along her arms.

Mia huddled behind the console panel, her knees drawn up to her chest, the rough texture of the floor scraping her heels as she shifted for a better view through a narrow gap. Moira's seed leaked warmly from her core, pooling between her ass cheeks in a slow, viscous slide that made her squirm, the sensation both shameful and thrilling amid the peril. Her breath came in shallow huffs, warm against her palm as she covered her mouth, eyes wide and locked on the elevator doors, the faint scent of their passion—musky and sharp—clinging to her skin like an invisible cloak that could betray them at any moment.

Moira stood tall in the center of the lair, her skirt hastily smoothed but her blouse still gaping open, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with controlled breaths. She tucked her softening cock away with quick, efficient fingers, the fabric whispering against the sensitive length, still warm and veined from their frenzy. Disdain curled her lips as the elevator dinged, doors sliding open with a pneumatic hiss—Oliver stepping out, his boots thudding heavily on the grated floor, quiver slung over one shoulder, the faint odor of rain and exhaust wafting in with him. "Felicity? I saw the lights on from upstairs," he called, voice echoing off the concrete walls, laced with that familiar mix of concern and command.

Felicity's fingers dug into the server rack, the metal warming under her grip as she held utterly still, watching through the slats as Oliver moved toward the central console. His shadow stretched long under the lights, broad and imposing, oblivious to the disarray—the faint smears of wetness on the edge where Mia had perched, the console's surface still vibrating from their exertions. She could feel the heat radiating from her own body, a flush creeping up her neck, her nipples tightening against the chill as adrenaline sharpened every sense, the distant hum of the city above fading into irrelevance.

Moira turned smoothly, her posture impeccable, a mask of maternal surprise flickering across her features as she crossed her arms over her chest, concealing the rumpled blouse. "Oliver, what are you doing down here? I thought you were out on patrol." Her voice was steady, velvety smooth, but inside, scorn simmered hot—her son, the eternal guardian, blind to the fire he'd nearly walked into, his presence an unwelcome chill snuffing at their embers. She stepped casually toward him, positioning her body to block the line of sight to the hiding spots, the faint ache in her core a reminder of the release he'd almost stolen.

Oliver frowned, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw, his green eyes scanning the flickering screens, the red alerts from his tracker blinking innocuously now that Felicity's remote loop had kicked in. "Needed to grab some gear. Quiet night turned sour—thought Felicity might have intel." He glanced around, nostrils flaring slightly at the unusual tang in the air, but dismissed it as the ozone from the electronics, his focus shifting to a nearby drive bay. Mia's breath caught audibly in the shadows, a tiny hitch that made Felicity's pulse spike, her hand clamping over the younger woman's mouth from her hiding spot, fingers warm and trembling against soft lips.

The touch grounded Mia, Felicity's palm muffling her exhale, the subtle press of fingers evoking a flash of their earlier tangle—wet mouths and shared heat—stirring a low throb between her legs despite the fear. She leaned into it, the warmth seeping through her skin, her free hand clenching into a fist to steady the quiver in her thighs, the sticky warmth of Moira's cum cooling against her inner folds like a secret tattoo. The elevator's doors stood open behind Oliver, a potential escape route taunting them, but any movement would clang like a alarm in the lair's stark acoustics.

Moira moved closer to her son, her hand resting lightly on his arm, feeling the corded tension in his muscles—the vigilante's endless vigilance that saw everything but this. "She's probably upstairs with Mia, catching up. Why don't you head back out? I'll let her know you stopped by." Her tone brooked no argument, laced with that subtle authority, her disdain flaring at his proximity, the way his obliviousness grated like sand against silk. Oliver hesitated, eyes narrowing on the console's faint smudges, but nodded finally, stepping back toward the elevator with a grunt. "Yeah, alright. Tell her to check the feeds—there's movement near the docks."

As the doors hissed shut behind him, sealing him away with an upward whir, the lair exhaled collectively, the tension uncoiling like a spring released. Moira sagged slightly against the console, her breath escaping in a sharp hiss, the adrenaline sharpening the lingering ache in her cock, a subtle twitch against her thigh as relief flooded her veins. Felicity emerged first, her bare feet padding softly across the grate, body still flushed and glistening, nipples pebbled in the cool air as she wrapped her arms around Moira from behind, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt there. "That was too close," she whispered, voice husky with the mix of fear and residual lust, her hands sliding down to cup the futanari's hips, fingers tracing the skirt's hem teasingly.

Mia unfolded from her hiding spot, legs wobbling as she stood, the cool air kissing her exposed skin and raising fresh goosebumps, her pussy clenching at the sudden vulnerability. She crossed to them in two strides, sandwiching Moira between their bodies, the warmth of three forms pressing close in a tangle of limbs and shared relief. "He almost... god, Mom," she murmured, lips brushing Moira's shoulder, her hand slipping under the blouse to trace the curve of her breast, thumb circling the nipple with gentle insistence. The touch reignited the spark, Moira's cock stirring fully now, thickening against the fabric as disdain melted into possessive hunger—Oliver gone, the night theirs again.

Moira turned in their embrace, her hands roaming freely—one tangling in Felicity's hair to pull her into a deep kiss, tongues sliding wet and urgent, tasting the faint echo of Mia's release; the other gripping Mia's ass, squeezing the firm flesh hard enough to draw a whimper. "He'll never know," she growled against Felicity's lips, voice thick with promise and scorn, her cock pressing insistently against Mia's thigh through the skirt, the heat radiating like a brand. The screens flickered back to life, Oliver's dot retreating into the city, leaving the lair to hum with possibility—the wine cellar next, or perhaps luring him further afield with false leads, their secrets coiling deeper into the night, hungry for the risks that only heightened the blaze.

The lair's air hung heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, cum, and cooling electronics, the faint ozone tang sharpening as the fans whirred back to their steady hum. Moira's body thrummed between the two women, her skin fever-hot where Felicity's breasts pressed against her back, the blonde's hardened nipples scraping like silk-wrapped pebbles through the thin barrier of air. Mia's thigh nudged insistently against the growing bulge in Moira's skirt, the fabric tenting with a subtle rasp as her cock swelled thicker, the veined length pulsing with renewed blood, warm and insistent against the confining cloth. Felicity's kiss trailed from Moira's neck to her earlobe, teeth grazing the soft lobe with a gentle nip that sent a shiver cascading down the futanari's spine, her breath hitching in a low, approving growl.

"Missed this already," Felicity murmured, her voice a breathy caress against Moira's skin, one hand slipping under the skirt to wrap around the base of the hardening shaft, fingers curling with deliberate slowness around the heated girth. The touch was electric—velvet skin over steel rigidity, the subtle twitch under her palm drawing a bead of pre-cum that slicked her grip, warm and sticky as she stroked upward in a languid pull. Moira's hips bucked involuntarily, the motion grinding her cock into Mia's thigh, the friction teasing through the layers, igniting sparks that coiled low in her belly. Mia whimpered softly, her own arousal rekindling in a fresh gush between her legs, the sticky remnants from before mixing with new wetness that cooled against her inner thighs in the lair's chill.

Moira captured Mia's lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue plunging deep to claim the wet heat of her daughter's mouth, tasting the faint echo of her own cum on Mia's breath—a tangy reminder of their frantic release. The younger woman's hands roamed urgently, unbuttoning Moira's blouse fully to expose the full swell of her breasts, palms cupping the heavy curves before thumbs flicked over the pebbled nipples, rolling them with insistent pressure that made Moira moan into the kiss. Felicity's strokes quickened behind her, the slick schlick of her hand on cock filling the space, her free fingers dipping lower to cup Moira's balls, rolling the warm, heavy orbs with a gentle squeeze that drew them taut, the skin wrinkling under her touch. The futanari's disdain for Oliver's near-miss faded into the haze, replaced by a fierce possessiveness—this body, these women, hers to command without his meddling shadow.

Breaking the kiss with a wet gasp, Moira guided them toward the console's shadowed alcove, the grated floor cool and textured underfoot, biting into her bare soles as she shed her skirt completely, the fabric pooling like discarded restraint. Her cock sprang free, fully erect now, thick and curving upward, the slit glistening with pre-cum that trailed in a thin, silvery string when she turned to face them. Felicity dropped to her knees eagerly, the metal pressing into her skin with a sharp chill that contrasted the heat radiating from Moira's thighs, her lips parting to take the throbbing head into her mouth, tongue swirling around the ridge with fervent laps that savored the salty pearl. Mia pressed close from the side, her tongue joining Felicity's along the shaft, their mouths meeting in sloppy overlaps, saliva mixing with pre-cum to drip in warm rivulets down the veined length, the dual suction pulling guttural rumbles from Moira's chest.

The sounds echoed softly off the concrete walls—wet slurps and muffled hums weaving with the servers' distant whir, the lair transforming into their private sanctum once more. Moira's fingers threaded into their hair, one hand in Felicity's blonde waves, tugging with just enough force to angle her deeper, the blonde's throat convulsing around the invading girth; the other in Mia's dark locks, guiding her to lick lower, tongue bathing the heavy balls with broad, flat strokes that made them draw up tight. Pleasure layered thickly, Moira's hips canting forward in shallow thrusts, fucking their joined mouths with controlled dominance, the slick glide sending jolts racing through her core. Felicity's hand slipped between her own thighs again, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy with a squelch, the self-induced rhythm syncing with the worship, her moans vibrating around Moira's cock like a hummed melody.

Yet even in the building frenzy, a subtle tension lingered—the faint vibration of the elevator shaft above, a ghost of Oliver's departure that sharpened Moira's senses. She pulled them off with a wet pop, her cock bobbing heavy and glistening, strings of saliva bridging to their swollen lips before snapping. "Not here—not with his echo still ringing," she rasped, voice thick with need and scorn, hauling them toward the hidden access panel at the lair's rear, a forgotten tunnel leading to the mansion's underbelly. The women followed without question, bodies brushing in the narrow confines, skin sliding slickly as anticipation built like a storm. The door hissed open to cool, musty air, the promise of deeper seclusion pulling them forward, Moira's cock leading the way like a divining rod toward untold indulgences, Oliver's oblivious patrol a distant roar they left far behind.

In the dim tunnel, lit only by Felicity's phone flashlight casting erratic beams, Moira pushed Mia against the rough stone wall, the cool grit scraping her daughter's back in stark contrast to the heat blooming between them. She hiked one of Mia's legs over her hip, the position exposing her dripping folds, and aligned her cock with unerring precision, the swollen head nudging the slick entrance before thrusting home in one smooth, deep plunge. Mia's cry echoed faintly off the damp walls, her pussy clenching around the familiar stretch, walls fluttering with greedy pulls that milked every inch. Felicity watched, breath ragged, her hand working Moira's ass to urge her deeper, fingers tracing the cleft before dipping lower to tease the futanari's tight ring, the added sensation drawing a hiss from Moira's lips.

The rhythm built swiftly, Moira's hips snapping forward with wet, resonant slaps that reverberated through the narrow space, her cock dragging through Mia's heat with obscene squelches, the overflow of arousal trickling down her balls to warm Felicity's exploring fingers. Mia's nails raked Moira's shoulders, leaving red trails on sweat-slicked skin, her breasts heaving with each plunge, nipples grazing the older woman's chest in electric friction. Felicity pressed close from behind, her lips sucking at Moira's neck, marking the skin with blooming bruises while her free hand reached around to rub Mia's clit, the swollen nub pulsing under her thumb like a second heartbeat. Tension coiled anew, bodies grinding in the confined heat, the tunnel's chill forgotten in their blaze—but a distant thud from above hinted at the mansion stirring, pulling them toward a frantic peak before the world could intrude once more.