Brides of Batman update

Glove at his codpiece, he slid his zipper. His prick sprang out—engorged, full, long, throbbing with desire. Harley’s eyes widened at the sight of it. He didn’t take off another stitch, only bared that massive endowment. And that made perfect sense to her mad mind. She wasn’t going to make love to the man, after all. Maybe she hadn’t earned it. Maybe there wasn’t a man—just the beast that went with that brutal manhood.

Either way, Batman was going to fuck her.

Harley felt more conflicted with each passing second. She was apprehensive and that didn’t change, but more and more the thought of Batman taking advantage of her got Harley excited. He’d gone from being a total party pooper to someone she would’ve spread for even if she met him doing the rounds at Arkham.

Of course, Batman had gotten angry with her before, but he’d never had that evil glint in his eyes like he did now. It told her she wasn’t getting nice, Justice League Batman. She was getting the Batman who lurked in the dark and thought of terrible things to do to people like her. And Harley liked having terrible things done to her…

“Take it,” Batman said. It was his first order to her.

He reached out, clasping her head in his hands and drawing her face to his groin. Harley smelled the musk of his arousal, felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose. He pressed her mouth down on the base of his erection, pushing her up and down, making her rub her lips against his shaft. Harley gasped, lifting both hands to brace them on his thighs, trying to push away to give herself a breath of air.

“This cock is going in your mouth one way or another,” Batman told her, rubbing the end against her mouth with the space she’d bought herself. “If you don’t want to choke on it, I suggest you do something to make it smaller.”

Harley kept her lips shut tight. She felt confused and disoriented—unable to comprehend how, after trying to break away from Mistah J again and again, she could now be sinking into the exact same relationship with Bats of all people. Only the Bat was paying far more attention to her than Joker ever had. She didn’t know if she’d have enough breathing room to ferment rebellion; not if Bats was going to do this to her more than once a year!

“Smell it. Smell it and tell me you won’t love how it tastes. You’re a whore, Quinn. You love the taste of cock. Let me put it in. Let me put it in so you can love it.”

Harley had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs, even when Mistah J had been a patient kinda guy. Later, he’d just shoved it into her throat and held her head down until he was done, launching his cum no matter how she choked and gagged and sputtered. But at least he’d never told her to enjoy it like Batman was.

“I can put it in your cunt if you’d rather,” Batman said, his fingertips pressing hard against her temples. “I’ll fuck you and fuck you and fuck you just like you want. Even if this big cock breaks your pussy. You should at least try to throat me first. It’ll make it easier on your next hole.”

Harley struggled for a moment, then it occurred to her that if she kept struggling, he might stop. And that thought was unbearable to her. She felt his cockhead running over her lips, flattening their plump redness, and for every second it touched her, his knob seemed closer and closer to being inside her mouth, filling her taste buds with the same essence that had filled her nostrils. She felt his fingers stiffen, his breath catch, and then he ran a fond hand over one of her pigtails. And Harley knew that he knew that she was going to let him in.

“You belong to me now.”

Reluctantly, with a charge of thrilling fear like she was on a roller coaster about to drop—or crash—she opened her mouth. Batman had her up on her knees now, hanging from his vise-like hands, her arms limp at her sides as she only periodically remembered to put them on Batman’s legs and try to maintain a grip.

He inched back, his thighs shifting as the muscles in them flexed, drawing his cock across Harley’s face until her make-up was smeared with precum and his tip was poised at her mouth. She opened it without thinking twice, without thinking at all, and he drove into her open mouth like a battering ram.

“MMHMMFF!”

Harley gagged, closing her mouth around his prick as though to keep it from going any further. There was no stopping it. The salty flavor of his dripping precum made her gulp, then almost gag. Batman slowly drew them together, pressing her facefirst into his belly. He reached down to her jaw, clamping thumb and fingers onto her mandible, and forced it down so she had to accept the full, engorged length of his member.

Harley gargled, her throat muscles roiling, rebelling against the sudden intrusion. There was only so gentle Batman could be with such an oversized phallus. He forced himself in, his endowment burying her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, until his cockhead hit her tonsils and crammed itself against the back of her throat.

“Now move your tongue, Quinn, lick my cock, show me how much you love it. You’re going to be a good little cocksucker from now on, Quinn. Show me, show me how deep you can take that dick,” he whispered fiercely.

It was like she was drowning, her head underwater. Somehow she managed to pull in air through her nostrils. Batman didn’t care how much she gagged or how little she breathed. He kept working her back and forth on his manhood, faster and faster, telling her what he expected of his new cocksucker. The sheer force of his personality had Harley desperate to obey. She didn’t want to be a bad cocksucker. She didn’t want Batman to take his prick away from her.

“Mmm, yes, move your tongue—move it all over that cock—you don’t want me to think you don’t appreciate getting to suck cock for me, do you? Suck me, suck me like it’s all you’re good for. I always knew you needed a cock in your mouth, Harley. But you’ll have to do better if you want my cum. You’ll have to swallow that dick, not just suck on it.”

Harley’s eyes rolled around in her skull. Much as she hated the Bat (or Joker hated the Bat and she helped him with his hate) she could admit he was always stoic and professional, even something of a gentleman with her. She wouldn’t have ever thought he could be an animal like this.

But he was. He was fucking her face, stuffing her mouth with all his cock, rubbing her disintegrating make-up all over his body armor and relishing that there was nothing she could do about it. Except enjoy.

She choked. He held her too close, too tight, too fully impaled on his massive erection, which her throat wasn’t built to accommodate. Harley panicked. Her arms crashed against Batman’s armor, digging her fingernails into the glinting metal and only succeeding in losing her press-on nails.

Batman grunted a laugh, but still held on tightly, keeping his prick lodged deep in her throat where it throbbed against the enclosing flesh on all sides. Harley felt her throat contracting around his shaft, trying to squeeze away the massive obstacle to her airway, but only succeeding in milking it.

Batman let out a long, shuddering moan. He was close, almost done. Harley felt herself enthralled by his pleasure, totally subservient to it. If she just gave him a little more of her hot wet tightness, took him just a little deeper into her mouth, maybe used her tongue just a tiny bit more on the sensitive underside of his cock…

Then, as if to disabuse her of the notion that she could make him come, Batman picked then to erupt. He left Harley no choice but to swallow, gushing and pumping into her mouth like it was nothing more than a receptacle for his seed. And yet, Harley found herself gurgling contentedly as she beat off his cock with her tightened lips. Working her throat muscles. Slurping down every drop of his thick load.

She came off his dick, loving the taste, loving the proof that she’d satisfied him, loving the answering pang between her thighs that was like a little precursor to the thought of what would happen if he came like that when he was in her cunt.

“How d’ya like your new cocksucker now?” Harley asked, licking stray drop of cum happily from her lips.

Batman spurted a little more, lashing his final few emissions across her pale face and actually restoring some of the milky whiteness that had been lost as her make-up degraded. Then he shook his prick, and Harley mewled with disappointment when the dregs of his ejaculation landed on the toe of his boot.

“Don’t be sad,” Batman told her. “You can lick it up just as soon as you call me Master.”