Gotham Among Other Gods update

“You could use a shower!” Steph cheered, mustering all her strength to pull Bruce to his feet. He let himself be guided to the bathroom, where Steph turned on the shower and stepped into it, giggling like a child. She didn’t pull him in with her, but stood under the warm spray, crooking her finger at him.

Bruce picked up the soap and playfully ran it over her small body, taking care to reach every inch of her skin, spending extra time on her pussy. He enjoyed her gasps as he rubbed the wet bar teasingly along her folds. 

Then, when they were both slickly lathered up and aroused to a fever pitch, he picked her up and dropped her ass on the counter, her legs spread wide, one foot propped on the soap alcove to display her pink pussy openly. As he pushed into her soaked cunt, the shower spray washed the lather off of them, not that Steph noticed anything beyond Bruce working himself between her thighs. She giggled when she realized he was efficiently scrubbing her off with a loofah as he serviced her.

It was the first time she had ever been fucked standing up, and she let herself be smeared blissfully against the shower wall, water streaming down her body, as Bruce’s hips rutted against hers until he was entirely fitted inside her cunt.

“I could keep fucking you forever,” Bruce growled, twisting his hips to shift his prick inside her clenching pussy. “How’s this?”

At first Steph couldn’t answer. She was grinding herself downward to envelope his cock, letting her stretched pussy suck as it as she hunched up and down for more of him. “Tha… ahh, that’s so good… suck my tits, Brucie… fuck me and suck me… do it all, don’t ever stop, ohhhh!”

Shoving one teat up to his face, she jammed a stiff nipple into his mouth and suddenly he was sucking it hungrily, Steph feeling as if she were melting around his pistoning cock.

For what seemed like a euphoric infinity they fucked like that, with Bruce’s mouth fastened on her freshly cleaned breast, while she rode his thrusts in the warm shower spray, pleasuring herself to a frenzy. They came together, a final collection of surges that had Steph crying out, Bruce groaning. He bit down on her nipples and shot into her with long, hard strokes.

“Annnhh!”

No longer even feeling the water coursing over her, Steph slanted down to take every drop of cum he would give her. Then, when she had it all in her pussy and his shrinking election slipped free of her, Steph laughed hoarsely. “Good clean fun.”

Bruce gave them one last rinse with the showerhead attached to a hose, then they stepped out of the shower and dried off. Leaving the bathroom with their damp towels left in the hamper, Steph was surprised to see Zatanna sitting on the foot of the bed. Bruce, of course, acted as if he’d been expecting this all along. His cock hang bare between his thighs, not erect but seeming far from limp. Even soft, it was threateningly large and firm, and Zatanna’s eyes darted to it even as she took in Steph’s nude body and flushed skin. Even with Bruce having washed her off as impeccably as he did everything else, it was obvious how blissfully satisfied she was.

So Zatanna asking “Having fun?” was either her being polite, or just a bitch.

“I can’t speak for the lady,” Bruce said, walking nonchalantly to retrieve his uniform, “but I found it an invigorating workout.”

“Jerk,” Steph said, giving him the finger playfully as she went to get fresh clothes from her dresser. She was far too afterglow-y to care if Zatanna saw her taint or anything. When Bruce glanced at her, she quickly hid the gesture.

Bruce had noted his costume’s location before, but he smiled gratifyingly to find that Steph had taken the trouble to wash the undergarments he wore beneath his costume. If Alfred’s not careful, he’ll find himself out of a job.

“So why’d you call me?” Zatanna asked, crossing her legs. “Blondie can’t reach high enough to scrub your back?”

Bruce spoke over Steph’s vigorous attempts to defend herself. “There are portals all over the city letting out monsters from Greek mythology. We need to close them.”

“Greek magic, huh?” For the first time since the conversation had begun, Zatanna stopped eying Bruce’s abs, mentally running through what she knew of Circe and her brand of magic. It would certainly hold true for whoever was doing this. “Most of the Greek monsters are trapped in Hades. If they’re getting out of there, then the portals are being opened by Greek gods. I can’t do anything about those. But if there are portals opened by mortal worshippers—cultists and losers like that—I can shut them.”

“Every little bit helps,” Bruce said, drawing his cowl up over his head as he finished dressing. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Steph cheered.

“You’re not coming with,” Bruce told her, and expecting to be obeyed, he whipped around to leave with Zatanna.

Steph flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. “Thank God,” she said, holding her groin. Fucking Bruce was fun, but she always felt like she’d had a herd of elephants run through her by the time they were done. 

***

The fight wasn’t going well. Diana and Dinah had arrived to confront Cheetah, and between the two of them should’ve taken her with something like ease, but her power had grown exponentially. She shrugged off Dinah’s Canary Cry. Diana could still trade blows with her, but Cheetah was more resilient, faster, and Dinah proved a handicap. If Diana didn’t protect her, a single landed blow from Cheetah would’ve ripped the Black Canary apart.

She had just dived to intercept a pounce from Cheetah. It deflected Cheetah’s path to keep her from impacting Dinah like an eighteen-wheeler, but seeing she had Diana in her clutches, Cheetah kicked at the ground and charged Diana through acres of trees, carrying them both out of the wooded area surrounding the village and out into the savannah. Diana landed with Cheetah on top of her, painting a long divot in the earth before they came to a stop. She sent a knee-strike into Cheetah and kicked her off, then rebounded to her feet. 

Diana heard Dinah’s panting voice coming over her communicator. Logically, Dinah was going for the sky-cycle that T’Challa had gifted them to carry them into battle. “Stop trying to protect me. I can handle myself.”

Diana looked around at the tall grass. Cheetah had vanished; she was quite literally in her element. “She’s as strong as Superman and fast as the Flash. If she hits you, you’re dead.”

“If she hits me,” Dinah replied. In the distance, Diana could pick up her sky-cycle taking flight, carrying her over the trees towards Diana.

Diana heard the grass rustle to her left. She swung, crossing her bracers together, and when Cheetah pounced, she was able to shield herself from Cheetah’s glinting claws. Cheetah still knocked Diana off her feet with the weight of her body striking her, but as Diana fell, she spun around in a crouch, leg whipping out to sweep Cheetah’s feet out from under her. With a yowl, Cheetah impacted on her side, and Diana threw herself on her, trying to get her into a wrestling hold while she had her downed. But she had forgotten about Cheetah’s prehensile tail, which coiled around her neck and flicked her away as rapidly as a scorpion’s stinger would strike.

Diana flew through the air, unable to control her flight with her powers before she impacted a mountainous boulder set into the earth. It exploded with the impact, chunks of rock hurtling through the air, and one hit an arriving Dinah on her flying sky-cycle. She was thrown from her vehicle, landing nearby Diana just as another stone rumbled over her legs. Both of them ended up trapped, buried under small hills of shattered rock and mounded gravel.

Funnily, though, Diana could still hear the sky-cycle buzzing through the air…

Cheetah stalked toward them on all fours, tail flicking behind her like a whip ready to deliver a scrounging. 

The buzzing of the sky-cycle intensified, and Diana looked up to see one swooping down from the sky, Tom piloting it, Elissa firing from a dart-gun. Cheetah took three darts in the back; she snatched up some of the rocky debris from the ground, but by then the sky-cycle had pulled out of its dive and easily dodged the missiles.

Then, to Diana’s disbelief, Cheetah pitched over and slumped to the ground unconscious, her tail twitching in scythes back and forth.

Tom and Elissa’s sky-cycle landed nearby, the two of them running out—Tom to help out Dinah, Elissa to Diana. By then, Diana was already tossing aside the rocks she was buried under, not that she didn’t welcome Elissa’s help.

“I know you told us to stay behind—“

“Just so long as you’re here,” Diana said, standing up and shaking off the last of the gravel. “But how’d you find a tranquilizer potent enough to stop Minerva?”

“We figured that if she was taking on the powers of the gods, like the people in Gotham, then she’d be vulnerable to moly. So, we asked T’Challa if he had any…”

Of course, he would have some. Diana went to help Dinah up. “Well, I suppose it was worth a shot,” she said warmly.

After checking to make sure Dinah could walk, Diana tied Cheetah up in her lasso so tightly that even her tail wouldn’t be a problem. Then they went to find the oracle. 

***

After closing down six portals, Bruce and Zatanna found the seventh in Gotham Heights. The manor house it was inside of might once have been as stately as Wayne Manor, but now it was creaky and decrepit, damaged during the quake and abandoned afterward. Not that it hadn’t been decaying before then. Bruce kept on alert as he led Zatanna down to the basement, where she sensed the concentration of mystical energies. In Gotham, danger could come in a sunny park as easily as a dark alley—but Bruce also knew the city wouldn’t pass up a chance to have a place like this prove just as threatening as it looked. 

“This portal’s energies are stronger than the others,” Zatanna said. “It’s like they were leaks letting water out, and with this the only one open, all the water pressure is focused here.”

“I’m not sure that’s how water works,” Bruce told her.

“How would you know? Don’t you always drink Gatorade and ginger ale?”

“Sometimes coffee.”

Zatanna stepped out of her high heels. “The portal won’t respond to my usual magicks. I’ll have to be sky-clad to perform the ritual. Mind if I leave my hat on?” she asked, shucking off her jacket.

“By all means,” Bruce said.

Bruce and Zatanna had known each other a long time, almost as long as he’d known Elizabeth. Although it was one of his first, their relationship hadn’t worked out, but they’d still enjoyed each other on numerous occasions despite not being officially together. Zatanna’s body presented no surprises to Bruce as she unbuttoned her corset and rolled down her fishnet stockings, except for his usual amazement for how assiduously she was maintaining her fit body (despite her magical powers making her physical prowess largely irrelevant). And, of course, even for a man of Bruce’s memory, he never seemed to recall just how beautiful Zatanna was.

She performed the ritual naked, kneeling down before the chalk circle she had drawn to direct her spellwork. Bruce enjoyed the sight, but kept an eye open for any last-minute surprises. He was coming around, now thinking that there wouldn’t be anything. He trusted Zatanna. For all her showmanship, she was a consummate professional when lives were in danger. And he knew enough about magic to know that she didn’t need to be nude for this.

She finished. There were no fireworks, no chorusing sounds. The magical world was entirely nonphysical; Bruce experienced the change only as a popping in his ears, like he was in an ascending airplane, and he knew that was only how his consciousness could best comprehend a metaphysical shift in energy. He wondered idly how a woman of Zatanna’s vision experienced the change. Then he realized that if the situation she’d arranged was anything to go by, that it had made her horny as hell.

“I’ve depleted my power,” she said, turned away from him in sly display of her well-rounded ass. “I need to recharge.”

“I’d be happy to help,” Bruce said wryly.

“I need an infusion of male essence to stimulate the renewal of my feminine mystique.” Zatanna turned at the waist. Dressed only in her top hat, she resembled a pin-up model in how she posed for him, her glamorous smile only enhancing the resemblance. “Got any on you?”

Zatanna presented an erotic picture to him and he stared with pleasure, his cock straining as her saw her creamy thighs, her swelling breasts, and her shapely buttocks, the top hat she had on adding an insouciant note to the raw physical appeal of her naked body.

Bruce yanked his zipper down, his cock arching up to throb with eagerness in the open air. He gave it a few quick strokes to lather up precum in his slit as he walked toward her. Then he laid its heft down on her shoulder. Zatanna bit her lip as she felt him there, leaving a blurry trail of dampness over the hair that fell down to her creamy shoulder. She smiled up at him, taking his cock in her hand and pulling it so Bruce stepped in front of her, his knob dripping more precum onto her heaving breasts. 

“That male essence smells very good,” Zatanna murmured. “But I’m going to need a lot more of it.”

“Need?” Bruce asked as she drew his slippery, dripping knob along the line of her jaw, Zatanna teasing him with her warm breath down his shaft. “I don’t think you needed to be sky-clad to begin with. But if you want my cock, all you had to do was ask.”

“The World’s Greatest Detective,” Zatanna muttered, both disgruntled and amused. “You really take the fun out of life, you know that?”

“I think we have a lot of fun together,” Bruce said, his cock giving a massive throb as he emphasized ‘a lot’.

“Must be why I put up with you. That, and I’m kind of hot.”

“Seems to me like you’re boiling.”

Zatanna uncrossed her legs and pushed them out in front of her as she laid down on her back, offering her bare feet up to him. “Then do something about it, Bruce. Or should I put the fishnets back on?”

“Who has that kind of time?” Bruce asked wryly. “This is an emergency.”

Zatanna replied with a laugh as Bruce knelt down and took her feet in hand. He pulled her by the ankles closed to him, then ran his tongue up her leg, past the knee, his stubbled jaw burning the inside of her satiny thigh as he got closer and closer to her groin, stopping with a brisk kiss to a pulse point on her inner thigh, the nose of his cowl poking sharply above it. The mingled pain and pleasure clenched the lips of Zatanna’s pussy, and Bruce smiled with dark amusement as he saw how her sex gleamed with arousal.

“Should I bother with foreplay, or is just the thought of it getting you wet?”

“Depends on how you like my taste,” Zatanna answered.

“It’s an old favorite,” he said, burying his face in her crotch, his hot lips kissing at her gateway, his tongue licking the moisture up from her perineum to the bottom of her slit.

Zatanna gurgled softly as she lifted her hips to meet his arching tongue. “Ohhh, it gets better with age!” she mewled as she grinded herself into his hungry mouth.

She felt his tongue pushing inside her as he licked up and down the hill of her pubic mound, the heat of his tongue pushing inside her even as he didn’t quite penetrate her narrow opening. Slow waves of orgasmic satisfaction started shaking inside of her, her whole body primed to enjoy the pleasure he was delivering. Zatanna squeezed her breasts together, gazing down to meet Bruce’s burning eyes as he tongued her clitoris out from its hood. He got it between his lips and sucked on it delicately, making Zatanna whimper with need.

Bruce ran his hands underneath her bare ass, lifting her pussy higher up. His fingers squeezed at the shapely buttocks while his tongue raced up and down her wet lips, never giving her an entry to clench on as Zatanna so desperately desired, but sending fire through her writhing body all the same. She moaned softly as his efforts burned hotter inside her cunt, feeling like a magic all its own. 

The way he tightened his grip on her ass increased her excitement, making her all the more tender, his tongue reaping pleasure from her as it moved up and down her tight, yearning folds. Her anticipation was growing, trembling inside her—she could barely stand this, so how would she take it when he was inside her?

“You’re making me come, Bruce!” she whimpered thickly. “My cunt is… doing everything you want. I love the way you lick my pussy, Bruce! Ohhhh! You know just what to do with this cunt!”

Although the throbbing clenches she felt were not as mind-shatteringly strong as a real orgasm, they were as delicious as any woman could ask for. While throbbing at the tip of his tongue, she grabbed onto the horns of Bruce’s cowl and urged him to slide up her delectably presented body, all the more arousing now that it was flushed feverishly, covered in a sheen of sweat. He crawled on all fours up over her, his throbbing cock trailing up her thighs, settling heavily against her pussy as Zatanna kissed him. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she tasted her cunt on it, and was reminded of the occasions on which one of the benefits of being friends with Bruce was having sex with Diana as well. It was a testament to Bruce’s skill that Zatanna had no idea who was better at eating her out; she dissolved into mindless ecstasy long before a distinction could be made.

Fisting a handful of his cape, she pulled at him again. “Fuck my tits, Bruce,” she murmured. “I want to feel your cock between them.”

Even the Batman couldn’t argue with that. He drew himself up, spreading his knees to either side of her torso. Her eyes glassy, Zatanna watched him offer her his cock. She took it in her hand and ran it along the curves of her cleavage, smearing his dripping seed all over herself. She pressed a nipple against the hole, watching a bead of precum break over it and anoint her areola. The afterglow of her miniature orgasm seemed to elongate and heighten as she rubbed his smooth knob over her tits, finally holding it between them, watching the cockhead strain toward her face.

“My tits are your fucking sex toy, Bruce,” she whispered in a thick voice. “Your cock feels so good between them; I want you to fuck them for me. I want you to get off from just my big, beautiful tits!”

Bruce began to work himself back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her breasts as she held them together for him. They both watched his prick travel through her cleavage, both of them beginning to breathe heavier.

Zatanna mewled with delight, feeling the throbbing hardness of his cock grow into a dull roar. She pushed her breasts more tightly together, trapping his thrusting cock in the soft cushions of her bosom, letting herself feel every throb as Bruce stroked back and forth. Her tits were becoming warm and slippery from the precum dripping out of him and being rubbed into her creamy flesh by his thrusting. The impromptu massage of it only delighted Zatanna further.

“You like my tits, Bruce?” she whispered up to him. “Do they feel good on your cock?”

“You know they do,” he grunted in reply, his eyes tightly closed as his growing erection pushed almost painfully through her firm breasts. “You have hot tits, Zee.”

“They’re supposed to be hot,” she sighed pleasurably. “They’re as hot as my cunt, and I want you to fuck them like my cunt. Fuck my tits, baby! I want to remember how your hard cock feels inside them forever!”

Zatanna held his prick tightly between the hills of her breasts. As he fucked them, his swollen knob touched Zatanna’s chin. Lewdly giggling, Zatanna tucked her head and found she could stick her tongue out to lap at Bruce’s cockhead as it neared her. The contact excited both of them, and every time Bruce rutted through her cleavage, Zatanna licked his glans. The slippery taste of his precum thrilled her, and she found herself massaging her breasts in her hands as she tried desperately to hold them closer together.

Bruce shoved his hands behind her head, knocking her top hat away as he lifted her face. Zatanna opened her lips and allowed him to shove his hard cock into her mouth. She sucked it for a moment, before he pulled it away and returned to titfucking her. But he’d barely spread her own saliva on the inside curves of her breasts before he returned to fucking her mouth. She gurgled with heated bliss, her tongue swirling on his shaft for the short period it was between her lips.

Bruce breathed hotter and faster, his eyes glazing over beneath his cowl. She felt his balls as they dragged across her stomach, bloating and becoming tight as the same time. The thrusts of his prick between her breasts became more insistent, the speed burning her skin. She smothered his stroking cock between her breasts, knowing she would have his cum soon. Bruce didn’t use her mouth anymore as his cum boiled in his huge balls, though Zatanna’s mouth still gaped open achingly from how he had fucked it before. He concentrated on her pendulous breasts, and Zatanna was content to have him fucking those. But she kept her chin tucked down, lips parted, eyes burning on his cockhead as she waited for the slit to flare and his cum to be hers.

The characteristically quiet Bruce was moaning loudly now, and Zatanna stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, her chin lowered very far. Bruce plunged his cock in and out wildly, its length jerking and throbbing so hard she could feel its vibrations all though her cleavage. Zatanna gaped her mouth wider, anticipating the arrival of his sweet, thick semen.

It finally came.

A warm flood of white seed erupted from Bruce’s cock. She felt it gush between her breasts and over her neck, her chin, but almost all of it landed either on her outstretched tongue or inside her open mouth. Zatanna found it impossible to either close her mouth and deny herself more cum or to swallow with her jaw hanging open. She had to wait until he finished his ejaculation, even if it caused his cum to overflow her mouth and run down into the hair puddled under her. Zatanna felt a tingle through her cunt as she thought of what a mess she’d be once he was done with her.

Bruce slumped forward and Zatanna took his member between her lips, sucking and licking with the slow eagerness of a barely restrained slut. His balls rested on her cum-soaked chin, and she let go of her tits to hold them in her hands, their heft still massive as the aftershocks of the ejaculation ran through them. She swallowed the load in her mouth in one massive gulp that left her sputtering, then mouthed his cock lovingly, massaging his balls to get the dregs of his cream into her mouth.

Finally, Bruce stood up and closed off his fly, his expression showing the pleasure she had given him, but in all other ways he was immaculate. The Batman. While Zatanna looked like she had chugged a gallon of milk, and not gotten it all into her mouth.

“That was some recharge,” Zatanna said, not bothering to even try to retrieve her clothes, or to close her thighs. Bruce enjoyed seeing her this way, and she liked gracing him with the look of her body now that he’d ravaged it. She liked the thought that he’d remember her this way, until the next time. “I think my feminine mystique might need some time to recover.”

“I’ll put you in the Batmobile,” Bruce said. “It’ll drive you back to the Cave.”

“You’d make a fortune as an Uber driver,” Zatanna said as everything went black. “Fuck the hell out of your clients, then let your tank get them where they need to go. And I’m too damn fucked to complain about anything.”

“You can do that when you wake up. A lot of my cum ended up in your hat.”

“What?” she asked, as she unthinkingly groped to put her top hat back on.

The next thing she knew, her hair was full of shampoo.

“Oh Jesus Christ!” Zatanna swore, the warm feeling dousing her scalp waking her right back up again. “I really do need to sleep after all that magic shit! It’s the cycles of the moon—I can’t recharge if I don’t sleep and dream and wake back up. But how am I supposed to get to sleep like this?”

Bruce undid his fly again. “It’ll take a while for the Batmobile to get here.”

Despite having just had him in her mouth, in her throat, Zatanna was shocked by the size of his member all over again, even soft. “Bruce, I have a full fucking stomach now. You’re going to get hard again after all that?”

Bruce almost half-grinned. “I just have to think of you wearing fishnets again.”

Zatanna felt herself burning as his eyes traced down her body. He eyed the seven ribs that showed slightly along her taut abdomen, the precise little navel, the gleaming wet pubic hair… and then he was down over her, his cape spread behind him covering his kneeling body, making him look like a shadow made flesh. He tongued her clit. His lips covered the hole that his cock was going to enter.

“AAIIEE! OHH, GODDDD!”

Bruce held onto the firm cheeks of her ass, but he had a hard time doing it. Zatanna was shoving her pussy onto her tongue, bouncing her ass against the floor. Bruce licked up to her clit, then down to her anus, gathering her abundant juices from her pussy and spreading them over her asshole.

“OHHH! SHEEIT! My clit! My cunt! Jesus, Bruce! AAH!”

He gave her another cleaning, scouring her with his tongue from her clit to her pussy to her asshole. Then again. Clit to cunt to asshole. Like a ritual. Like a rhythm. Zatanna could feel all three longing to be touched. Then there was silence, pregnant and full.

“I’m going to make you come,” Bruce said calmly. “And when you do, it’s going to be as my bitch. You’re going to come, hard and fast, because I wanted you to. And right now, you do whatever I want you to.”

Zatanna looked up at him, smoldering, unable to summon up the incensed feeling she should’ve had at his coolly provocative words. With any other man she could be assertive, independent, strong-willed; with Bruce, she just came.

He picked her up and thrust her against a wall, sending up a cloud of dust from its decrepitude. His cock was in front of him, between them, exposed and hard and ready to fuck her. He pinned her to the wall and it was in her cunt.

“OHHHHH—GAWD! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do what you fucking promised!”

Bruce slammed himself into her eager pussy, its lips smoothly opening for his manhood as he rammed it into her. And Zatanna canted her hips toward him, eager to take his shaft inside.

“AHHHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME WITH YOUR—wait, Bruce, no! I’ve never been fucked in the ass before!”

“My bitch,” Bruce said, “does whatever my cock wants her to do. Right now, she opens.”

Zatanna’s face was covered with sweat. A shudder went through her body, seeming to dislodge fresh dollops of cum from her hat. They ran down her face and dripped on her shoulders, her breasts. Bruce ignored them. He wasn’t interested in her face, her body—just in her ass. Her anus felt bruised as his cockhead banged against it, trying to use her rectum like it was as wet and slippery as her pussy.

“I can’t do it! I can’t take your cock in my ass! It won’t fit! You’re too big!”

“Then we’ll just make your ass bigger.” And he lunged, up and inside of her. Zatanna clawed at the wall behind her, trying to lift herself away from his penetration, but her sweaty body slipped out from under her and she toppled against the peeling wallpaper, slamming down on Bruce’s upthrust prick.

“AAAAAAAAHHH! MY ASS! Oh God! You’re fucking my ass!”

Bruce was sweating just as hard as Zatanna now as he shoved himself all the way into her crinkled asshole. Zatanna’s eyes rolled back into her head; she was close to fainting. Her anus burned as Bruce made it into his personal fuckhole.

He took hold of her bare legs, hanging limply to either side of his hips were they parted her thighs. He lifted her legs up, folding them against Zatanna’s chest so she was bent in half, her asshole better exposed to him. He had withdrawn from it several inches, leaving only the fat cockhead still embedded inside her. Bruce grunted, finding it hard to believe how tightly Zatanna was gripping his cock. Every time she moved, her anus would squirm around his penetration of her.

“Don’t… don’t stop… put it back in, please. Finish what you started!”

Bruce smiled as he shoved all the way into her ass again. He felt his balls slap against the wall behind her as Zatanna screamed, feeling all of him, and only tangentially able to enjoy how fucked she was.

He kept pistoning in and out of her ass, sodomizing her until he couldn’t feel his balls banging against the wall anymore. They had drawn up tightly to his groin.

Zatanna felt her anus become even more tender, the sensation rushing her onto a new plateau of pleasure as she realized Bruce was going to come in her ass. Come even harder than he had in her mouth. With all the magic she was about to receive, she might be able to throw out her wand.

“I’m COMING!” Bruce gritted out, staring Zatanna in the eye as he ravaged her ass, knowing exactly how much she could take.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” Zatanna moaned. “How much fucking cum do you have in there!?”

“As much as you give me!” Bruce cried, his seed rushing out of his cock. Zatanna’s jaw dropped as she felt him inside her, really felt him in her ass, and knew he had marked it for all time. She could feel his erection tightly outlined inside the taut muscle of her rectum, his seed filling her in spurts and gushes, and the throbbing his ever-present arousal.

“NNNNNNNH! My ass! My ass, Bruce! Oh God! It’s never going to feel the same again!”

“I like the way it feels now,” Bruce said, giving one last little spurt, then collapsing against Zatanna’s heaving body, his stubble scraping against her arm, while his gloved hands came away from her ankles to let her legs trail limply down to the ground. “Are you done being my bitch, Zee? Or do you think you’d like to stay on?”

Zatanna snored. Apparently his sleeping aid had been more potent than he realized. Bruce pulled out of her, setting her down on her unsteady feet, and Zatanna leaned precariously against the wall. Its boards creaked threateningly. Bruce supposed nearly fucking Zatanna through the wood had done it no favors.

He slapped Zatanna’s ass, and she either clenched or unclenched, because a drip of cum started out of her ass. Barely awake, she laid down on the ground and immediately returned to sleep.

Bruce noted that she slept on her belly, her ass up in the air. Still dripping semen. He thought it would be trickling out for quite some time.