Gotham Among Other Gods update

Bruce came to an hour later, as his ineffable sense of time told him. However, he didn’t recall getting to Stephanie Brown’s apartment, though that was clearly where he was. The poison must’ve taken its toll.

He sat up heavily, realizing only then that he was jostling Stephanie from his chest. At twenty-two years of age, Steph had become his intern assistant, working with him when she wasn’t at Gotham University. She had a pleasantly moony face, with soft blue eyes and curling blonde hair that ran down to the first curves of her lean, limber body. She was slim, petite, wearing purple panties and a gray belly shirt that she evidently slept in. Both showed off copious amounts of her creamy pale flesh. Her slackly sleeping face formed into a sunny expression as she looked up at him.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re awake.”

Bruce realized that he was out of uniform. He’d been stripped down to the pants of his costume, his ribs taped, and laid down on the single bed Steph kept in her apartment. It was barely big enough for his bulky form, and Steph was nestled off into the margin, one leg thrown over his lap and her arms wrapped around his neck so that she could share the space.

“You were poisoned,” Steph continued. “I called Alfred, he told me how to hook you up to that auto-medical-kid you gave me. And he said you would have to sleep it off.”

Bruce shook his head and the fuzzy throbbing inside it stopped. “True enough. But what are you doing in bed with me?”

Steph shrugged and her smile got wider. “It was really late, dude. I only have the one bed.”

“I should raise your salary.”

“Yes, you should. And I should take that as a thank you…?”

Bruce started to sit up, but Steph pressed him down with surprising force. Or perhaps it was just that he was weak. He definitely didn’t feel as if he had woken up all the way up yet.

“I was kidding,” Steph said. “I want a proper thank you.”

“Is that what you want?” Bruce asked her. He grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it upwards, Steph ducking her head to let it come off her. Her breasts, freed from the cloth, sprang out. They weren’t as large as some of his wives, but they were full and bountiful for her slight frame, making them appear bigger than they really were—and in any case, they fit perfectly into his hands.

The blonde reached down, pushed away her panties, and wiggled the rest of the way out of them. Bruce’s hand dipped between her open thighs. A startled gasp rose from Steph when his fingers entwined in the richest mound of pubic hair he’d yet felt.

Through the hunger and embarrassment mingling inside her, Steph had to laugh at Bruce’s amazed expression. The sound came out husky with need. “Wha… what’s the matter, babe? Haven’t you ever felt a girl’s vajayjay before?”

Bruce was storing down at the thickest, most luxurious bush he’d ever seen. It covered her sex completely. His fingers, immersed in her soft downy hair, were almost hidden in the fleece. He supposed it’d been a while since he’d last attended to her—and she’d let her hair go without ‘maintenance’ as a way of underscoring that point. He could see he’d have to be particularly ‘thankful’ with her.

“Damn,” Bruce muttered, his mouth twitching into a pleased grin. “I thought I had, until now. You must really have something worth hiding down there.”

“Who says it’s hiding?” Steph asked him.

“Too bad about the bed,” Bruce said. “Not enough room.”

Still holding Steph by the groin, he gave her a push there and she slid off the bed onto the floor. Steph let out an oof and Bruce sidled off the bed after her, landing poised on all fours above her.

“Jerk! I bruise easily,” Steph said.

“You picked a bad line of work, then.”

“I have less scars than you, genius.”

“I wasn’t talking about being a vigilante.” He kissed her roughly, Steph moaning as his lips seemed to demand more and more and more from her. “I was talking about you being a little whore.”

“’m not a whore,” Steph muttered with her kiss-swollen lips, moving dreamily to kiss him again, but Bruce turned his head and only let her peck at her jawline.

“Then why do you want me to fuck you so bad?”

“I don’t,” Steph protested, coming out of her fugue state in response to his teasing. “I just want you to be polite.”

“Is that what I can feel dripping out of your cunt? How much you want me to be polite?”

“Oh shit!” Steph gasped, feeling his fingers pet through her muff again. Sweep up her pubis and leave her to go to his codpiece, which he unzipped briskly. He rearranged himself and his half-hard erection fell out, slapping against her lower belly. Steph let out an eek like a girl watching a monster movie.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Bruce ordered. “Say the words.”

“I want… you… to fuck me!”

Bruce was unrelenting, seeing how she shivered at hearing his domineering words. “Right here, right now, on the floor! You want me to fuck your brains out right here on the floor, tell me, Steph!”

“I want you to fuck me on the floor… want you to fuck my brains out right now! Right here on the goddamn floor!” She was moaning helplessly now, her voice low and drawn with need.

Then Bruce was nestling against her, entwining her body with his as the two of them collapsed into the softness of the rug, side by side. Steph could no longer care about anything but Bruce and his muscles, his musky smell, his overpowering manner, and most of all his lust-hardened cock pressing tightly to her naked body. 

Bruce burned her with hot kisses, covering her face, her throat, going down into the valley of her breasts. His hands moved over her smoothly rounded buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh with a greedy hunger. 

Steph breathed harshly into his ear, her breaths coming hot and sweet and tasting of his adrenaline. Her tongue flicked out to dance along his earlobe, then slip inside to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hands dropped down between their tightly clasped bodies, finding the granite hardness of his erection, and as she squeezed it, his mouth covered hers again. 

Their tongues rolled together, as if trying to blend into one, and her body crashed against the full length of his, grinding her naked sex into his hard body. Completely lost in her passion, she twisted onto her back, threw open her legs, cunt spreading apart with glimmers of her warm liquid desire inside. She pulled him down on top of her, ready to be fucked within an inch of her life.

Her hands ran rampant up and down Bruce’s body, tracing the broadness of his shoulders, the hard muscles of his back, the firm ass, exploring all of his chiseled musculature with hungry abandon. His cock throbbed between her thighs, leaking precum onto the curve of her leg. It mingled with her own seeping juices.

Steph reached under her upturned buttocks with both hands and pulled her naked labia slowly apart to give his cock more contact with her moist, tender flesh. It slipped off her thigh to lay fully in her warm, wet crevice, the knob pushing deliciously against her stinging clit. Then Steph relaxed her grip, his rigid manhood trapped at the gates of her pussy.

With a little shake of her head, Steph threw a lock of her mussed hair over one eye, staring at him sultrily. “Fuck me, daddy,” she said in a husky voice, surprisingly tempting for one so young, speaking of experience she didn’t yet have. “Fuck this twenty-two-year-old pussy. You know how young it is—fresh and new—I’m practically a virgin. You’ve fucked all your other women more than me. I want you to even the score. You’re right, I am a whore, and I want to be just as big a whore as all your other wives.”

Ignoring the jibe, knowing that the big-mouthed Steph didn’t mean anything by it, Bruce forced his hands down around her, between her body and the floor. He ran them down over the soft curves of her back to the fullness of her hips, harsh groaning coming from his throat. The raised ridges of her spine seemed to tingle against his palms as she undulated her body against him in a slow, needing rhythm—her disarrayed hair now covering her face in a way more silly than seductive. 

The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under her fair skin, the tenseness of her corded thighs pressed against the sides of his hips, and he couldn’t help but anticipate how they would grip him when he buried his pistoning cock deep inside her hot little cunt.

Bruce pushed his hands down further under Steph, cupping her ripe buttocks in the palms of his sweaty hands, pulling her crotch hard against his body. He rocked himself up and down against her warm slit, sensing it growing wetter and wetter as Steph’s desire seethed out of her. Her loins began a warm, desperate rotation up against him until her legs snaked out on either side, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling Bruce tightly against her.

“Ooooh, God! Fuck me!” she cried out in wild need. “Fuck me, Bruce, give it to me! Give me your cock!”

Bruce thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding against his, her hands between their bodies, circling his throbbing erection to guide it inside of her greedily throbbing pussy. Bruce groaned heatedly as she moved his prick up and down her cunt, parting the soft, fleecy pubic hair with his engorged knob. The pressure in his balls was excruciating. He felt like he couldn’t hold back another second. He had to fuck this sweet young blonde girl now, before he wasted his boiling cum all over her naked belly.

Gripping her golden hair in one hand, Bruce tugged on it, jerking Steph’s head back into the carpet with a muffled thud. She groaned, but then looked up at him adoringly. One of many delightful discoveries Bruce had made about the young woman was that she was naturally submissive, and craved a domineering touch just as much as she used sarcasm and insults in her daily life.

“Hold still,” Bruce told her, getting a lustful whimper from Steph as she complied. Her ass flattened against the floor, her legs spread, his roughness arousing her to a fever pitch. He could see how much it pained her to obey him and keep still, when he’d turned her on so much she probably wanted to throw herself on top of him and do all the work himself.

But that wouldn’t be much of a thank you on his part.

Bruce flexed his hips, coursing into Steph with a sudden, heavily driving thrust. It shoved his rock-hard length deep into her hungry cunt, driving it home with a painful intensity that ended with his balls smacking harshly against the nakedness of her upturned ass.

“Uuuuuaaahhhh!” Steph screamed underneath him.

Bruce felt her sex slip wetly, hotly around his pounding manhood, consuming him as he filled her to the limit, her lushly wet inner folds lubricating his way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his cockhead ramming into the narrowness of her depths.

“Oooohhhh!” Steph howled again, painfully aroused, tears coming to her eyes as she looked up at him thankfully. She displayed a lopsided smirk as she accepted the pain of being impaled by him.

Wildly aroused, Bruce ground his pelvis into the pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into Steph’s squirming body with long, hard thrusts. She strained against him, arching her pussy up to him, lifting them both a few inches off the soft flooring. Steph moaned and cried out desperately as his pounding, driving body worked at her. She opened and closed her legs around her hips, fucking her tightly clinging sex up and down him in a lewd pagan ritual to his hardened prick.

Steph’s mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in total ecstasy. “It’s so good, baby… ohhhh, so damn good… oh yes!”

Bruce reached under her, between her clenching buttocks, and pulled her hips even closer to his, driving his manhood even deeper into the hot moistness of her sex. He stretched the cheeks of her ass wide open, and then ran his middle finger into the crevice, finding her quivering little anus with the tip of his finger. Her arousal was running down the vale of her ass from his pistoning cock pumping into her. It wetted her tightly puckered grommet, and he rubbed it into her asshole more to make sure it was well-lubricated. Then he probed into her with his middle finger, hard, feeling the anal opening resist his pressure, then give in completely. 

He slid into her up to the first knuckle, her tightened elasticity slowly yielding to his thrust. Feeling the sudden lancing shock of his finger being inserted into her rectum, Steph jerked her body upward to crash into his with a wet slap. Bruce thrust down into her, forcing her back onto his finger as his cock sped into her depths. And she was screaming, saying “Aaahhhh, it hurts! It hurts! But it feels so goooodddddd!”

He pushed his middle finger deeper, sinking his second knuckle into her warm, dark passage.

“Oooohhh, it hurts… daddy, it hurts so niiiiccceeeee!”

Even as she moaned in pain, Bruce felt Steph screwing her little ass back down on his penetrating finger, sinking her butt all the way down into the palm of his hand. He wiggled his finger around inside her burning tightness, causing another outcry of pained intensity, her eyes meeting his with wild sexual delight. With Steph impaled on his finger, he could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two orifices, and detect the underside of his throbbing erection as it pistoned in and out of her wet, hot pussy. He timed the strokes of his finger with his own driving lunges, stuffing full both Steph’s tiny anus and her considerably expanded sex. 

Steph groaned wildly as she was filled, and he could feel his cock swelling and pulsating inside her until it felt as if it would explode in a final decisive release of the exquisite pressure in his balls. He had to come soon, he had to, he needed to. If he didn’t come inside Steph’s sweet pussy, filling her with his white-hot seed, he would go out of his mind. Christ, she had a nice cunt—the immature sorority girl was showing every willingness to learn, becoming one of the best fucks he’d ever had. He would have to reward her for that.

“Unnnnnn!” Steph moaned, her face turning red as she almost grew used to holding so much of him inside her, “you can’t beat the real thing! I don’t care if your dick—mmmm!—doesn’t vibrate like my rabbit, Bruce… it’s sooooo big and hot and full of cum, oooooooh!”

Aside from a small grin, Bruce seemed to ignore her, continuing to fuck deep and hard into her slippery pussy and her devouring ass, his middle finger snaking further and further up her rectum. She shared a smile with her, and dropped her jaw to say more when an orgasm rendered speech impossible. She started screaming and moaning beneath him now, her sweat-slick body becoming a frenzy of wild motion and pleasure as she strained for another climax.

Bruce wanted her to come too, at the same time he did, filling her cunt with his burning seed as it clenched in orgasm. He fucked into her widely spread sex even harder, moving in time with his finger skewering into the humid depths of her ass. 

Steph clasped her thighs tightly around him, gripping him desperately, although her hold on him quivered and shook with every long, hard thrust he took into her. He could tell Steph was hotly aroused, approaching her climax almost fearful of its intensity. Steph bit her lip and looked up at him, eyes pleading for reassurance. He bent to her, kissing her quickly, and continued the merciless onslaught of his cock and his finger pumping into her.

Steph found her voice, even as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Aggghhhh! Fuck my pussy, fuck it, that’s it, daddy, fuck me, fuck me haaarrrdddd!” She continued to chant her encouragement over and over, drawing each word out as her orgasm built and built, spurring Bruce onto greater heights with her obscene demands. “Daddy, daddy, make me come! I’m a good girl, I deserve cock, I need to be full of cum!”

Her heels pounded with rhythmic tempo on his back as his pounding lunges into her jackknifed her knees all the way back to her jiggling breasts, offering Bruce full access to her splayed cunt. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk’s, her face contorted with need as she desperately gave herself to Bruce in hopes of achieving her promised release. 

“Need cum, need your cum, need cuuu-uuu-uuum!” she quaked, shaken like a martini by his thrusts into her, and ending up about as liquid. Then all at once she went rigid, suddenly howling “It’s there… oh God, it’s there! My pussy’s coming… I’m commmmiinnngg!”

The words burst out of her like a dam giving way, driven from her clenching body in a low banshee wail that almost pierced Bruce’s eardrums. She pulled her knees back tighter against her quivering breasts until the whole of her pussy was offered up to the deep lunges of his cock. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath Bruce in a wild, uninhibited dance, screaming out her enjoyment of him and his deeply fucking prick.

Bruce felt her warmly gushing juices seethe and flow around the impalement of his cock as he battered her tiny body with his own, Steph fiercely locking herself up against him and his skewering prick with all the power left in her, as her cunt spasmed convulsively along his rippling length.

And then the great swirl of heat that was growing, growing in his scrotum became unbearable and Bruce gasped tightly and let the hot pounding load inside him start its frenzied rush from his engorged scrotum to his flaring cockhead. He spewed hot, thick ropes of cum into her greedily sucking pussy in a never-ending river, emptying his very strength deep, deep inside of her deliciously lusting depths. 

An eternity later, Bruce moaned with the final droplet of his release, and then his cock stopped pounding while staying very, very hard. He withdrew it slowly, with a soft, wetly hissing noise that could’ve been Steph’s pussy or Steph herself, and his length trailed gossamer strands of sperm along Steph’s rippling belly as he rolled off of her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing out in exhausted satisfaction.

A long moment passed and Bruce said quietly, “That was wonderful, Stephanie. It really was something.” Then he smiled. “Aren’t you going to say ‘you’re welcome’?”

Looking over at Steph lying there, completely motionless, her deep breaths speaking of her fulfillment, he could see the sex had taken even more out of her than it had out of him. Reaching over with a large hand, he turned her small body so that she was nestled against him, and Steph sighed happily as she snuggled into her warmth.

“I am,” she said distantly, “going to have rug burns for a week.”

Bruce reached down to lovingly pat her reddened ass. Small but ripe, a little friction hadn’t done anything to diminish its curvy appeal. “It was worth it.”

“Maybe for you, gimp suit. You don’t have a summer wardrobe. I bet you don’t even go to the beach.”

“If you wear a bikini there, maybe I would.”

“Oh no! I’m already going to need lotion on my ass! The last thing I need is you leaving me with sands in places I’m happy not knowing I have places.”

Bruce grunted. “Would you rather have my dick there?”

“I’d rather have a tongue there.”

“I should introduce you to some of my wives, then. Of course, they’ll expect you to be well-behaved. Disciplined.”

Steph shuddered as another dollop of his cum ran down her thighs. It would take her a long time to get over how hard she’d been fucked. “If that was for fun, I don’t know if I could take being disciplined. I like being a naughty girl too much. I think you like me being naughty too.”

Bruce ran his fingers over her pained rear, watching Steph cringe in slight pain. “You do have a sweet little pussy—but I think your ass is much better. And I want to feel it around my cock, not my finger.”

Smoldering with renewed lust, Steph kissed his chin. “Yes, daddy,” she chimed in an airheaded Betty Boop voice. “Anything you want! Shove your big dick in my poor little asshole! Stick it in deep!”

“You joke,” Bruce said, and with lightning speed Steph was on her belly and Bruce was on top of her. He rested his throbbing member against her asshole, just as Steph realized his finger had already lubricated her and opened her up.

“Fucking tactician,” she cursed under her breath.

Bruce ignored her. “You joke, but what if I were to stop?”

And his cockhead moved away.

“No, daddy, shove it in!” Steph pleaded. “Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me hard!”

She arched her back and pressed her bottom up against his stiff cock, anxious to feel it once more.

Above her, Bruce smiled and pressed a quick kiss to the back of her neck and the sweat-damp locks that covered it. “Tell me what a good girl you are a few more times. Just to seal the deal.”

***

At long last, Bruce withdrew from her and rolled over. Steph collapsed onto her belly and laid there motionlessly, grateful when Bruce rolled her over and cupped her in his massive body, spooning with her as his cum rolled out of her ass to join that trailing from her pussy.

“You’re one hell of a lover, Bruce,” she said with a smile. “That was beautiful. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked in the ass.”

“I could tell,” answered Bruce, still panting. “You have a wonderful ass.”

Steph smiled to herself at his remark and folded her arm under her head to relax. “This is, what, the third time we’ve done this?”

“Are we counting each fuck individually, or part of a whole night?”

Steph ignored him. “And I’m already letting you in my asshole. Maybe I am a whore.”

“I happen to like whores,” Bruce said, “especially when they’re as good at is as you. My wives like them too.”

“What?”

“Batgirl,” he said with his most winning smile, “why not let me introduce you to the family? Dinah likes you, I’m sure the others would too. All I have to do is ask them. Want me to ask them?”

At that moment, Steph was not anxious to try anything. She was sore and very tired. She knew that Bruce was trying to reassure her that she wasn’t just some slut he was using, no matter how much she liked to play that game as he actually made love to her, and she didn’t want to discourage him. 

“Maybe tomorrow?” Bruce suggested.

“Not tomorrow,” Steph sighed, knowing she’d still be aching then.

“Then later on in the week?”

“Yes, Bruce. Maybe later on in the week.”

Steph closed her eyes to rest for a moment when she felt something warm and wet caressing her slit. She opened her eyes to find his hand at her crotch.

“You’re insatiable!”

“You can see how much simpler it is when I have more than one woman with me.”

Steph lay still for a moment, letting herself become aroused by the thought of it, and then she was on all fours over Bruce, hovering over his belly, staring down at his hardening cock as it glistened with the juices of her orgasmic cunt.

Her head dipped slowly down to his groin, her tongue suddenly flitting out, the tip slipping teasingly over the opening of his cockhead. A thin sheen of his last ejaculatory vestiges flowed out and was snatched up by her eagerly lapping tongue. She ran it along the expanse of his cock, down to the soft, wrinkled scrotum, where she could taste her own sweetness intermeshed with his masculine musk.

She smiled as she bent to her task, for Bruce was hardening much more rapidly now, stirring beneath her oral ministrations. And she had to admit, his lust-hardened prick was just about the most wonderful sight in the world to her.