Gotham Among Other Gods update

Kneeling behind her, Tim wedged the engorged head of his member into her tiny wet sex. Cassie was already wailing with pleasure, even before he pushed into her.

“Hnnh! Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me!” Cassie shrieked.

“You’ll live to regret asking me that,” Tim said gleefully. “I don’t fuck you long enough? Well, this time I’m going to make sure you don’t walk for a week! You’d better get used to having your legs spread, Sandsmark!”

“Yes, lover, yes!”

 

He wasn’t bluffing. Tim fucked her steadily, hard and fast and deep, bringing Cassie to orgasm again and again. It was just the way she’d always wanted to be fucked, since she was old enough to know what fucking was, and he filled her with so much pleasure that it was exhausting. By about her sixth orgasm, she wanted to give him an even bigger reward than the blowjob.

“Tim, husband…” she panted. “Put it in my ass!”

“What?” Tim asked, sure he hadn’t heard her right.

“My asshole. Fuck it. Fuck it with your big cock like you fucked it with your tongue!”

Even before the deterioration of their relationship, they hadn’t done that. Even though he feared he might hurt her, Tim couldn’t resist the dual prospect of living out one of his most taboo fantasies and answering Cassie’s lustful demand.

He pulled himself out of her well-used sex and pressed his swollen knob against the tiny wrinkled opening of her anus. He pushed, and Cassie relaxed as she already had for his tongue, letting his thickly engorged shaft push slowly into the tight grip of her anus.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Tim keened. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” Cassie sighed.

“It’s so tight… I fucking love it!”

Tim slowly stuffing her well-lubricated asshole with his oversized prick was the most delicious thing Cassie thought she had ever felt. She laughed to think of how just a few hours ago, she might’ve bitterly indulged in thinking of her marriage as a loveless one, her husband a zero in the sack. Now she had to have the best lover in town.

Cassie ducked her head to bite down on her pillow, deciding that she would be the best lover for him too. It was a hard job, but somebody had to do it.

With Cassie’s anus stuffed with his cock, Tim began building up a rhythm, pitching in and out of her rectum. How many times had he heard Kon talk about ramming a long hard dick up a woman’s ass to show them who was in charge? His friend had rambled on all about how he’d spear a girl’s asshole with his prick and fuck them until they loved it. All probably bullshit, but now that he was doing it himself, Tim had to admit the Boy of Steel had a point.

He stared at the thrilling sight of Cassie’s pert buttocks, the tension in his cock almost unbearable as it ran back and forth between her cheeks. He put his hands on her hips, experiencing a surge of desire as he noted the difference between his pale white skin and her beautifully tanned flesh. 

His pace began to build, going higher and higher, his prick moving inside of Cassie’s rectum faster and faster. He stretched out his arms, reaching around Cassie’s kneeling body to grab her breasts. He held one in each hand, steadying himself as he drove his hard cock deeper and deeper into her bowels. Her ass was hot, tight, smooth inner muscles clutching at his member like a set of fingers jerking him off.

Something inside Tim snapped. He heard Cassie howl, caught halfway between pain and abject pleasure, but he knew she would ask if she truly wanted him to stop. Until then, this agonizing intensity was exactly what she wanted. He drove himself deeper into her tight ass. The thrilling of watching his member penetrate her most taboo place had his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Finally, with his own loud howl, Tim came deep inside Cassie’s ass. His cock spurted enough cum for every squeeze of her clinging rectum. Gobs of hot, creamy seed shot thickly into her bowels as her asshole involuntarily tightened, milking his prick dry. 

Tim collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted, while she continued to grind her ass lazily against his groin. Seconds later, the pleasure lessening, she too collapsed. She wondered if she’d be able to sit down later. Her anus hurt in its pleasant stretching, and her bowels ached, her whole body feeling sore from the unfamiliar exertion. But she had enjoyed it, though. That climax had been one of the best she could ever remember feeling.

Tim rolled off her, shocking Cassie to life just in slipping out of her tender, oversensitive anus. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“I’m free ten minutes from now,” Tim teased her.

Cassie smiled back at him. “Here, let me clean you up.”

With a herculean effort, she rearranged herself onto the bed until she could wrap her lips around Tim’s shrinking manhood and suck it dry. After it had given up the dregs of Tim’s ejaculate, she licked it clean, savoring her own juices as well as his cum. Cassie wondered if it was obnoxious of her to think about how lucky Tim was to have a woman with a pussy that tasted as good as hers.

“That should do it,” she said, giving Tim’s limp member a goodnight kiss. Goodnight, but not goodbye. Not by a long shot.

***

When Shayera awoke, she was alone in her room with the lights out. The hazy light of the streetlamps was filtering weakly in through the half-drawn curtains. Getting up gingerly, Shayera found that she was still naked. Bruce had cleaned up the bedroom a little, pulled up the covers, and simply let her sleep for a few hours.

Shayera smiled and thought about how kind her husband was. Then she felt between her slim legs and found the dried jizz he had deposited there, and she thought about what a powerful, wonderful lover he was. The former filled her with warmth, but the latter turned her on.

Humming a little tune, Shayera made her way to the restroom. She took a bath, intending to soak in the luxurious suds for a long time, to ease the soreness Bruce’s bullish fucking had produced in her.

Now if only he could find a nice battle for her to fight…

***

With Tim asleep after another round, Cassie found that she was still not satisfied. She lay there, completely fulfilled, in the odd quandary of feeling like she should be feeling some sort of remorse, shame… and yet she was too filled with the sensual torpor that had ensued after Tim had fucked her so magnificently. She felt a certain power, a certain contentment, a much-needed reassurance of her femininity after she had denied herself for so long. And so she felt the warm heat of Tim’s strong, lean body beside her, smelled the manly scent of the sweat he had worked up and the permeating musk of their consummated desire.  

Her mind began to wonder. Once, years ago, she’d been on a picnic with the Titans when she’d come across Rose Wilson fucking herself in the woods. She was lying back on a mossy bank in the dappled sun, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her hands playing at her flowing sex.

Cassie had immediately hidden herself to watch as she worked herself harder and harder against her flashing hands. And then Rose had rolled onto her stomach, drawing one exquisite leg up high and, as Cassie watched, had sunk a red-nailed finger deep into her puckered anus.

One hand still masturbated frantically, while the other slid slowly and succulently through her clinging asshole, the taboo act electrifyingly tilted toward Cassie’s eyes. Cassie had found herself reaching down into her jeans, not so much to masturbate as to contain the burgeoning lust that had felt like it would overwhelm her cunt at any moment.

And then Rose had come, slowly, agonizingly, with vast, wrenching jerks that showed off every jolt of pleasure she felt. And she lay spent upon the moss, barely moving for what felt like hours before she lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and lovingly sucked her own abundant cream from them.

Until that moment, it had never occurred to Cassie to taste her own sex, but she too cautiously raised her wet fingers up to her mouth. With her heart thumping, she extended her tongue and touched her dripping fingertips to it, the taste startlingly exotic. She reached down for another sample, with the sun beating down on her and her pants around her ankles. This time, when she touched herself, it wasn’t just pressure. It definitely felt good, and she could barely stop to taste herself. She ended up using her other hand, pleasuring herself with one and drinking her own nectar with the other.

“Tastes good, don’t it?”

Her heart had leapt with fear. She had forgotten about Rose. Now the white-haired woman stood over her with a knowing smile.

“No wonder you like your own cunt. It looks delicious. And it is, isn’t it?”

Cassie couldn’t have lied even if she’d wanted to. “Yes,” she answered in a quivering voice.

“Go on then. Taste it. It’d be a waste to let it drip down to the ground.”

Cassie obeyed with her eyes downcast.

“What’s it taste like?”

“I don’t know.”

“A little like honey?”

“I… I guess so.”

“Should I tell you?”

“No!” Cassie had almost shouted.

But what would have happened if she hadn’t? Lying beside Tim in the present, Cassie touched herself frantically as she imagined what could’ve been. She pictured that white-haired cunt and its flowing juices pressing against her, fingers and even tongues in her own sex.

But Rose had just smiled and said “You liked watching me, didn’t you?”

“Well, I…”

“You did.”

“Yes.”

“It excited you.”

“I was—“

“Show me what you did to yourself.”

“I can’t, I didn’t do—“

“Show me!”

And with guilty eyes and an excitement tinged with arousing shame, Cassie had found herself forced—or allowed?—to pleasure herself for Rose, to run her hands down into her cunt and open her labia so that Rose could see her fingers playing with her clit. As she’d masturbated, the shame had faded, replacing with growing excitement. She knew that she was arousing Rose too, the Ravager massaging her own breasts as she told Cassie how to use her fingers. 

Rose towered over her, blocking out the sun, as Cassie rutted her snatch against her pumping fingers. Cassie’s full breasts had heaved so heavily inside her shirt that its buttons had worked open, and her quivering tits had pushed themselves partially out into view. And then Rose had slid one hand down below the waistline of her skirt, cupping her own pussy inside it. Cassie could see the hand delving back and forth, and the knowledge that Rose was making herself come pushed Cassie to her own peak.

Back in the bedroom, Cassie was chasing that same orgasm. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Her breasts quivered with every trip of her fingers through her tightly splayed cunt, her wrist working against her clit, rubbing it feverishly as she tried to finger her pussy too. It wasn’t the first time she had masturbated to the thought of what she’d caught Rose doing, and it wasn’t the first time she had embellished that memory either. Sometimes Rose masturbated for her as she masturbated for Rose. Sometimes there was a man, and he beat himself off for them, finishing all over their bodies. Cassie frequently came as she imagined those flying droplets burning onto her writhing flesh. Sometimes Rose and the man would masturbate for each other, watching each other’s avid hands as they raced to self-inflicted orgasm.

But what she never let herself think about was what had happened next. As much as she’d enjoyed it, it’d just been too shameful, too taboo to relive. Now, Cassie let herself think about it.

Her fingers had been flickering over her pussy, Rose watching almost hungrily, perhaps even thinking of doing something, when Tim had stumbled upon them, finding Cassie at the very moment of her purest ecstasy. He’d been shocked, maybe even outraged, but she had been unable to stop. Cassie had laid there in an orgasmic agony, horrified that he had discovered her, and yet so invested in her impending orgasm that her hands continued their work. 

She had lifted her head to look at Tim, her neck straining, her face and cleavage flushed with pleasure, her juices so copious that they had squished loudly every time her hand plunged into her cunt. She’d watched his expression change to one of lust.

A wash of gratification had swept across her as she saw his eyes dimming and his face slackening with need. She knew then her aroused scent was intriguing him, how the sight of an eager cunt being ravished by its owner’s slender, wet fingers was making his cock grow stiff and long. She could see the bulge rising, stirring to see her touching herself.

And so she had slowed down, deliberately making a show of her autoerotic delight. She parted her legs to give him a good view of the pussy she knew he loved so well. She let him watch as she curled one long finger down through the wet hair which crowned her sex, down around her engorged little clit, down through the swollen inner lips, down until it dipped, fingernail first, and then joint after joint into her burning passage. Her other fingers were stiffly spread against her soaking pussy, only the middle finger having disappeared inside of her. 

Tim had been hypnotized by the sight of her finger slowly working in and out, glimmering with her creamy juices, and when Rose had slowly opened his pants until his thickened erection sprung out into view, he didn’t resist. His eyes never left her cunt, and Rose’s fingers slowly closed around his cock.

And so she had performed for him, her heart singing to know how excited she’d made him. Her finger came slowly from her dripping hole to caress her clit in small circles. Her other hand rose to squeeze her shuddering breasts, to pummel them until they were red with blood, to pinch her nipples until her cunt made her head spin with its need for a vast come. And all the while, Tim looked on with no expression save that of need, his mind paralyzed, and Rose taking care of the lust he didn’t know how to deal with.

And as Cassie began to come, as she knew that her control was going, she slid her legs together and flung her hands against her clit. The orgasm was sweeping over her, her entire body quivering, as she heard from far, far away Tim's voice chanting to her. "Come, Cassie. Come now. Make it come. Make it come. Make it come." And it was upon her, and she vanished for a long, shuddering second, and she beard a lurching grunt as she began to slide back down into life. 

Before her eyes, the tip of Tim's cock erupted in huge, long, white streamers, blasting high into the air over her still trembling body. She felt them splashing hotly across her belly and tits to run in burning rivers across her flesh and down onto the grass. As the pulses began to die into slight dribbles across Rose's fingers, Cassie smoothed the warm seed across her belly and spread it to coat her breasts.

Then Rose had come to lick it off of her, pulling Tim along with her by his rapidly returning hard-on.

Cassie shuddered through her orgasm next to Tim in bed. Gradually, she relaxed. Her thighs fell open again. Her hands trailed of their own weight across her thighs and hung downward toward the floor. Her eyes were still shut, but they were quiet now. She had come.

But Tim had been ashamed and disappointed in his loss of control, in allowing three teammates to be drawn into fraternization, and they had never repeated that wonderful performance. Too bad, she thought, as her hands again rose to her cunt. She had enjoyed that more than anything else, except perhaps his mouth on her pussy.

She was in an agony of self-pleasure. She couldn't stop. She made herself come again. She needed something in her cunt, something hard up her cunt, and yet there was nothing. Her fingers were too short to reach all the way up. She stuck them into her asshole, but it wasn't enough. She tore at her nipples, bit them, bruised them with her teeth. Her cunt was on fire as she came yet again. She lay on her stomach on the bed with a pillow rolled up between her thighs, humping it frantically while one hand ploughed her asshole and the other gripped her squashed breast. Again, she came.

Frantically she searched the room. There must be something. It was no longer a comfortable place. One more orgasm, just one more, a final one, an enormous one, one such as she had rarely felt. She needed to drown out the lust with one last mighty ecstasy. She hated the room which kept her from completion. Damn it, there must be something. Somewhere. Oh, please. Please! I have to come again. I have to come.

And then she found it. Lying next to her, Tim had grown an erection in his sleep. Had he scented her, heard her? Or was he just having a wet dream—perhaps remembering that day with her and Rose, the same as she had. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his manhood, drawing the bedsheets up into a circus tent. And she began to come even as she saw it, began the final come which she completed on top of Tim, straddling his waist, his member deep within her, and her fingers lashing upon her aching clit.

Tim came to sharply, seeing Cassie dancing her body over his, her hips swaying, her spine undulating in riotous tribute to music only she could hear—perhaps the harsh panting of her breast and the wet smacking of her body rising and falling on his. With reality so dazzlingly thrown in his face, lust rushed into his body, pleasure flooding his immersed cock. He looked up at Cassie in total wonderment as he clenched his jaw to keep from immediately coming.

“Fuck me, Tim!” Cassie urged him, running her hands over her own gleaming, sweat-slick body, her darkly damp hair, her heaving breasts which barely fit into her cupped palms. “Fuck me like you fucked Rose. You saw what we were doing and you know what we needed and you fucked her and you fucked me and I came, I came so fucking hard, oh, Tim, Tim!”

He was unable to contain herself, unable to just lie there and be her dildo no matter how enjoyable it was for him. He rolled over, taking Cassie with him as he jammed her down onto her back and came up on top of her. Then he started pistoning into her, fucking her with deep plunges that sent her legs shooting out to either side, shaking with muscular spasms as she tried to absorb the pleasure of being given what she’d asked for.

“Tim, Tim!” she cried, her words losing all coherence as she found what she’d been looking for. Her arms flew around his back, crushing him to her, keeping him in a series of long kisses with her burning lips as his loins continued pumping back and forth punishingly. For the first time in a long while, she realized she felt like his wife.

Somehow, as he sucked on her neck and plundered her cunt, she forced herself to grit at least a few words out. It was too important to wait. She needed to tell him even as a new orgasm shook her words. “I want you to fuck Rose again! Nnnh! Fuck her and come on her and… and… fuck! I wanna fuck her too, fuck her, fuck both of you, just like we did—“

Cassie’s eyes rolled back in her head and her words were lost, consumed by the long, drawn-out howl she had to voice as Tim came inside her, so much, his cum marking her and filling her and she didn’t know how there could be so much of it when she’d already fucked him so much. It felt like there was enough for two of her. Enough for both her and Rose.

She was dimly, very dimly aware that later, when Tim had finished with her again, there might be remorse, might even be self-loathing, as there had been after her teenage threesome with him and Cassie. But at the moment, she didn’t care. She just didn’t care how much and in what positions he fucked her. Just so long as her hungering sex got all of that beautiful hardness he had, she didn’t think she’d ever feel shame again.

***

As Bruce maneuvered the Batmobile ably through even the most fractured of Gotham’s streets, a few quick taps on the command console opened a channel to Artemis and Helena. Artemis picked up the call.

“This is Artemis.”

“Report.”

 

He heard her voice soften a little with wan affection for him, but it was the only change in her tone. “Huntress and I engaged Maxie Zeus, but he got away. Robin and Wonder Girl helped out. No casualties.”

“Stay on him.”

“The boy is worthy of praise. He and his woman did a good job.”

“Noted,” Batman replied. Next, he opened a channel to Wonder Woman and Black Canary. Diana, naturally, was the one to answer. 

“Batman, we’re in Wakanda. T’Challa, of all people, is giving us transportation to our final destination. And E is here.”

Bruce grunted, trying to give nothing away.

“I’ll be dealing with her. Just something for you to keep in mind, ‘daddy’.”

“Keep working on Cheetah. Call if you need help.”

“I’ll do that,” Diana said, her voice rich with amusement—too aware of his skill to dismiss the possibility of him being of use to her, but still a little tickled by the idea of her needing to call for help, even from the Batman. “Stay safe.”

There was a tree in the middle of the road. It hadn’t been there a second ago. Bruce threw the Batmobile into a turn, and he would’ve missed it, only the tree was still expanding. The rear of his car collided with the trunk as he swerved, sending the Batmobile into a spin. He had to step on the brakes. As the Batmobile screeched to a stop, Poison Ivy landed on the hood.

She wrenched open the cockpit, slashed through his seatbelts with a swipe of her nails. Batman was picked up by the throat and hoisted into the air. She didn’t even dress like Ivy anymore. Long flowing robes, armor, a headdress—she looked almost like an Amazon. But just like the old Ivy, she had to give a speech.

“Die for Eris, puny—“

Batman held his hands up to her face, slipping a tiny vial from his gauntlet and breaking it. The tear-gas capsule burst in her face. Hacking, Ivy tossed him aside with far more strength than she should’ve had. He hit a lamppost and felt a rib give; cracked or broken, he didn’t know. It burned inside him as he drew a Batarang and threw it. It hit Ivy with no discernible effect. She may have still had to breathe, but the rest of the laws of physics didn’t necessarily apply to her.

Staring at him from atop the Batmobile’s mangled hull, like a hunter posing on top of a slain beast, she blew him a kiss. Bruce stiffened, feeling something suddenly off in his well-regulated system. His breathing was shallow, his adrenaline was spiking, he could feel the shutdown going through his body. She’d poisoned him—from twenty feet away.

Magic. He hated magic.

Drawing his grapple-gun, he fired and let it drag him up to the rooftops. He could make a getaway, of that he was confident, but there were no boltholes in the area and his personnel were spread too thinly for him to want one of them to come to his aid. That left one choice.