The Tower update

Bruce was amazed by how fiercely Diana had acted, how the usually gentle woman had transformed herself. It was one thing to see her rage in battle, when she was acting in self-defense and everything was heightened in a hallucinogenic haze of terror and adrenaline, but here—it was like he didn’t know her at all, to see how she took control, enjoying her power over him.

And still Diana wasn’t satisfied that Bruce was properly subordinate to her. She came up his body, kissing the muscles of his abs and pecs, even biting into his chest with a desperate arousal even greater than before. Bruce moaned lightly, the pain almost outweighing his pleasure. He was used to the pain, almost inured to it, but he wasn’t prepared for this level of pleasure. And Diana wasn’t prepared for how exciting she found Bruce’s pain, each wounded utterance he made arousing her still further. She seized hold of his cock and her lips clashed with his, forcing new life into his sore body, stroking and caressing him, bringing his arousal back like it had never left.

“You’re at my mercy now,” Diana breathed as her hand tirelessly massaged his length back into hardness. “In the presence of a goddess.” Her voice grew husky with arousal over her own strident words and the muscles of her broad arm flexed, as if threatening him with how tightly they could squeeze. If she wanted to, she could crush his spongy flesh like a grape. “I’ve chosen you to serve me—honored you to be in my service—and you’ll satisfy your obligation or be destroyed—please me enough to repay me for the fortune I’ve blessed you with—elevating you to the heights of godhood with celestial bliss—and now we’ll see if you can answer the challenge!”

As he laid there, his cock painfully erect, perhaps even bruised by the tightness of her cunt, and his arms pinned to his sides by the lasso, Diana straddled his hips. She lowered herself to his erection with the slow solemnity of a religious rite, even if he could see her cunt trembling in nervy arousal. But Diana knew she would get what she want, or at least enjoyed this process of getting at it. She smiled beatifically as she guided his prick into herself with her hand, thoroughly enjoying the first of many inches that his hard, hard member would give her as she wiggled her hips down to his groin.

When her naked ass settled snugly into his lap, she reached down between his legs and took hold of his engorged balls, tightening her grip on them to a painful pressure, just enough to make Bruce eager for relief. Her smile grew as she looked down at him, his pleasure and his need as great as his nervousness. An attitude befitting an encounter with a goddess.

“Show me your desire, little man,” Diana husked. “Show me you truly realize how lucky you are. Show me your appreciation for taking your unworthy maleness inside my sacred cunt!”

Bruce obeyed, not sure if he was trying to please her or enjoy himself in answer to the lust that had reanimated his arousal. Her pussy was wet and soft and warm, like fucking a dream, all of it open to his snaking cock, but tightening around him, responding with open enjoyment to every move he made inside her. She was hot and welcoming all the way into her belly. It was the same lavish sucking pressure as when he had fucked her mouth, but even better somehow. His hips jolted almost by themselves, desperate for the pleasures that awaited him deeper inside her channel.

He thrust into her so hard he arched his back, raising her off the ground, twisting his hips to further use the cunt she offered him. All Diana had to do was sit there on top of his weapon and enjoy herself. Hands on the floor, she raised her hips up a few inches, the hardened muscles of her belly sheathed in creamy soft skin as she held herself that way, and watched as Bruce jerked himself off the ground like he was performing some arcane exercise, shooting his cock up into her sex with wonderfully powerful thrusts. 

Diana leaned further back, resting her weight on her hands and knees, wagging her hips from side to side and laughing triumphantly as Bruce shifted his thrusts to follow her cunt. She enjoyed every angle at which he fucked her, each rush of sexual pleasure she got from his prick going into her. Bruce was sweating with exertion, pained groans intermixed with the satisfied grunts he made as his cock sank home into her pussy, but Diana didn’t care. She had already started to come, going through a succession of mounting orgasms, all of them gathering together into one magnificent plateau that Bruce kept her atop by hammering up into her womanhood.

She could feel still more pleasure building all throughout her body, sparking through her flesh like the light perspiration that covered her bare skin, though the biggest exertion she was going through was holding herself steady as Bruce pounded against her. Her climax tingled in her toes and tensed the muscles of her legs, swept through her thighs and stirred in her sex. It churned in the deep reaches of her womb, wildly alive with the sheer feminine desire to be bred, and from there it was euphorically explosive in her breasts, her arms, the flexing muscles of her biceps, and finally behind her eyeballs, which rolled back into her head as if to see as her brain flared with thoughtless frenzy. Her orgasms had now surpassed anything she had felt before. They were out of her control, holding her prisoner, keeping her captive in pure ecstasy, and as she felt Bruce’s vast cock pressed flush into her pussy, his burning cum pouring into her like water to satisfy the raging fire her cunt had become, she threw her head back so hard that it cracked the floor underneath her and cried, “IT’S MINE! YOUR COCK IS MINE! NOW AND FOREVER!”

Bruce felt his own hot seed flowing out of Diana’s still-tight slit, trickling down his own exhausted member, though some ran down Diana’s perineum with a contrariness befitting Batman’s cum. Diana had a beautiful ass, her buttocks two taut muscles that could’ve been cast from steel. It was too bad his strength was draining into the womanhood that had trapped his cock. He felt paralyzed, weak, rode hard and put away wet. If he were lucky, he might be able to stagger to the shower in half an hour. He doubted he would be able to remove his costume or even stand under the spray for any amount of time, but if he laid down in the stall, he might be able to manage some cleanliness, let alone dignity.

Diana’s passage clamped down on him, like a manacle around his jerking cock, and he groaned. The pain was nearly unbearable, but it brought warm pleasure with it, and the two melded until they were inseparable. Diana’s sex was one of the best he’d ever have, so hot and soft and tight that a hundred other woman couldn’t match it. His balls drained into it like a tap with the faucet turned all the way.

Diana had almost fainted with that last climax, but a desire to see this fuck through to the end kept her conscious. Still, it took her long moments to recover from the many orgasms that had each taken their toll on her consciousness. When she finally began to cover, she realized Bruce’s cock had wilted uselessly inside her. She couldn’t summon up the strength to be angry. Let him be ungrateful for the great gift he’d received. He’d still done more than enough, in his own mortal way. 

She pulled herself off of him, opening her eyes, and had a flare of worry to see that he was still trapped in her lasso, grinding his teeth, his eyes closed painfully. She pulled the lasso free of him, letting him go.

“Are you alright?” she asked quickly.

“What’s wrong, Diana?” Bruce retorted angrily. “Afraid your sex toy is broken?”

“I’m sorry,” Diana said, watching as he got up. He clutched his ribs in pain, then fixed his trunks, hiding his defeated member. The next time he drew himself up to his full height, she might not’ve known that he was human. His armor covered him fully and he refused to show pain with the stoicism that both annoyed and impressed her. “I thought… let me take you to the Watchtower. The infirmary will be able to help you.”

“Forget it,” Bruce said. When he moved, Diana could see the toll their sex had taken on his body, and she could only hope he would go to rest up in his own facilities rather than try to continue his activities untreated. 

Diana stayed behind, afraid to try any harder to reach him. She felt like she had done enough to intrude on his comfort zone. And while she was used to conflicted feelings with the contradictory, complicated man, this was the first time that mixture applied to herself. She was pleased—still—with how much pleasure she had enjoyed at Bruce’s hands, but she wasn’t comfortable with how she had played the dominatrix, no matter how much—indeed, because of—she’d enjoyed it. She shuddered, remembering Bruce’s groans of pain and her own satisfaction with how frail Bruce had proven; the impervious Batman reduced to a plaything in her hands… and in other places. And that was just the physical realm. Emotionally, spiritually, he had just begun to interest her on a level she was unused to, with anyone, but most especially with Bruce. And she had complicated things, perhaps made them impossible, if there’d been any possibility of a deeper relationship in the first place, what with how Power Girl had latched onto him.

She’d once thought of the old saying ‘the truth hurts’ as the sort of perverse aphorism that only Man’s World could come up, but now she saw how fitting it could be. The Lasso of Hestia had brought much to light, but what that light revealed was far more complicated and complex than the darkness had been. Ignorance was bliss, as the old saying went. And despite the ecstasy she had felt with Bruce, she couldn’t say she was happier now than she had been before.

***

Although he didn’t know it, Bruce’s thoughts were running along similar lines. Irony was a bitch. He sat in the driver’s seat of the Batmobile, though he didn’t dare move enough to direct the wheel, instead letting the autopilot drive as he chewed painkillers and iced his wounds. As a feminist like Diana might point out, Bruce took a certain masculine pride in driving his car. The last time he’d used the autopilot, he’d been nursing broken bones from four Albanians getting the drop on him with baseball bats.

Though that was ignoring the time he’d had sex with Karen. He hadn’t been driving the Batmobile then. He’d used the Batwing. And he’d needed to use the autopilot, though it wasn’t the same thing. Maybe this… ‘beating’ he’d taken at the hands of Diana was more damaging to his pride. Or maybe it just felt more personal when it came to a man’s car.

More irony. Two of the most beautiful women on the Justice League, indeed, in the world, had now made love to him, but he wasn’t happy with this ‘luck’ that so many other men would’ve killed for. Indeed, his afterglow was feeling like he’d run a marathon and then fallen off a cliff. Even for a man who could be as suicidally determined as Bruce was, he felt the clarion call of medical treatment, a desire for the unfeeling haze of sleep and opiates. It would’ve taken a lot to deter him from his present course to the Batcave.

But an emergency message from J’onn, stating that there were Leaguers under attack, made all other concerns secondary.