The Tower update

Bruce limped away from Arkham, feeling the pain from his tryst with Power Girl welling up again. After two days, he was mostly healed up, and usually he’d be able to subsume the pain into his mission, but that was proving difficult now. He hadn’t gotten anything out of the assassin he’d been interrogating. Neither had Wonder Woman, but having her there to see his failing didn’t help matters. It left him pensive, worried, his emotions closer to the surface than they usually were. 

Diana, of course, noticed, and if she was too polite to bring up his soreness, his emotional issues were fair game. “I know this is frustrating, but it’s not like you to be so worried.”

“Where Ra’s al Ghul is concerned, I’m always worried. Two-Face and Harley Quinn rob banks. Ra’s al Ghul destroys countries.”

“Defensive too,” Diana noted.

“Maybe it would be a good idea for you to return to the Watchtower. I need to run some analysis at the Cave.”

“You asked for my help,” Diana reminded him. 

“And now I don’t need it,” Bruce replied curtly. He turned away abruptly, leaving her standing there as he made his way to the Batmobile. Diana was used to him driving alone while she flew, but this felt more like a dismissal.

It angered Diana. It was one thing for Bruce to brush her off, though that was maddening enough, but it was quite another for him to hide something from her. 

Just like that, Diana took Bruce in her arms and flew him upward, Bruce traveling with her in her unshakable grip until they were at the top floor of a nearby high-rise. Bruce was deposited on the terrace of a penthouse, luxurious and to all appearances empty.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Bruce demanded angrily. “Where are we?”

“Someplace no one will bother us,” Diana answered, as cool as he was upset. “Where you can tell me everything before I have to use my lasso on you.”

Bruce absorbed that for a moment. Then, as rapidly as a gunslinger doing a quick-draw, he dropped a hand to his belt. It emitted a stunning flash of light, blinding Diana. She was unprepared for the attack, but responded quickly. Hearing Bruce running by her and drawing his grapple-gun from his belt, she flung out her lasso, snagging him with it. She took no chances from there—still blinded, she pulled Bruce closer until he was against her body, where not all the tricks in the world could save him from her. It actually excited her, having Batman at her mercy, the great warrior helpless next to her sheer strength.

But she couldn’t forget that he was hiding something from her, deceiving her. Diana took Bruce by the throat and brought his face next to hers, close enough to taste his scent, the warmth of his breath, and demanded “What do you fear may happen from Ra’s al Ghul’s men penetrating the Batcave?”

“I fear for the safety of the Justice League,” Bruce said by rote, but he could see that Diana didn’t buy it. She would press him and squeeze the truth out of him; carve away from him until only the answers were left. So he decided to give her something else. “You especially.”

Diana was amazed. “Why me especially?” she asked, after taking a moment to retrieve her stony countenance. Bruce could tell she wanted to fall for the half-truth, even if her desire not to be deceived almost outweighed her wishful thinking. 

Bruce had to strain against the lasso’s magic, trying to worm the whole truth out of him, every little fact and detail. He knew that only helped his case—Diana would assume it was his resistance to speaking the truth, rather than him trying to force this broken dam into the right direction. Finally, he managed to speak, barely trusting himself to keep to what he wanted to say. “Because I have feelings for you.”

Diana stared at him, only able to wonder how this simple mortal had put her in this state. He could frustrate her enough to attack him or tempt her until she wanted to kiss him terribly. Now she was hesitating, and it wasn’t like her to hesitate.

Finally, she kissed him, tasting the coppery intrusion of blood that was surely a constant feature in his mouth; beneath it, the repressed desire that she wanted from Bruce as badly as his body. “Show me those feelings, Bruce,” she whispered against his lips, and the lasso binding him glowed bright yellow. 

Flinging Bruce down onto his back, Diana knelt over him, undoing his utility belt and pulling away his trunks. The traps that served to protect him from being stripped were no match for her; she ignored the electric shocks and puffs of tear gas until she had uncovered him and hauled his manhood out into the open. She was not surprised to find him half-hard, knowing how mixed Bruce’s feelings would be about giving into his desire, and that her Amazon persuasion would be required. She was shocked at just how big he was, despite not even being fully erect. She fondled his long shaft and swollen balls, stroking his length, whispering to the burgeoning cockhead like a skittish mount as her lips drew closer and closer.

Diana spoke in a tone that blended malevolence and seduction, sounding nothing like her usual voice. “You’ve played with my feelings for too long, male—mocked my desires—it’s time you face punishment for that. Perhaps, if you had been honest, I would’ve let you take control… I know how much you love that… but now, I’m just going to take what I want. Let’s see if you can enjoy yourself when all you can do is lie there and serve my needs…”

At first, his prick didn’t respond to her caresses—Diana was mildly curious if Bruce was fighting his arousal, or was incapable of getting an erection with a strong, dominant woman in control. But as soon as her dark lips came into contact with the spade-shaped tip of his member, his length began to throb, warm blood filling it, making it long and thick enough to befit a god. His cockhead expanded to the size of a golf ball with Diana kissing it tenderly, her lips smacking with obvious enjoyment on the drops of precum trickling from his glans.

“Mmmmm!” Diana purred with almost obnoxious glee, flicking her tongue out over the tiny slit that was the source of Bruce’s sweet precum, coaxing more of his seed out of it in anticipation of the coming flood.

Bruce stared, shocked, as the lovely brunette whispered to him of her dominance and his own helplessness before her as she kissed his manhood. Her luscious lips parted before it, a long tongue rolling around that wicked mouth, and Bruce found himself shivering with anticipation. His cock was so hard that it hurt with a pain he couldn’t stand.

“Let’s see how long you can last,” Diana whispered huskily. “I’ll make it fair. I won’t suck you so hard you come right away. I’ll let you get used to having my perfect tongue wrapped around your cock for a while. But when I do want your cum, Bruce—I’ll have it. You’ll beg to give it to me…”

She caught the flaring crown of his member inside her lips, her tongue flowing along the veiny underside with a delicate appreciation of its heft and mass. She squeezed her lips tightly around the swollen shaft, lowering herself down just an inch to take more of his pulsing length into the hot, moist confines of her mouth.

“Hhhhrng!” Bruce gritted out, his teeth grinding together like boulders. He didn’t want to admit how good it felt just having his prick inside Diana’s mouth, but surely she could tell. His cock was stingingly erect, harder than he could ever recall it being.

When his knob was at the back of Diana’s throat, she moaned appreciatively, letting herself drool down his length until his shaft was bathed with her saliva. Her tongue traveled restlessly over him, flicking and rubbing at all the bulging veins of his erection, curling around its rigid bulk. Her stretched lips worked in a tender massage, squeezing the huge girth almost suffocatingly before releasing it.

Putting her hands on Bruce’s groin, Diana trapped his member between the thumbs and forefingers of either hand, forming a diamond with those outstretched digits. She inhaled deeply, her firm, perfect breasts swelling out until they almost ripped the tightness of her brief costume—a prospect that especially tantalized Bruce when he could drop his chin to look down the top of Diana’s costume, seeing nearly every round curve of her cleavage, providing a formidable counterbalance to the strong muscles he saw tensing and flexing in her arms and back as she lay kneeling over him, all of her flesh clearly powerful and yet giving into femininity as it narrowed into a trim waist and then swelled ripely into the voluptuous buttocks that bulged through her star-spangled panties until they were stretched to the point of transparency, making even her firm, creamy thighs an afterthought. And now, the crotch of those panties was soaked with arousal, and only growing wetter as Diana lowered herself down his erection, her throat taking his fat cockhead inch by inch with such greedy pressure it was like he was being lured into an irresistible trap. When her lips were wrapped around the base of Bruce’s cock, Diana could feel his hairy balls against her chin, bloated with the need to spill their cargo into her welcoming throat.

“Mmmmmm,” Diana purred, enjoying the feel of his prick flexing and throbbing in her mouth almost as much as she did the knowledge that Bruce was enjoying this, however unwillingly and whatever his better judgment said.

After a moment of holding his steel-hard manhood in her throat, showing she had no problem handling its length, she pulled away from it with agonizing slowness, her lips flowing perfectly over every contour of his shaft as they withdrew, barely able to move as they were clinging so tightly to it. The glans of his cockhead slipped out of her pressurized lips and a pungent trickle of precum fell down his cockhead. Diana flicked her tongue up his knob, groaning wantonly as she tasted his potent arousal.

“Hhhh,” Bruce sighed, seeing Diana’s lips dip back down over his manhood, her cheeks bulging around his member.

She came away from him again. “I told you that you were going to beg to come for me. Now do it. Beg. Or at least ask permission.”

Bruce reminded himself that all of this was at least distracting her from his real secret—all while trying to ignore the almost impossible arousal he felt, swelling his cock until it felt like it would burst. “C… can I… come in your mouth?” he asked.

From the quickness of his breathing and how his cock throbbed against her lips, Diana could tell his days of having a choice in the matter were over. She could make him come whenever she wanted. She stroked his prick in her hand, knowing it wouldn’t be enough to get him off, letting him know he only had his self-control because she allowed him to have it. She tilted her face up, its pristine symmetry and glowing fairness making it perhaps the only face in the world that could match her awe-inspiring body, and met his eyes.

“Of course, Bruce,” she said, mocking him with her Amazon compassion as she rubbed his spit-slick manhood against her cheeks. “You can come whenever you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? Is that what you said?”

Bruce tried to respond, but his mouth was too dry. His lips moved, but words didn’t emerge. Finally, he nodded, only able to think of the relief that Diana’s wonderful lips would bring.

Diana lapped at his knob, catching the precum that oozed out on her tongue, slapping her tongue along Bruce’s shaft like she was savoring a melting popsicle. Bruce gasped, clearly at the end of his rope, and Diana opened her lips wide to take in all of his overheated manhood, dwarfing even it with her gaping mouth. 

She swallowed him, easily taking him down her throat despite his hips jerking and bucking. A moment later, his cock joined in, giving a mighty lunge in her mouth before thick cum flooded down her throat. She swallowed fervently, then pulled back so that his cockhead rested on her tongue, his seed splashing into her gullet until her cheeks bulged outward to contain the vast amount of appreciation Bruce’s exploding balls showed for all her effort.

“MMMM!” Diana moaned as she mouthed his gushing cockhead, not even deigning to swallow his cum, but letting it spill down her chin to make room for more, gushing in jets against her tongue. When she was satisfied that Bruce had drained his balls, she let his shrinking cock fall away from his glistening lips and spat his seed out on the floor, showing Bruce that as masterful as he was, his cum still wasn’t fit to feed an Amazon warrior.