The Tower update

Bruce clutched Karen’s warm, throbbing breasts in his hands, gasping as she worked herself down onto his crotch with lustful need. She slid up and down his massive erection slowly, dreamily, as if unable to believe how it pushed apart her tight lips and entered into the depths of her womanhood. “Oooooo,” she crooned deep in her throat, the tenor changing with each rise and fall. “Mmmmm… aaahhh…”

Bruce grimaced. She was incredibly tight, yet slippery and hot, almost hurting as he eased his lengthy manhood into her sex by gradual degrees, though the passage didn’t slow for an instant. She ground her perfect ass lewdly on his muscular thighs as she lowered herself down.

“Nnnnnn, Bruce!” she sobbed. “It’s wonderful! Aaaah, yes—I love a big hot cock—unnnnn!”

Bruce stared at her smooth, angelic face, marveling at how passionate and sensuous and hungry she was. She reeked of animal sex, beads of sweat all over her golden skin, her incredibly lush breasts heaving faster, her boiling cunt gushing its cream as she brought herself to another orgasm.

Now Karen was moving faster, swinging her hips back and forth so that his maddeningly hard cock ground wondrous thrills out of the walls of her pussy. She reached behind herself, one hand dropping down to squeeze his balls as she rode him. Then the moaning heroine began to sway from side to side, her hotly sucking sex gripping him even tighter. 

Bruce grimaced, beginning to be reminded of his aggravated ribs as her body slapped down against his, sending reverberations all the way through him. But his raw desire outweighed the pain. He came up to suck on one of her satiny breasts, his blood singing with excitement as it surged into his swelling cock. With her mad moans and feverish panting, the blonde in his lap seemed like a creature of pure lust, existing only to suck and fuck and tease and be satisfied. Bruce clutched her voluptuous ass in his hands and deliberately probed her anus to see Karen’s response.

She went into a frenzy. “Yes! Stick your finger up there! Ooooh! Hurry! Wiggle it around, oh God, yes, mmmm, fuck, I love it! Ha!”

Suddenly Bruce felt as if he were trying to hold a crazed animal in place. Karen whipped her burning cunt up and down on his member with feverish excitement, clawing at him with her sharp nails, sinking her teeth into his armored shoulder. The honey of her orgasms streamed like hot oil into his lap.

When Karen started coming, there was no questioning it.

She could no longer stick to the considerate pace she’d set, leisurely riding his huge cock in a slow, safe pleasure. The instant he’d fingered her tender asshole, Karen exploded with raw passion. Since she was on top, she had total control over her own enjoyment and now she would milk all the ecstasy she could out of her own impalement.

Ramming his finger deep into Karen’s tightening asshole, Bruce felt Karen pumping her frantic little pussy needfully on his member. He groaned, torn between intense excitement and pain. Her juicy cunt was sucking at his prick ferociously, while her enormous breasts and sharp teeth and silky ass were everywhere at once, sweating, throbbing, caressing, all of her demanding his hot cum.

He needed to slow her down, needed to stop her. His pelvis was hurting terribly and his ribs were more tender than ever. Unable to pry his right hand loose from the stranglehold her anus had on his finger, he reached up with his left and wrapped his fingers around her throat. His grip tightened like a vise, his thumb jammed into her carotid artery. But Karen only laughed woozily, the slight interruption in her breathing and the pressure on her sensitive flesh only exciting her more.

Bruce was about to faint with pain, but even that didn’t lessen his arousal as he stared helplessly at Karen’s tightly flexing muscles, her heaving breasts, her terrifying pleasure as she came harder and harder. “You’re making me your… your… your…. ohhhh, yours…”

He gritted his teeth, holding his breath as Karen thrashed on his erection with maddening rhythm, her wild cunt gushing plentiful juices, and as the pain turned his vision red, his cock erupted. Hot spurts drove themselves deep into Karen’s frenzied sex. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she went in spasms of blissful lewdness, a clawing, wild-eyed beast of need and satiation. 

Bruce’s geyser of cum was just what she needed to go from the tantalizing series of climaxes she had been enjoying to one conclusive orgasm, finishing her off and satisfying all her desires. With Bruce motionless underneath her, her twitching cunt relaxed and Karen fell to crush herself against Bruce’s body, still shuddering and moaning, her pussy maintaining a lingering embrace of his softening manhood.

“Yours,” Karen repeated as her world went sweetly black. 

***

In her bedroom onboard the Watchtower, Diana leapt to her feet and paced fitfully. She could no longer ignore how jealous she was feeling about Power Girl going off with Batman, and neither could she ignore how irritated she was with herself for that. She was even annoyed with being annoyed, with being unable to relax and now stomping around as if that exertion was nearly enough to burn off all her nervous, agitated energy.

Picking up her lasso, Diana shaped it into an isometric exercise, pulling the unbreakable rope against herself to deal with some of her frustration. As she strained against her own muscle power, the lasso’s magic seeped into her, and with a fit of honesty Diana realized there was another cause to her aggravation. Sexual tension.

She thought of Bruce with a mixture of longing and even more annoyance with herself for finding such a man attractive. At forty, he was very handsome, tall, muscular, with thick black hair graying at the temples. He made a good living, of course. He was intelligent, resourceful, and above all brimming with experience, but she hardly knew him.

Though she’d tried to.

They’d sparred not too long ago. It’d started with a heated discussion, Bruce’s cynicism contrasting with her own idealism like oil and water. At some point, it had become natural to test their skills against each other, as if that could clarify whose opinion was correct. Both of them had known how wise and yet unwise it was to let their mutual antagonism become a battle, but neither of them could resist upping the stakes that way. 

If Diana lost control of her superior strength, it would prove Bruce’s suspicions about metahumans. If she maintained control, it would shame him as much as he was capable of being shamed.

She had teased him not to go easy on her because she was a woman, confident that Bruce’s own arrogance would have him too worried he would genuinely harm her to fight to the full extent of his abilities. After all, though intellectually he knew she could crush the entire gym they were in into a ball of scrap, to his eyes she was a slim, athletic woman. Capable of running a marathon or lifting a heavy barbell, certainly, but still no match for his overly endowed musculature and years of training.

But even holding back, Diana had centuries of training. And Bruce trusted to that above any sentimentality or foolish notions of chivalry. When the combat began, he came at her full force, actually taking her by surprise with just how ferocious he was. He displayed the instincts of a beast fighting for its life, determined to overwhelm her with shocking force before she could mount an effective defense.

It actually almost worked. Diana was put back on her heels. Bruce struck her with not only callous disregard for how a mortal woman would’ve been outright maimed by the force of his attacks, but not even caring for how he himself might be injured. She worried that he would break his fingers if not for the metal knuckles built into his gloves. Although his blows didn’t really hurt her, they smarted like hell, serving as stinging rebukes to the assumption that his skill couldn’t compare to her own. She had to grit her teeth and truly apply herself just to stop him from running all over her, a level of focus that many gods and monsters had not required from her. 

Diana was sorely tempted to use her superhuman speed to counter, but it would be less than worthless to beat him in an unfair fight. The combat was already weighted in her favor. The thought of having him always knowing that she wasn’t his equal without a superpowered twist of fate… it was unbearable.

As great as his skill and as faultless as his aggression was, her years of experience did outweigh his. It took a frankly embarrassing back and forth—Diana’s ears burning, her cheeks reddening the longer it went on, as Bruce proved more and more her equal—but finally she outmaneuvered him, staggering the man with a sharp but precisely applied blow, then wrestling him to the ground in an unbreakable hold. She ended up on top of him, feeling his tired muscles straining without result, both their hearts racing as she held him at her mercy. 

“Yield,” she hissed.

Bruce didn’t answer.

Her thigh was against her groin as she held him down and Diana could suddenly feel, with a flush of excitement, that he was erect, masterfully so. His length was impressive to begin with, easily matching gods and beasts that were supposed to dwarf mere mortals. And beyond that, his erection was achingly hard, with a level of lust and virility that shocked her. She’d had no idea that he’d desired her so strongly, that his body responded so hungrily to hers, and the fact that he’d stoically hidden it from her was almost as arousing as just how fervently he lusted after her, speaking of true control, a discipline even Diana doubted she could achieve. 

Bruce tried to escape then, despite both of them knowing how much he was enjoying having her body pressed against him, and Diana redoubled her efforts, shifting her body to totally overpower the man. Her groin pressed against his, and through her thin covering of skintight fabric, Diana felt his erection on her truly sensitive womanhood. 

She felt how tightly his glans had swollen, warm and wet with a dose of precum that inundated his costume and soaked through to hers. As well, she could feel how his balls had engorged themselves to the size of crabapples, taut and ready—she could only imagine how much cum there was in them, aching to fill her pussy.

She wanted that. She wanted him. More than anything, she wanted to make him hers, to be once more the dominant Amazon and not the stunned, scandalized girl that his masculine potency had shocked her into. At least with Superman, she’d been able to act superior. How was she supposed to be any sort of equal to a man when impaled on a sheer foot of hardened flesh? No, she would kiss him, take him, and he would once more be the one lusting after her instead of the other way around.

But before she could move, Diana heard the clatter of boots coming towards the gym. It was Hawkgirl, and forced to all too quickly weigh her priorities between taming Batman and maintaining her standing in front of Shayera and the other Leaguers she might tell, Diana hastily decided to stop this thing in its tracks. She let go of Bruce and came up off of him, leaving him lying there as if nothing had happened, that maddening erection hidden once more inside his costume.

Despite hearing that Hawkgirl was coming, Bruce remained on the floor, looking up at Diana as if castigating her for how she’d backed down. “I didn’t yield,” he said, and Diana could recall every syllable of those words now, in her own room, pulling on her golden lasso as if she wanted to rip herself to pieces to match how she felt inside.

She was still unsure if she could’ve controlled herself if Shayera hadn’t come when she did.