The Tower update

Some hours later, Karen and Bruce were in the offices of Starr Enterprises. Karen had traded in her cape and boots for a dressing gown and stocking feet, but Bruce didn’t return the favor. He kept on his cape and cowl, not even sitting, but standing warily in place, wreathed in the shadows in a corner of the darkened room. They discussed the case they were jointly working on as Karen sat down and relaxed. 

She considered the constancy of Batman, showing no sign of either tension or relaxation as he brainstormed with her. He was like a stolid statue in a park. His thinking had the forceful speed of a freight train. It was an attractive quality, how much he could do without working himself into a paroxysm or allowing himself to relent in the slightest. 

Finally, they’d hashed out all the details. “If that’s all,” Bruce said, heading towards the window.

“Not everything,” Karen countered, standing up. “How about a drink, just to end the evening right?”

“We solved the case. How much better could the evening have gone?”

Karen rested a hand on her chest, between the plump hills of her breasts, which neither her costume nor her gown did much to hide. “Why don’t you stay a while and find out?”

“I found out all I came here to find out.” He set off for the Batplane again.

With a quick burst of speed, Karen blocked him. “Do you know how many guys would kill just to get a look at me up close and personal?”

“You should find one of them.”

Karen laughed harshly and shook her head. “I get it. It’s because I’m a metahuman.”

“Metas are unknown qualities. Hard to account for. But that has nothing to do with you and me.”

“Prove it,” Karen said, and kissed him. He returned it instinctively, his lips working against hers as he pulled her tightly against him, like his very body was hungry for her flesh. Her costume was so thin and her body so radiant that Bruce could the heat and heft of her tits against his chest, felt them heave as she took in a sharp gasp of breath in response to his hand delving between her thighs. He showed the instincts of an animal that had been provoked and was now snapping, demanding from her what she’d taunted him by offering. 

His fingers curled into her womanhood, quickly becoming saturated with her juices. Karen groaned, pulling down his cowl to run her hands through his dark hair. As she brushed it back on his scalp, her lips moved in to kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked on it like a piece of hard candy.

Karen smiled happily as she undid his utility belt. “You were right not to want a drink,” she said. “If you want to be efficient, we should skip straight to this.”

But Bruce stopped, pushing her away. “I don’t have time for romantic relationships. That’s the problem between us.”

Karen was already panting hard with excitement. “I don’t want a boyfriend. Just your body.” She reached into his fly, left unhidden by the removal of his belt.

Bruce felt her hand on his half-hard manhood. She was stroking it. Her eyes had a look of longing as they met his. He could feel himself growing in her hand, becoming engorged as if to show Karen exactly how much she had laid claim to. 

“Your entire body,” Karen specified. His cock was now thoroughly stiff. The urge was overwhelming for Bruce to stroke it himself, to finish himself off where Karen was only lightly teasing him.

Bruce shoved her away again, back into a chaise lounge whose embrace felt like she was falling into bed. This time, by the way he loomed over her, there was no intention for them to stop.

“You’ll get it,” he said, kneeling between her bare legs and looking at her barely covered sex. “You’ll get all of my cock in your little cunt. But first, I’m going to have a taste of it. A nice taste of your tight little pussy.”

Karen pulled the crotch of her costume out of the way for him.

His face dipped between her smooth white legs, nestling against the pussy she bared for him. His eager tongue roamed over it. Her pubic hairs were left wetly glistening from his licking and lapping. Karen moaned loudly. She was unspeakably aroused just from looking down to see Bruce’s face between her thighs. She felt him licking and sucking on her clit, felt his tongue probe inside her cunt. It came as an absolute shock to her how quickly she climaxed, this first sex in years blowing away the interval of dreary monotony and reminding her of how excitingly responsive her body could be.

“Damn, Bruce, do it now!” she cried out. “Put your cock inside me—I can’t wait any longer! I need it right now!”

“You aren’t the only one,” Bruce said as his face came away from her pussy, jawline smeared with the wetness of her pussy. “It’s time. You’re wet enough. I’m hard enough. Spread your legs nice and wide. I’m going to put this cock right into your pussy… give you everything you need...”

Despite his words, he showed none of the haste any other man would display. He took his time, methodically working his lips up her tightening abs and bounding, barely encumbered breasts, her costume feeling so thin that it might as well not have been there at all. It did nothing to block the rough feel of his kisses, each delivered as stingingly as a bite. And as he made his way up to the contours of her cleavage, where her 34F breasts trembled with anticipation, Karen had time to think of what she was doing.

She had no doubts about Bruce and no hang-ups about sex, but the fact remained that she hadn’t intended for things to go so far. Hell, she would have considered it a minor victory just to get him to drink with her—now he knew what her pussy tasted like. It was time to tell him what he was in for.

“You should know,” Karen said, “if everything you do feels as good as that tongue did inside me, I may not be able to control myself.”

“I can be controlling enough for both of us,” Bruce said as he mouthed the lower slope of her left breast, the rarely touched skin there throbbing, her nipple already painfully erect and aching for his lips.

“I could hurt you. It’s happened before. That’s probably why I’m throwing myself at you like this—hard to have a satisfying dating experience when you need a tank to have safe sex.”

“I’m used to danger,” Bruce said, his words a bloom of heat on Karen’s areola before his mouth embraced it, and Karen’s thoughts went blank, her body all the pulsating feel of him sucking and licking and biting her nipple. His right hand burrowed into her other breast, its armored feel sharp and metallic. Karen sighed as every inch of her truly impressive cleavage was filled up with lovingly rough sensations.

They kissed again, Bruce letting go of her breasts to put his arms around her back, pulling her in until her nipples were digging into his chest. Karen reached down and stroked his hard prick inside her hand. Opening her legs, she guided his member inside of her, back arching involuntarily as he slipped inside of her steamy cunt lips.

“Rao!” she moaned.

“Ohhh, yes,” Bruce sighed.

His cock reamed into her, flattening her clit against the bone of her pelvis. A rush of flaring sensation ran through Karen and she shuddered with delight. A hapless smile ran across her face. She had realized he was all the way inside her, his balls nestled in the blonde nest of her pubic hair.

They kissed once more, his tongue tracing patterns inside of her mouth. Bruce was growing excited, finding it more and more difficult to keep up the slow pace of his carefully languid thrusts into Karen. His body was screaming at him to give it to Karen hard and fast, to sate himself on her tightening flesh as quickly as possible.

But to satisfy her, he ignored the shrill voice of his lust and kept up the slow strokes into Karen. Even with his resolve, he would sometimes get carried away and pull himself all the way out of her. This left his heart pounding like a jackhammer inside his broad chest as he awkwardly struggled to get back inside her.

“I’m going to go faster,” he panted. “I can’t keep… holding back…!”

Karen opened her mouth to agree—she wanted more of him, all of him that she could get—but nothing came out, lost in a silent cry as he finally worked his way back into her cunt. She arched her back and Bruce felt her sex flooding with a sudden deluge of her cream. She had reached a thundering orgasm, writhing beneath him, her ass digging into the cushions under her.

“Heh,” Bruce chuckled, taking that as his cue, and slammed into Karen with all of his strength.

“OH FUCK!” Karen cried, her fingernails raking down his back, shredding his armor.

Bruce reached under her, cupping her voluptuous ass both for the pleasure of its feel and to pull her up to him as he hunched over her, plunging down into her sex. He was so aroused he was trembling violently as he rammed into her. Only Karen’s shoulders and feet were left on the chair as he wrenched her up to his body. Looking down, Bruce saw the glistening flesh of her cunt blooming outward every time he pulled out of her, then submit to his thrusting as he entered her once more. His balls slapped loudly against her inner thighs, tightening and preparing to shoot their load into this most receptive container. His brow broke out in sweat, more from the exertion of holding back his orgasm than from the thrusts he was lancing Karen’s body with.

“Fuck me!” Karen cried out hysterically, the sweat flying from her body each time Bruce impaled her. She reached her third orgasm of the night, her eyes bulging as it surpassed even the heightened expectations that her last climax had left her with. She screamed passionately, her legs tightening around Bruce’s waist until he was gasping for breath. It was obvious she could not, would not permit him to stop.

“Faster!” she yelled. “Bruce, Bruce—it’s too good—I’m burning up—I can feel your cockhead in my ass—shit, shit, you’re going right through me—going to split me in half!”

Bruce groaned incessantly, both from the pleasure of her cunt and from the pressure her narrowing legs were putting on his ribs. Still, even seeing his pain, Karen could not help herself. She rocked against him, wanting to feel another such overwhelming orgasm before he released his cum inside her.

Bruce finally gave in and told her of the pain. “Karen,” he gasped out. “You’re crushing me!”

Karen was beyond words. She climaxed once more, throwing her head back and howling like the animal she had become. “You’re perfect, perfect!” she sobbed out, her body filled with the intense sensations of her cunt. They spread out from each thrust Bruce made into her, blanketing her entire body in layer after layer of pleasure. She could feel her body heat rising as each thrust brought her to a new level of satiation, while made her tightening cunt only crave more.

“Karen!” Bruce barked, and brought his right hand up to slap her across the face, first with his palm, then with the back of his hand. Karen’s head flailed from side to side, her hair falling out of its neat part and into a shaggy mop, but she registered no discomfort. To her, the mortal attack was as pleasingly painful as a lovebite.

“Yes!” she cooed. “Yes! Slap me around! Make me your bitch!” And her thighs tightened even more around him, his ribs creaking as her legs became a vise around them.

Despite this, Bruce couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Karen, both because of the pumping flexes of Karen’s grip and because her cunt was too hot, too tight, to pass up. He let out a strangled gurgle and thrust into her up to the hilt, dropping his member deep inside of her before climaxing. The sudden surge of cum inside her drove Karen to orgasm alongside him—her eyes rolled back and her jaw went slack as the pleasure he had brought her had its way with her body. 

Her legs loosened their hold on Bruce, but he couldn’t take advantage of it, not when his pleasure was at its zenith. He grabbed Karen by her lapels, holding onto her as if she were one of the thugs he terrorized as his hips bucked again and again, short but powerful thrusts that sent his enormously engorged prick deep inside of her. His cock jerked, ejaculating in thundering spasms, his thick ropes of semen further lubricating her wet, slippery sex. Karen wept in ecstasy, her legs falling away from Bruce in her complete satiation, and the added relief only made his orgasm more palpable, eking further jets of his cum out of him. Karen sharply gasped as she felt his seed overflow her pussy, her arms and legs falling to either side of the chaise lounge as she felt utter contentment. 

It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure immeasurable, both human and superhuman feeling their systems taxed to the limit. They each thought they would pass out from the trembling surges of ecstasy they felt. 

When it was over, Bruce lay on top of Karen, neither of them able to move. They were barely able to breathe. Bruce’s head dropped into the deep valley of Karen’s breasts, exposed by the famous cut-out in her costume, and he heard her heartbeat hammering away. For all her strength and stamina, this had been as strenuous for her as lifting a half-ton weight would be for him.

He remained hard inside her, as if the aching of his bruised ribs with every breath were an arousing caress, stripping him of his exhaustion and replacing it with fiery lust.

“I need more,” Karen said suddenly, and Bruce felt her womanhood clenching on his member, her pelvis making familiar motions up to him.

Bruce wrapped her in his arms and rolled them over, placing her on top as he reclined under her. “Safer this way,” he said, and gave his hips a twitch upward to bounce her in his lap, like a horseman spurring his mount to direct the pace he wanted set.