Marry The Beyond update

Terry spaced out—the next thing he knew he was in a bathroom so elegant it might as well have been a Turkish bath, a heavy throw rug in the center of the floor. He recognized Talia al Ghul in front of him, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe that contrasted deliciously with her dusky skin, hanging loosely from her lush curves and providing a snowy backdrop to the dark-chocolate hair that fell around her shoulders. Apparently just out of the shower, the wet gloss of her hair still hung in front of one eye, veiling it like she was an old-fashioned 2D star.

“Terry, you’re just in time,” Talia purred in her luscious accent, as rich as her voluptuous flesh. “I’m fresh out of the shower. And isn’t a thing best enjoyed when it’s fresh?”

She opened her bathrobe, revealing herself from her bare breasts to her lustrous pubic hair to her long, caramel legs. Decadent. That was the only way to think about her. Like a thick, creamy chocolate cake, every mouthful moist and filling and juicy.

Terry knelt down on the rug between her mocha-colored thighs and rounded his hands over her hips, cupping the abundant curvature of her ass. Then he molded his mouth to the lips of her sex and sucked, sliding his tongue up and down her hot, swollen slit.

“Unnnh!” A wave of lust passed over Talia’s beautiful face as she felt Terry inside her, probing the incongruous candy-pink of her sex. “That’s good, Terry!” She thrust her hands behind his head, holding him to her pussy. “Eat my pussy—I can see how much you’re enjoying it! Enjoy it until you’ve made me come!” 

Terry could not resist—he could barely hold himself back from surging up and impaling Talia then and there. As it was, he rocked his hips, fucking his stiff cock through the air as he savored the taste of Talia’s sex. She was wet and delicious; it was no wonder even Bruce had been tempted by this well-perfumed cunt.

His hands kneaded and massaged her ass, squeezing her cheeks until they were almost bruised. Pulling at his wrists, Talia convinced his hands to roam over her naked body, and Terry did. He devoured her frothing sex as his hands discovered her full breasts, cupping them, teasing the stiffening nipples.

“Hnnnnm! Yes, Terry, it feels so good!” Talia shook her head around mindlessly, throwing her hair around until wet strands of it were clinging to her cheeks, giving a savage aspect to her oh-so-cultured sensuality. “Suck harder!” Grabbing his head again, she rolled her hips against his face, fucking herself on his licking tongue. “I know you love the taste of this cunt!”

Terry held onto the heft of Talia’s left breast, feeling it jiggle and bounce from the ripples of pleasure his tongue was sending through her body. He reached around a toned thigh with his right hand, pushing between the splayed cheeks of her ass and touching her aching cunt from behind.

Talia shrieked as she felt his fingers join his tongue inside her, pushing in up to the knuckles while his tongue lapped at her stingingly erect clit. He kissed it as his fingers pumped back and forth, spreading the slippery lips of her labia.

“I’m gonna come!” Talia wrenched at his hair, almost as if trying to put a stop to the endless intensity of what she was feeling, but Terry ignored the pain. “My pussy’s so hot! Eat me, Terry, eat my clit!”

Terry wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it hard. He rhythmically stroked her cunt with his fingers while his tongue slid over the hood of her pink, sensitive bud.

Talia’s face reddened as her expression contorted in a grimace of ecstasy so immense that she had to endure it. “Coming, Terry! Oh fuck, keep sucking me! My cunt is going off! It’s because of you! It’s all you!”

The spasms exploded deep in her loins, making Talia’s  flesh tingle and throb as the honey of her satisfaction poured out of her. Terry tasted her juices and moaned contentedly as he swallowed them, fingering and kissing and licking her sex as it climaxed for him.

The spasms slowly subsided. Gasping and panting for air, Talia fell to a sit atop the room’s toilet, her perfect body and extravagantly satisfied sexuality so ill-fitting the earthy setting she’d found herself in that it almost struck Terry as perverse. No—perverse was what they’d just done. This was ridiculous, ironic, as silly as—

As an old man in a young woman’s body.

Terry stood up suddenly, thinking of how he’d last seen Talia al Ghul. She’d been hot, but she’d had some British-ass old dude in her head. Not only that, she, he, had died. So what was she doing here, now, having him go down on her? And what was he doing here? The last thing he remembered, vaguely, was Ten’s mother Donna… but then how the hell had he ended up in bed (or wherever) with her?

“Take me, boy,” Talia said. She—or whatever she was—was staring excitedly at his hardened manhood. “I want that magnificent prick inside me!”

For a moment, it was tempting. He could almost believe that he was wrong about the whole thing, misremembering, thinking of a dream he’d had or something. But no, he was sure. His gut told him to be sure. Terry forced himself to think, calling on all the mind palace bullshit Bruce had ever taught him to keep his wits as his physical arousal seemed inescapable—mounting despite his will.

This felt like all those stories Bruce had told him about being trapped in one of the Mad Hatter’s simulations, only that technology had been destroyed long ago. Too dangerous to be let out into the open. In fact, the only person Terry could think of who had anything like that—

Spellbinder.

Now he remembered. He’d been on a camping trip with the girls, left in his Batsuit to force a confrontation with whoever was after him, then at some point there’d been a bright flash of light and…

He was in one of Spellbinder’s illusions. Obviously, Ira Billings had upgraded his tech, and it was a stroke of genius to have it center around fucking. Most people wouldn’t question their reality if it had a naked Talia al Ghul in it—but Terry supposed most people hadn’t had such a weirdo experience with the real thing.

“Terry, please,” Talia said—not that she sounded like the real thing, more like a bimbo in one of the holo-vids he was supposed to keep far away from Matt. “I need it…”

He had to think. He doubted a small-timer like Spellbinder—the man had conned high school kids into stealing from their parents, for God’s sake—had the technological know-how to actually get him out of his suit. The thing was well-protected, it probably would’ve barbecued the guy a half-dozen times over the moment he started tampering with it. So it stood to reason that Terry was still inside the suit.

Terry pawed at his bare chest. It didn’t feel like he was wearing anything. He was no Bruce, but he’d been at this long enough to figure that Spellbinder had found a way to hijack the entire nervous system through the brain’s visual cortex. But if he was still in the suit, he could hopefully still trigger some of its functions through nerve impulses. He just had to concentrate and—

Suddenly, the room Terry was in was full of the flares and chaffs flying out of his suit, like he was fireworks shop going up in flames. It wasn’t a bathroom, it was some kind of boarded-up storefront—he could see Spellbinder reeling away from him, his hypno-eyeball hovering in the air above him like a helium balloon.

Terry took no chances, launching a discus from his wrist. It shattered the eyeball like a snowglobe fallen from a second-story window, leaving Spellbinder defenseless as Terry lunged at him and dropped him with a hard right.

Looking at Spellbinder’s sprawled form, Terry saw that he had a vial and a long cotton swab in his hands, the kind used to take a DNA sample from a perp’s cheek in old TV shows. And the only part of Terry’s body that his suit exposed was the mouth.

No wonder Talia had been so enthusiastic about cunnilingus.

“You sick fuck,” Terry growled, kicking Spellbinder in the ribs. Spellbinder let go of the sampling kit and Terry stomped the pieces underfoot, grinding them into the dust. He doubted the samples would be much good after that. “What’s the plan, huh? Get a sample of my DNA, run it through the national database, find my secret identity—“ He kicked Spellbinder again, knocking him into what had once been this store’s sales counter. “Sell it to the highest bidder? Why not just kill me yourself? Not enough of a percentage in it for you?”

“You’ve got it—“ Spellbinder paused as Terry ripped his mask off, then clawed through the chest of his suit, barely stopping at his groin. Terry wanted to disable any tech Spellbinder had on him—not necessarily his reproductive organs.

“Well?” Terry demanded. “You can start talking or I can take my own DNA sample.” He flashed his claws again.

Spellbinder spilled fast, like any garbage bag did when it ruptured. “You’ve got it all wrong. I wasn’t going to kill anyone, I’m not some assassin. I got high school kids to steal from their parents, for Christ’s sake.”

Under his mask, Terry quirked an eyebrow. “So why?”

“Because someone’s paying me to, obviously! Someone on the streets is offering big yen for the Batman’s DNA, no questions asked. Most seem to want your blood, but—“ Spellbinder gestured to himself. Through his rent costume, his chest was scrawny, almost malnourished. “I’m not exactly the physical type. I thought brains would triumph over brawn. Guess working in a high school should’ve taught me better, huh?”

“Most?” Terry asked. “Who else took the contract?”

Spellbinder grinned, as if enjoying the thought of Batman in the crosshairs. “Oh, you know, just Curare, Stalker, Shriek—Inque.”

So Shriek had been after his blood. That would explain the rampage he’d gone on. Inque, though—that was new. Everyone else was present and accounted for, but if Inque wasn’t, it was a sure bet she had something more tricky planned. He’d have to look into her. 

Spellbinder’s smile widened. “Yeah. Nice odds, huh? Maybe you should just let me have a sample and call it a night. I’d get my money and you can go back to fighting Jokerz in the ghetto.”

“As tempting as it is to spit in your face—“ Terry knocked Spellbinder out with a right hook, then cuffed him and tagged him with an RFID chip to signal the GCPD. Even if this wasn’t their turf, he was guessing they’d pass on the location of a wanted fugitive to the nearest law enforcement, and that would be Billings out of his hair.

Terry noticed his HUD was back online, or at least he was seeing it again, like an old friend. He also saw the time. He’d been out half the night—probably Spellbinder taking his time moving him to this place from wherever he’d been captured, then angling for a sample. He’d have to hurry and get back before any of the happy campers realized he’d been gone.

***

Dana woke up horny.

With the foursome, it was no wonder she’d had a wet dream. She opened her eyes, disappointed that Terry couldn’t scratch her itch, and then realized there was no reason he couldn’t. She wasn’t in her own bed, far from him and his muscles and his prick. She was in a sleeping bag, right next to—

He was gone.

For a moment, Dana was incredulous. There was no way he could’ve found a way to stand her up in the middle of the night on a camping trip, was there? Then she thought he must’ve gone to take a leak or—something. She got up, throwing her coat on over her naked body, and went outside to look around for him. He was nowhere in sight. Dana could only conclude that, in one of his bipolar fits of thoughtfulness, he had decided to trek a long way from the tent to avoid either waking them up or grossing them out. She could understand that. Now that she and Blade and Chelsea were familiar with one of his bodily fluids, he would be even more shy about turning them off by introducing them to another.

She was still really horny, though. She thought of waking up Blade or Chelsea—or both—for a little afterparty, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. They deserved a good night’s sleep. Besides, as paradoxical as it sounded, that would feel too much like cheating. Which freaked her out a little; having had a foursome, she had no idea why she would be feeling so prudish now.

Where was Terry? Dana didn’t know when he had left, but it seemed like it must have been a while ago—his side of the sleeping bag had been cool, hadn’t it? Yes… it had. Maybe he’d gone out to taken a dump and fallen down a ravine, or been hit by a boulder, or…

Or maybe he’d woken up all grody from pleasing the three of them and decided he needed to rinse off. Chelsea and Blade had told Dana all about how guys loved a post-fuck shower way more than a good cuddle. And in lieu of a shower, Terry would probably hike down to the hot springs for a dip, just like he had when Blade had made a pass at him.

Dana smiled wickedly as she thought of getting Terry alone and succeeding where Blade had failed. Bobbi thought she was such hot stuff, but Terry was her boyfriend. She’d show them why. She’d wake them up howling at the moon if she could.

Dana grabbed her pack. Her birth control was in there and again she felt too prudish to go down to the water carrying her sex stuff in her hand. It was a feeling that was starting to bother her. If she wanted sex, why was she so anxious about people knowing that? Old habits die hard, she guessed.

Going down to the hot spring, she found no sign of Terry, but at least the steam coming off the warm water heated her up after the nippy trip. It was actually pretty relaxing. And arousing. Dana considered again going to wake her two girlfriends up, but again she demurred. Not because she was prim or proper or anything, but because it would be rude to interrupt their beauty sleep. Though it wasn’t like either of them needed it—God, they were good-looking. Dana reached down between her legs and finally rubbed her pussy, giving herself that much satisfaction at least.

Then she remembered she’d packed her vibrator.

Dana rummaged around in her pack until she found it, sitting down on a moss-slick boulder near the water and opening her parka. She definitely felt exposed, but in a wonderfully naughty way. This far from civilization, there was no chance anyone would see her who she wasn’t already intimate with, so why not celebrate that freedom and get herself off in the open air, under the moon and the stars? 

She keyed the vibrator into motion and pressed it against her sex. It felt good. It felt very good. Not as good as Blade, or Chelsea, or both, but—Dana smiled—she had packed this hoping that Terry would use it on her, but she’d been too nervous to bring it up. Now she speared the vibrator into her slit, as if she could make up for her earlier cowardice. Had she even been satisfied during the foursome, or had she just called it quits because she didn’t want to admit how horny she really was? Maybe she could’ve gotten Terry to fuck her again. To fuck her again and again and—

Dana wiggled her hips on the thrusting vibrator, her pussy twitching convulsively around it. As she came, she squeezed the base of the dildo. A small compartment inside dispensed a thick, creamy foam through the center of the vibrator, the substance expanding as it shot out in warm jets, filling her pussy just like Terry’s cum. It wasn’t the same, but it was close. So close.

Her climax left her limp and relaxed, albeit with a bit of an ache from knowing it wasn’t ‘real’—a lingering disappointment with herself, as if her consideration or random luck had been Dana knowingly stopping herself from enjoying sex with Terry or either of the girls. It wasn’t her fault that her boyfriend was MIA, or that she was too polite to wake someone up just for a quickie. 

Desperate to reaffirm her sexuality, she took the inactive vibrator in her mouth to clean it off, the foam being completely edible, even low-fat. The vibrator was a very useful gadget to have around when you needed to feel a cock in your pussy.

Still, there was nothing like Terry. She hoped that now that they’d reached this new plateau of physical intimacy, this night would just be a hiccup. From now on, she wanted a plentiful supply of the real—

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Dana!” a gruff, but familiar, voice said. 

Dana’s eyes opened wide. As impossible as it seemed, Batman was standing right there, gazing at her nakedness. In fact, he stood rooted to the spot, and though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel his gaze burning into her. And she could see his erection straining against the bottom half of his costume.

“I heard you and I thought you were… in trouble… but you’re not…” Batman said haltingly. Dana thought he was trying to look away, but couldn’t manage it. That was flattering. Dana opened up her parka a bit more. Now he couldn’t even try to look somewhere else.

“Aren’t I?” Dana asked him.

This felt right all of a sudden—like the universe giving her a chance to make up for how timid she’d been. Forget Terry, forget Blade, forget Chelsea. She could fuck Batman: always Gotham’s most eligible bachelor.

She tapped the vibrator against her chest, drawing Batman’s attention to how ripely her breasts jiggled. “Some people say it’s good to be open and honest about sex. I think it’s good.”

Batman tried averting his eyes again, but he only got as far as her wet cunt. “Maybe I should go,” he mumbled.

“Don’t leave,” Dana said, slipping the vibrator into a pocket of her coat. “Come talk to me.”

Batman took a step closer to her which seemed almost involuntary. Dana fixed him with her most sultry look and then crooked a finger at him; about as sexual as she could get without outright miming a blowjob. But it was enough. He slowly crossed over to her.

“I’ve always been a fan,” she said. “You turn me on some—maybe you noticed.”

Now she really was being a slut, but she didn’t care. She’d been attracted to Batman since she was a little girl and she couldn’t help it if Terry was God knows where and she needed cock. Yes, it felt like a need now, like she was addicted to it, the more she got, the more she needed, and if Terry wasn’t here, it was his own fault for giving her this need and then falling through. 

Boldly, she reached out to his groin. Batman was as stiff as a statue. In more ways than one.

“Are you as turned on as I am?” Dana asked, running her fingertips over the bulge between his legs. “Yeah… I think I feel something in there. I think I feel a lot of something.” She giggled and pressed down on the hardness. It throbbed. “No doubt about it, there’s a big cock right there. I want it.” She looked up at him, standing over her. Dana brought her arms together to cup her breasts higher, as if offering them up to him. “Don’t you want to give it to me?”

She shed the parka altogether, hearing the plink of the vibrator in her pocket as it tapped against the rock that the coat fell against. She didn’t care. She had the real thing now.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” she asked him, giving him a crazy smile for the crazy thing she was doing. She knew nothing about him. Not his face, not even his name. He could’ve been a murderer, a psychopath. And her ass squirmed around as she thought of just how dangerous he might be.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Batman said, a huskiness in his voice that Dana didn’t think was the standard grittiness. I’m turning on the Batman, she thought hysterically to herself. I’m getting him all fucking hard!

“Then lose the utility belt and let me see your prick,” she said, biting her lip at the thought of it. “Leave the suit on, leave the mask on—but give me your cock.”

He hesitated. Dana could’ve sworn he was blushing. Fuck him, his loss, she thought vindictively, as if her frustration with Terry was coming around to Batman. Which wasn’t fair; it’s not like Batman IS Terry. But she picked up her coat and got out the vibrator and turned it on. She let Batman hear it buzz. She let him see her saliva coating it from where she’d licked off her own juices.

“I guess I’ll just have to use this,” she said. “We can think of it as your sidekick.”

“I don’t need a sidekick,” Batman said firmly. He tilted his head to the right, something clicked at the crotch of his suit, then he reached down into a join in the costume that seemed invisible to her. From there, he unzipped his fly.

Dana’s eyes were glued to his zipper as he pulled it all the way down, and she clenched at the sight of his massive erection. It stood out straight and hard, the tip brimming with precum, dripping as he aimed it at her. Dana was so turned on that she was practically stunned, running the vibrator over her cunt to sate her lust, as if she had to make do with it again, as if that big cock couldn’t be real. She could only stare—a foot long, easily a foot long. And Batman stroked it while he stared at her naked body.

“Sit down,” she mewled, patting the boulder beside her ass. “Oh, shit, I’m a lucky woman…”

“Most women wouldn’t say that, if a dangerous vigilante were pointing his dick at them.”

Dana wantonly jerked the vibrator in and out of her hot pussy, knowing it was pointless, knowing his prick would be so much better—she couldn’t stop. “Depends on how well-hung the vigilante is, I guess. And how dangerous he is… I want to suck you. Is that dangerous?”

“Depends on how jealous your boyfriend is,” Batman replied.

“Who says I have a boyfriend?” Dana asked, smirking cheekily.

Batman seemed taken aback. “Anyone as hot as you has to have someone.”

“I have this,” Dana said, holding up the vibrator. Then dropping it. “But I don’t need it anymore. I have you.”

She pulled him to her so that her straddled her chest, his cockhead grazing her mouth. Then, grabbing his waist, she rubbed her face all over his shaft, his balls, running her lips up his length to the tip of his glans and staring up at him to see if he was catching just how big his cock was compared to the minute symmetry of her face. 

His erection felt lovely against her skin, warming and throbbing. She ran her hands over his muscular ass, his thighs, his belly, the costume feeling strange to the touch, erotically foreign, a kinky contrast to the very human dick she sucked inside her mouth. 

His balls slapped against her chin as he fucked her face.

Dana reached down to her pussy and rubbed herself, her clit, her pussy. The vibrator might’ve been designed for this, but hands were better for it. She couldn’t have anything in the way right now. She ground her ass down onto the mossy rock, smearing her ass with its grass stains. She was fucking him, she was fucking herself, I’m a fucker, I’m a fucker, she thought ecstatically. It felt even better than the foursome. That was dirty, this was wrong. 

She stroked his cock, sucked his knob, squeezed his scrotum. And gave into the last little urge of self-recrimination pulling her away from this. “I have a boyfriend, but it’s an open-ended thing. He’d probably get off on this,” she moaned before gulping down his entire erection.

“You said a mouthful,” Batman replied, though Dana was in no state to hear him.

Chelsea Cunningham, on the other hand, did.