Gotham Among Other Gods update

Artemis was faltering. Maxie Zeus’s followers were swarming all over her and her partner, too many to believe, and she was steadily weakening as she tried to protect the mortal Helena from the worst of the attacks. Not that Helena wasn’t holding up. She didn’t have Artemis’s strength, her stamina, yet she was still fighting a virtual army with sheer force of will, even if Artemis was safeguarding her from the heavy weapons Zeus’s men would use to end this fight in a heartbeat if they could. 

Then, just as Artemis began to seriously doubt they would be getting out of this one, reinforcements arrived. Tim and Cassie, wearing the latest Teen Titans armor, entered the fray. Tim swung in from one side on a de-cel cord, while Cassie barreled into the mob from the other side. They worked their way to Artemis and Helena in the middle, effectively throwing the attackers into disarray. Time sped up again. What felt like hours of fighting must’ve been only several minutes. Now, as they mopped the cultists up, the process seemed over in seconds. 

“Just what I should’ve brought in the first place,” Artemis said, glancing appreciatively at Cassie. “An Amazon.”

“You mean a Bat,” Helena said, ruffling Tim’s hair as if he weren’t now as old as she’d been when first starting out. “How are the kids?”

“With Carrie at the manor,” Tim said. He looked over the scattered unconscious bodies left behind by the cultists’ retreat. “Any idea what they were guarding?”

“Has to be this,” Artemis said. Shining in the dark room like another light source was a golden apple. She and Cassie traded a look.

Tim and Helena were no slouches when it came to culture, but there was knowing about the golden apples and having an almost instinctual Amazon emotional response when it came to them. Artemis took a heavy evidence bag out of one pocket and wrapped the apple up in it before tossing it to Cassie.

“Huntress and I still have work to do,” she said. “Mind looking after that until Batman comes up with something to do with it?”

“No problem,” Tim said. “Cassie and I were just about to call it a night.”

“Iceberg Lounge is open,” Helena said. “If you’re in the mood to trash a hotel room.”

***

The Iceberg Lounge turned out to be perfect for Tim and Cassie’s needs. Close enough to the action for them to be able to swoop in again if an emergency came up, but almost as secure as the manor. Oswald Cobblepot had fled the city not minutes after the crisis, but his reputation was still so fearsome that few people dared trying to loot the abandoned, locked down Iceberg Lounge. Tim, of course, had no problem picking the locks and giving himself and Cassie a VIP room. 

Cassie stepped through the front door and was shocked at just how luxurious a place could be. She knew Tim was well-off, and she had grown up comfortably middle-class—they’d both agreed to live frugally and do their best to keep their kids from being spoiled rotten. But there was a waterbed in the room that was practically a swimming pool, and Cassie laid down on it like she’d been waiting all her life to embrace its softness.

She felt Tim’s eyes on her, and looked up at him as he secured the door behind them. He evidently didn’t see a problem with cheating on their responsible lifestyle either. Or with staring at her in all the intensity his Bat-brain could muster.

“What?” Cassie asked him.

“I just can never get over how good you fit into that uniform.”

“Oh really?” she asked him, rolling over to hide her breasts under her body and reveal the skintight covering over her ass, which she accentuated by arching her back to raise her hips up. “Which is your favorite? Front or back?”

“I can’t pick,” Tim told her. “I have to have both.”

He was walking up to her, lust written all over his face. He took off his mask as if he wanted to show her even more of it, let her see it in her eyes. She grabbed hold of him, kissing him, reaching down to rub his prick through his trousers. It throbbed at her touch, beginning to push against its confines in his trunks, and Cassie wickedly encouraged its growth. She slipped and slid her fingers over his codpiece as she searched for the hidden zipper. Even after all their years together, the Bats were so damn paranoid that Cassie had a hard time finding the catches on their armor, just getting Tim out of it…

She stopped kissing Tim to look more intently, and found a stiffness going through him. She looked him in the eyes again and found them clouding over with disinterest. Cassie gave up, letting him go, and he stepped away from her as he began taking off his costume himself. Cassie took off her own costume, feeling disappointed and embarrassed. Why couldn’t he ever take the initiative? On the rare occasions they made love, she practically had to masturbate herself with him—she might as well buy a dildo.

What she didn’t know was that Tim had been so stunned with the pleasure Cassie had given him, and his own responding lust, that he couldn’t have spoken. He’d loved it when she’d felt him up and kissed him, hoping that she would keep going and play with his cock as she was evidently trying to. But then she’d quit so suddenly, proving to him that she was frigid.

Both were feeling frustrated and sullen as they crawled under the covers in their undergarments. Tim remembered Cassie squealing with joy when he’d fucked her, before the kids at least, and he wondered almost jealously why she didn’t respond like that to him anymore.

Cassie remembered Tim going down on her, eating her out expertly, and angrily thought to herself that if he’d just do that some more, before he started pumping her on the rare occasions when he did fuck her, that they’d probably have another kid on the way. And she was still horny, despite the silent prickliness she now felt. She loved her kids, she would never leave Tim as long as he was a good father to him—but—but it was ridiculous to go to sleep unfulfilled when there was a perfectly good man with her, one who could satisfy her if he really wanted to. She decided neither of them had any excuse. She would ask for it, for her right as a married woman, and if he didn’t give it to her, then that was on him, not her.

“I haven’t been fucked right in ages,” she said.

Tim leapt up blearily—she’d thought that would get his attention. He turned on the nightstand lamp and Cassie spared a moment to enjoy the sight of the light spilling over his bare chest, with its chiseled musculature leading up to the handsome features of his face. If just finding him attractive was enough to get her off, they’d have no problems at all.

“It’s not that I don’t love you or that I’m not attracted to you,” she continued. “There’s just never any foreplay, and it’s over too quick. You don’t do anything to arouse me, you just start fucking me, almost like it’s a chore for you. Why don’t you take your time, really turn me on? Don’t you enjoy it? It’s like you want to get it over with as fast as possible.”

There. She’d said it. Tim was silent. Cassie trembled, wondering if he was angry, if it had been a mistake to speak up. Of course, she wasn’t worried about him harming her, just about doing some irreparable harm to their relationship, damaging his feelings with a cruelty she hadn’t meant instead of just being open and honest with him. 

Finally, Tim sat up against the headboard. She couldn’t tell what he felt. He was always so closed off. She’d gotten used to it from him, that it was just so often the way he was, but at times like these, she wished he was easier to read.

“Cassie,” he said, “since we’re being honest—I thought you wanted it over as soon as possible. I love being with you, I love your body, but whenever we have sex, you’re always so cold. You don’t move, you don’t make any noise… I don’t see the point in going all out for someone who just wants it to be over and done with.”

“I don’t want it over and done with! I just don’t want to… embarrass you.”

“Embarrass me?” Tim asked.

“You know. Gasping. Sobbing. Grabbing hold of you. Saying… saying dirty things. Acting like some kind of bitch in heat. I’d become the mother of your child. I didn’t want to keep—” Cassie waved her hands. “I know you don’t like that. If you were, you’d be with someone like Ravager…”

“Cassie, I like you. And if you start acting like, what…”

“A bitch in heat,” Cassie provided, thinking of how vocal she could be when she masturbated, really enjoying herself but trying desperately to keep the noise down so that cool, cerebral Tim wouldn’t see her as vulgar. 

“A bitch in heat,” Tim repeated with a little chuckle. “Cassie, you’re about the most dignified, elegant woman I’ve ever met who isn’t, well, a literal god. If you start panting and moaning like that, I’d consider it a job well done on my part.”

Cassie found herself blushing eagerly. She pulled her sheets down from her chest. “Then do your job. Play with me. Start with my breasts and play all you want. I’ll enjoy it—and I’ll let you know.”

Tim certainly didn’t mind the job. Cassie had some of the biggest, fullest breasts he’d ever seen, standing out powerfully from her chest in snowy paleness, capped with dainty pink nipples like an exclamation point on the rich creaminess of her cleavage. He cupped her breasts eagerly, fondling them in his squeezing, massaging hands.

“Don’t just touch them,” Cassie said. “I want your mouth, Tim. I want your tongue. Like you used to do.”

Tim almost couldn’t believe it would do much for the frigid creature he’d so long believed his wife to be, but he tried, kissing her warm breasts all over. The nipples popped out, seeming even brighter in their exciting pinkness, and he tickled them with his long wet tongue. To his astonishment, Cassie jumped and gasped with sudden pleasure—her nipples had to be shockingly sensitive. And she had to be enjoying it very much.

“Yes, lick my nipples, that’s it!” Cassie panted. “Suck them, Tim!”

Thrilled by her words, Tim placed his mouth on her left nipple and sucked on it lightly. It was, as always, sweet as sugar, petal-soft and honeyed with the beginnings of her sweat. He began to suck hungrily on it, soaking it in his saliva and lashing it with his tongue.

“Oooooh, yes!” Cassie squealed. “Yes, baby, that’s good!”

He considered the possibility that she was faking it, until her soft little nipple became erect, throbbing inside his lips. That couldn’t be faked. His skin broke out in excited goosebumps as he released the little bud which he’d left so stiff and sucked on her other nipple. It became pulsing and hard in no time. Cassie was panting and sighing, seeming to enjoy having her breasts played with so much that it was almost unbearable for her.

“Ohhhh, Tim, that’s so good, so nice,” she sighed. “That’s what I need, not a quick fuck. Just give me a little time and I’ll be wet for you. You’ll make me wet.”

“What else should I do?” Tim asked, now excited to be sharing in this almost occultly naughty ritual of preparing Cassie for sex.

Cassie eyed him wickedly. “You really want to turn me on? Let me play with you some. You have no idea how hot that makes me.”

“If you say so,” Tim said doubtfully. Cassie had hardly ever touched him since they’d had the baby. He figured it was because she didn’t want to, that she disliked touching him as much as she disliked being touched. But now, she said she found it arousing…

Cassie had waited a long time to touch Tim. She looked down hungrily at the crisp brown of his pubic hairs, his long, blue-veined manhood. Saliva rushed to her mouth. It all looked shockingly satiating. She didn’t know where to begin. Eagerly she bent over Tim’s lap, thrusting her face down to his groin. Her gleaming pink tongue slipped from her mouth and slid over the silky soft flesh of his member. She’d always enjoying licking Tim’s prick, and it was even tastier than she remembered. She lapped her tongue over and across it, making it gleam with her saliva as it stirred and began to grow hard.

Tim gave a snort of pleased surprise. “Cassie, honey,” he gasped, “where did you learn how to do that?”

“Practicing on you, remember?” Cassie replied simply. “It’s just like riding a bike,” she added before returning to noisily mouthing his prick.

Tim looked down at her in growing surprise and equally growing pleasure as she happily licked at his firming member, her saliva flowing eagerly down its growing length. She really did like it. So much so that he was now shocked she had ever managed to abstain from sucking cock. She looked like she was just about addicted to it.

But licking wasn’t what Cassie was addicted to; it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted to do a lot more. Now emboldened by how much he’d clearly enjoyed her attentions, she dipped her head lowered and slapped her pretty pink tongue against his dangling scrotum, making his flaccid testes flop and bounce around at the end of her lapping tongue.

“Awww, Christ, yeah!” Tim gasped. “Lick my balls, Cassie! Show me how much you love them!

He lay back and watched in astonishment as the effortlessly sensual Cassie did just that, licking and lashing and kissing his balls like she needed them to live. The slick heat of her tongue seemed to be all over his scrotum at once, bathing its sensitivity in her fiery spit, tickling into the wrinkles of his sack, giving him hot bunts of passion as her tongue pressed into his balls. He would’ve thought she’d be shocked and offended if he asked for a blowjob, but clearly, the only thing that could offend her was being stopped from sucking his dick. 

Cassie was drooling all over his balls, licking and tonguing them so hard she could barely open her eyes to look up at Tim and share the pleasure she was feeling. Her golden-blonde head dipped even lower and Tim felt his balls being sucked into her boiling mouth, both at once, as Cassie looked up at him, eyes saying that her dizzying pleasure equaled his own.

“AHHH!” Tim yelled. “Yeah, baby, suck my balls! That’s great! Nnngh!”

Cassie was glad he approved; it’d been so long since she’d sucked on them that she was worried he’d grown to dislike it, the same way he’d apparently disliked all but the briefest of sexual interludes with her. But the impulse to suck his balls right into her mouth was so strong that she just had to it, and now she was mouthing his fat testes, sucking them steadily with gentle gulps of her throat, stroking the lined skin of his scrotum with her tongue. And Tim seemed to love it, moaning and sighing with each little change in pressure.

“Oh, Jesus!” he keened. “That’s incredible!”

Cassie thought he was saying that just to make her feel good, but she could feel his saliva-drenched balls slowly beginning to swell and throb, a reaction he couldn’t very well fake. Soon his throbbing testes were too fat to stay in her mouth, and she reluctantly released them to switch to his prick.

“Hnnnmm!” Tim gasped as she dove down onto his manhood. It felt like forever since Cassie had sucked his cock, so how could he not be taken by surprise when she suddenly seized his engorged cockhead inside her lips and ravenously sucked all of his length into her warm mouth. His cock seemed to plunge into a mixture of blazing heat and soothing wetness as Cassie took him into her throat, all the way to his swollen balls.

“MMMMM!” Cassie moaned, his mouth stuffed with Tim’s very appreciative meat.

It was a moment she’d almost dreamed of, getting to take her husband’s cock deep into her mouth and suck it hard enough to fuck her. Now she was unable to control her sizzling urge to suckle at him like a lollipop. She loved the salty taste of his cock, its flavor and wet scent filling all of her senses, making her drool uncontrollably as she smelled its pungent aroma and gurgle happily as she sucked down fresh tastes of it over and over again.

“Oh, Christ!” Tim moaned. “That’s great, Cassie—I didn’t know—that you liked it so much—liked my cock so much. I love what you’re doing, Cassie, love it!”

All this time his modest, frigid wife had been dying to suck his prick, but he’d been too blind to see it. There was no faking the excitement Cassie clearly felt. As her head bounced up and down on his lap, her golden hair swirling about her like the sun rising and setting, he could feel her saliva pooling in his matted pubic hair, see her beautiful body flushing pink all over.

“Rnnnnn!” Cassie growled, feeling pangs of lust slap directly against her sex, it felt like, as she sensed Tim’s cock doubling in her mouth, precum twitching and burning onto her tongue. He was becoming long and thick and hard before her eyes, the perfect lover, with his big knob pushing right into her throat. She took it eagerly, greedily sucking and slurping down every drop of precum he gave her.

“Oh, Jesus, that’s fucking good!” Tim gasped. He could hardly believe that his quiet, modest wife had his erection down her throat, sucking on it until his swollen balls were against her chin. She was giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Her boiling mouth and sucking throat were threatening to make him come already. “Cassie, you’d better quit! I’m gonna come!”

Cassie showed no sign of caring, or even of hearing him, her throat clutching at his deeply buried prick as she plunged herself up and down his manhood, massaging every inch of it with the gagging entrance to her throat. She let out a moan that was half anticipatory, half satisfied, and Tim knew she was craving his cum far too much to care that he’d be left flaccid after.

“Ahhhh! I’m gonna shoot!” Tim cried, getting an overjoyed groan from Cassie in response as she relished the prospect. His cock lurched heavily. “Unnnh!” His boiling cum poured out of him, splattering into Cassie’s throat or spilling out of her lips as her mouth charged up and down his length, taking his ejaculations here or there. 

She loved feeling his seed being pumped into her mouth, and she sucked for every drop he would give her. When Tim was empty, Cassie lifted herself up, looked Tim in the eye, and swallowed his jism before licking more of it from her lips. She gave him a glowing smile as she fingered spills of cum off her chin and licked those away too.

“Jesus, Cassie,” Tim panted. “It feels like I’ve been wanting you to do that to me for years.”

“And it feels like you haven’t come once in all that time,” Cassie laughed, smacking her lips. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for, Tim. And we will. As soon as you’re hard again.”

“Why wait?” Tim asked her. “You’re wet right now. And, if I recall, delicious…”

He dipped her down onto her back and drew her shapely legs far apart. Cassie trembled with both the lustful pleasure of having swallowed his cum, still feeling its warmth in her belly, and her spiking anticipation of what was to come. At some point during her pregnancy, Tim had stopped going down on her, and she’d interpreted whatever concern he was showing as being a lack of interest. But now she knew just how avidly he wanted to thrust his face into her red-hot sex and use his tongue deep inside her.

She watched his thick, dark hair mesh with her golden pubic hair as his mouth lowered to her groin, and then she felt his tongue snaking over the slippery hill of her clitoris. He did it just the way she liked it, whipping and caressing and kissing her little bump hard and fast, almost brutally, but the intensity stopping just short of actual pain, leaving her with dizzying pleasure. She couldn’t help the burst of her excited juices that flowed out of her, soaking his face. His wetly tickling tongue followed the path of her cream, licking and lapping all over her excited sex.

“Ooooo, Tim, yes!” she wailed as he eagerly mouthed her buzzing clit, her fat labia lips, and the gushing entrance to her passage. Everywhere his tongue visited, Cassie screamed with delight, clawing at the bed as she helplessly gave her cream up to his endlessly searching tongue. “Yes, I love it! I’ve always loved it! This is what I’ve always needed! This is where your tongue belongs! Oh God! Shit! Eat my cunt!”

Tim could’ve grinned if his mouth weren’t so busy—all it took to turn reserved, logical Cassie into the wild woman of every man’s fantasy was a little working of his lips and tongue against her. He could only imagine how she’d react when he finally entered her, once she’d been properly prepared. If all it took was a few licks to make her into this wanton sex goddess, than she’d be getting all the sex she could handle. Only it wouldn’t just take the few pumps he needed to get off at his quickest and most apologetic. No, from now on, he would take his time with Cassie. He would fuck her until he was fully and completely satisfied—and from what he was learning of Cassie, even that might be enough.

Luckily, there was always her asshole left for afterward. In fact, he felt like exploring the possibility right now. He ducked his head still lower and wiggled his slick tongue right up into Cassie’s bittersweet anus. She shrieked and rose up in the air, letting out a hoarse moan of delight that seemed to hold her up until it finally ended half-a-minute later, and she crashed back down again. After a quick gasp of breath, she moaned again to reward his tongue working deeper into her heatedly clinging ass.

“Oh! MMM!” she cried. “No, this is where your tongue belongs! Yes! Yesss!”

Tim couldn’t believe it; it was like all his fantasies had come true, replacing the buttoned down librarian he’d become accustomed to with a completely wanton temptress who writhed and moaned and hungered for his touch, who let him know in loving detail how much she enjoyed being fucked. And Tim was the lover Cassie had always wanted—not just wanting a hole for his manhood and his seed, but wanting all the gasps and sighs and flutter-eyed pleasures he could drive out of her, not satisfied by anything as simple as ejaculation.

“God, Tim!” she gasped. “That’s enough—it’s wonderful, so wonderful, but I need your cock. I need you, now!”

Tim emerged from her lap grinning, wiping the saliva from his mouth. He easily flipped her Cassie over so she was on her hands and knees, her round little ass up in the air and shamelessly offered to him. His cock had long since grown hard.