Marry The Beyond update

Amara followed Terry to Wayne Manor, where she lost track of him, as might be expected. He and his forebear couldn’t have persisted as the Batman for so long if they were so easily traced to the same location. Going back into Neo Gotham, she used a new tool of the trade: scanning social radio until she found whispers of Batman’s location. She followed the trail of broken bodies and blood until she came to a warzone. He’d had a fight with Shriek. Amara was able to take away some of his fighting style from the wreckage left behind, and more from security camera footage, but her most important find was some of his spoor. She imagined that the old man would’ve been smart enough to either hack the police databases or inject him with nanoparticles that would render his chromosomes undetectable, but for her purposes, the blood was still perfect. Just from the taste, she could tell the Bat was young, virile, and healthy.

It was almost dawn, and she doubted the Bat could stay out much longer while maintaining his double life, so she doubled back to his home to wait for him there. She hadn’t gotten a true feel for his prowess in battle, let alone engaged him in battle herself, but somehow, the night didn’t feel like a waste. Not for her, and certainly not for the boy’s mate.

***

Max worked quickly and quietly on Terry’s wound, telling herself this was all extra credit. Stitching superheroes up, wrapping them in gauze, that was just pregaming for medical school. She’d walk in there knowing how to tie a suture like nobody’s business. In fact, she’d quit considering being a lawyer, since that would be a waste of all the experience she’d gotten playing nurse.

So to speak.

She accidentally jabbed Terry with her needle. He winced, but said nothing, staring off into space as if he were still wearing his mask. She looked up at him. “What, nothing about ‘who let that honeybee in here’?”

“Bees are extinct,” Terry said.

“That’s what got you so upset?” She wiped up some blood with a wet pad before continuing with the stitches. “I’m supposed to be what upsets you, remember?”

“It’s Shriek. Hate that guy. Kicked my ass.” Terry got terse when he was really mad. “I didn’t even do anything. Didn’t stop him, didn’t save anyone. No one died, but I didn’t save anyone. I tried to stop him and I couldn’t. He walked right through me.”

“It happens,” Max reasoned. 

“Not to Bruce, it didn’t.”

“Well, a whole lotta things didn’t happen to Bruce. The human emotional spectrum, for one.”

“I’m serious, Max. I’m not good enough. And if it’s not Shriek, it’s gonna be some loser just like him. He’ll hurt people and I won’t be able to do a thing to stop him, so what’s the point?”

Max tightened a stitch, snipped it off with one fingernail, and tied it into a knot. “Point is you tried.”

“So, what, I get an A for effort?”

“On this shit? Yeah. With or without superpowers, who else is gonna run into a burning building and try to pull someone out? That’s all you. So there are days you can’t pull someone out. That doesn’t get rid of all the times you did.”

“Sure feels like it does.”

Max wiped off her hand just so she could caress his face. “That’s just because you’re comparing yourself to Batman. You’re not. You’re you. And your dad would be proud of you.”

“I couldn’t save him either.”

“That wouldn’t change how he feels. And before you ask, I know because I’m proud of you, I don’t care how much money Shriek got away with.” She batted her long-lashed eyes at him with a coy smile. 

Terry looked away haplessly. “This is a lovely room,” he said gently.

Max shrugged her shoulders, projecting an innocent charm, a sudden shy and quivering uncertainty that made Terry ache for her. She was nervous all of a sudden. It was making Terry nervous.

She got up and strolled over to the window, her lithe hips swaying gently in the nylon robe that hugged her sleek curves like a gleaming second skin. She’d been getting out of the shower when Terry had come to her to be stitched up. With all the blood, he hadn’t really noticed. Now he noticed.

Terry followed her to the window. She was leaning out on the windowsill. He saw the knuckles of her delicate hands had whitened from clutching it so tightly. She was usually so bold, even seductive, but alone with him, she wasn’t able to maintain her brazen mask. She looked nervous and uncertain, agonized by her misgivings. 

Terry gazed down with her, seeing the small, shadowed figures on the street below. He had a new, powerful urge to sweep her into his arms and grind her hard onto his stiffening cock.

“You’re thinking about it.” Max’s voice seemed distant and unsure, as though it were lost somewhere deep within her. “Don’t think about it if you don’t really want it, Ter.”

“Don’t ask me if I really want it if you’re not sure about it,” Terry replied in a soft, almost consoling voice.

He circled an arm around her slender waist and drew her toward him. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, lifting and turning her pretty face from the drop below.

Her soft lips quivered as his drew near. “I’m sure,” she said anxiously. “And you?”

“You’re the only thing I’m sure about.”

He worked his fingers into the firm hollow of her back. His other hand slipped around to stroke her close-cropped pink hair and cradle her head.

“Oh,” Max sighed as his lips brushed lightly across hers. “Terry!”

Her arms twined around his neck and her lips tensed, begging for a real kiss. Her eyes closed and she felt shivering pulses of excitement run up her spine.

Other boys had been too timid with her, or too eager, too demanding. Terry seemed to know intuitively how timid to be to put her at ease, how eager to be to excite her, how much he could demand that she would freely give. His lips met hers, seeking but not demanding a response. Max parted her lips and her tongue eased into his. She purred in satisfaction and their tongues swirled together, hers caught and held by the stroke of his.

Pressure from his hand intensified across the small of her back, bringing the swell of her sex against the hardness of his engorged manhood.

“You like that, don’t you?” Terry asked with a muted growl.

“Yeah… can’t wait to feel it in my cunt. Can’t wait…” Max shivered and thrust her lips to his, driving and twisting with her tongue.

Terry felt no need to hold her now. Her whole body had molded itself against his, swaying and grinding with the gentle rhythm of the breaking surf—almost perverse against the arrhythmic sounds of jostling cars and honking horns outside. 

He slid his hands around and cupped her breasts, firm and sharply tapered under the clinging cloth of her robe.

“They aren’t as big as your girlfriend’s,” Max said. She whimpered softly as he worked them tenderly with his fingers.

“They’re fine.”

Max rolled her eyes. She thought she must look like a beanpole compared to some of the women Terry met, or ‘met’ as Batman. And innocent or not, she noticed how the boys all drooled when Dana wore something tight-fitting, or low-cut, or both.

“Really,” Terry said. He slid one hand back and began to ease her robe off her shoulder. “Some of these women, they’ve had their breasts touched so much and sucked so much, they’re used to it. It doesn’t do much for them anymore. I know it’s not that way with you.”

“No. Oooh, no!”

Max trembled as Terry tugged the robe down, freeing her taut, tender breasts, dark nipples already tingling with their exposure.

“Are you going to feel them? Are you going to—“ She gasped.

“Suck them? Yeah. If you like that.” Terry wasn’t really asking, he was prompting her, reinforcing her natural instincts.

“Yes,” Max said with a sudden yearning.

Her trembling shook the loosened robe free. The filmy cloth fell and bunched around the flare of her hips. Another eager twitch shook it off all the way, and she stood before him naked, smiling with a burst of confidence.

“Perfection,” Terry said, and took hold of her breasts. His grip grew tighter, tighter, and Max wondered how hard he could clutch them before it would begin to hurt. “Just having your nipples touched gets you wet.” Terry’s calm self-assurance was almost hypnotic in effect.

“Yes! Huuung!” Max gave a deep groan and clamped her eyes shut as Terry began to circle her rigid nipples with his thumbs. “God, that makes my pussy so wet…”

“I’ll bet you can feel the honey dripping down your legs…”

“Hhhmmm, yes! Oh, Terry, suck my tits now. Lick my nipples and swallow my little tits!”

Terry grinned unseen before her tightly closed eyes. Sucking her proud, pert breasts was exactly what he had planned to do. It made him even hornier to hear her ask for it. And it would be better still if he made her beg.

He bent down and kissed one ripe nipple, then the other, letting his lips glide smoothly up and down the swells of her cleavage, flicking very lightly with his tongue on the shower-damp flesh.

“Hhhooo!” Max gasped. “More! Really suck them, Terry! Eat them!”

“Like this?” Terry hooked his tongue beneath one of Max’s engorged nipples and raised it to his waiting lips.

“Hhhaaggh! Hhhmmm, yes!” Max cried, tossing her shoulders back to jam his sucking lips full of her tit.

He lashed her blood-swollen nipple, then spiraled his tongue down the creamy slope of her teat, pulling and sucking to draw in every ounce of the little mound. “That’s something I can’t do with other women,” he said as he shifted to the other side. “But you’re just right for it.”

“I love the way you eat mine!” Max sighed. The wet pull of his lips seemed to tingle every nerve. “I just wish you could suck both tits at once!”

Terry grinned again. He’d planned that too.

“Hunch your shoulders forward,” he said, and pressed his hands on the outside slopes of her cleavage to thrust her delicate breasts together.

“Like this? Hhhhmin, yes, that must be it!” Max shivered when she felt her two nipples touch. Terry sucked them both into his mouth and churned them with the wet wasp of his tongue. “I just love the way you suck me!” Max cried, writhing and twisting as the thrilling sensations fogged her mind.

“I’ll bet there’s something you like to have sucked even more,” Terry said with slow certainty.

Max gulped.

She sat on the windowsill, directly in front of Terry’s face, wriggling her ass in excitement, kicking her long, tapering legs before she spread them. She had completely revealed her cunt to him.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy,” Terry said. He stared at her cunt, admiring the curl of the brown hairs around her slit, the pouting, flowering shape of her swollen labia. 

He leaned forward, wrapping his hands around the sides of her naked ass, and buried his mouth between her thighs.

“Ungghh!” Max gasped. Immediately she felt her pussy warming and moistening to the touch of his lips. “Oh, Terry… you’re getting me so hot… feels good… unhhh!”

Terry started sucking quickly and eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to taste her and keep tasting her. He really loved to suck pussy, Max realized. 

He knew what he was doing, too. The heat mounted inside Max’s sex, making her clit stiffen, moisture slick and slippery inside her. She winced and lifted her ass unconsciously, thrusting her slit to his mouth.

Terry ran his tongue along the periphery of her cunt, licking and tugging the swollen lips. Gradually he inserted two fingers into the opening of her pussy and pumped them through her wetness, masturbating her. His lips fastened around the stiffly aching bud of her clit. He sucked it hard.

“Oh fuck,” Max gasped. She grimaced in agonized desire and helplessly bucked her ass off the windowsill. “Suck it, Terry!” she pleaded breathlessly. “Oh God… oh fuck… suck my pussy!”

Terry inserted a third finger into the wet grip of her sex, making her pussy feel as full as if she were being fucked. Gently he nibbled the tip of her clit.

“Harder, Terry!” Max cried. Her voice was louder now, close to climax. “Oh God, you do it so good! Suck me! Suck meeee!”

With his free hand Terry separated the flattened cheeks of Max’s ass. To her surprise he began to trace her asshole, rolling his finger around the puckering little ring. Then he thrust into the throbbing grip of her ass, and fingered her asshole in time with his sucking of her clit, his fucking of her pussy.

“Coming, yes, stick it in, yes, suck it, suck!” Max cried, humping her ass feverishly off the windowsill, fucking her wet pussy all over Terry’s face. “Coming, oh yesss!”

For a full minute, Max bucked and moaned and grunted. Terry kept his mouth pressed tightly to the throbbing of her slit, drinking up the juices that were purged from her. Then the spasms of her orgasm finally subsided. Max shuddered and let her ass fall back onto the polished wood.

When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see that Terry’s cock was bulging out the front of his pants. He had gotten a hard-on, just from eating her out.

“Shit, Terry… I didn’t know you liked the taste of my cunt that much.” She kissed him on his wet lips, tasting her own juices. It was delicious—making her wonder what cum would taste like. As sweet, or more sour? As it happened, that was a big stiff cock that had to be dealt with at the moment. The front of Terry’s trousers stood up as if he had a tent pole in there.

Max felt his balls through his pants. She tugged the zipper down. He sprang out, as big and hard as he’d seemed, and Max got down on her knees in front of it. She had been on display, letting him eat out her bare ass in front of the window. Now he would stand in front of it, exposed as she bobbed up and down on him.

Holding her breath, she dove down onto his cock, taking all its inches into her pretty mouth and sucking at it hard. Terry’s cock filled her mouth with throbbing maleness, getting harder and harder, longer and longer, thicker and thicker. She sucked until she had to take a breath, and then let it out of her throat just long enough to take in enough air to last her another pass. She worked on Terry until his manhood exploded, shooting a stream of thick, rich cum all the way down her throat.

“Oh fuck—you were going to shoot all that in my pussy, weren’t you? If I let you? Shit… well, maybe now that you’ve given me a three-course meal with that cock, you can fuck me too. Just have to get hard again. And since we know what gets you hard, how ‘bout you see how wet my pussy’s gotten since you’ve been gone.”

“Oh no,” Terry said. “I want your asshole. I want to kiss your ass.”

He swung her around impulsively, pushing her down on the windowsill, kneeling behind her toned ass.

“I like your ass,” he said. “I liked it the first time I saw it.”

He ran his hands over her asscheeks, bigger than Dana’s, thick and luscious. Dark hair curled up from her cunt to dwindle to nothing as her taint became the separation of her buttocks, like a target leading to her weak spot. Women could never resist analingus. A little kiss there always turned them on.

He looked down at her blood-swelled pussy lips, pinkish-brown and fatly succulent in her dark bush, seeming as vibrant as some exotic jungle flower, awash in dew to keep his cock warm and wet. He had a yearning to see her breasts, but seeing her bent over this way, in a pose of offering, was more erotic. Christ, what a gorgeous asshole. He wondered how much of his cock it would take, what it would feel like once he’d got done stretching it with his cock.

“You want to kiss my ass?” Max demanded, her eyes opened wide.

“I want to do more than that.”

“More? More? Like what?”

“As soon as I get your tight little ass nice and hot, I’m going to fuck it!”

“Oh hell no!” Max cried in shock.

But Terry’s arms circled around her thighs, his fingers clamping on the smooth inner slopes, and he pulled her to him. She felt the damp warmth of his hungry lips, nipping and nibbling at her trembling ass before he snaked his rough tongue into the valley between.

“Nobody’s ever touched my ass,” she moaned.

“That’s what I thought,” Terry said. “Looks like you’re going to lose your virginity to me after all.”

“Can’t you just fuck my pussy?” Max demanded. “I like that.

“You’ll like having your ass fucked even more.” His tongue stroked the clenched rim of her snug little asshole. “You’re so tight, so hot…”

The firm, persistent lapping of Terry’s tongue sent wild shivers up and down her spine, and Max began to feel a strange glowing heat of excitement despite her protests. “Puh-puh-please,” she moaned feebly.

“I won’t fuck your ass until you ask me to,” Terry promised.

“I’ll never!”

But he could feel her stubborn resistance fading already. He inched his hands up her thighs and fingered the soft, fleecy lips of her pussy.

“Yes…” Max sighed. “That’s where I want your thick cock.”

“Not where you need it.” Terry spread her sleek labia and stroked the nub of her clit.

“Gruugh!” Max howled, writhing and twisting with delight. “I couldn’t need anything more than that!”

“You’ll see. You’re going to beg me to stay in your ass.”

He twirled one finger around her clit in a tight spiral. She hunched, easing away from his maddening teasing, and then she felt the tip of his tongue wiggle into the tight ring of muscle clamping her ass.

“Terry! TERRY!” 

He pushed his tongue into her tight, bittersweet asshole as she moaned his name, sure that even Max didn’t know what she was pleading for. And he kept spinning her clit at the same time. Max trembled, shocked and confused by the sudden tangle of joy and shock whirling through her mind.

Wild, tingling sparks of pleasure blazed in the base of her cunt. She felt them spin upward into her brain and spiral down to the tips of her toes. The stinging delight left her weak in the knees. She sagged down on the windowsill, her arms lapsing out to dangle out of the building, and she felt his tongue drill deeper into her ass.

“Ahhhhh!” she cried.

It hurt. Instead of pleasure, she felt pain. Ripping shocks numbed every nerve, and the thought of having her ass fucked brought shocked tears to her fluttering brown eyes.

But after a moment, Max could not tell the sensations of pleasure and pain apart. Terry twirled and stroked her clit so expertly that the warmth of pleasure blurred into the heat of pain. And his slithering tongue kept gliding in and out of her ass, easing her worst fears and exciting desires she’d never known she’d had. It felt good, but insubstantial. Incomplete. She needed more. She needed more in her ass.

Christ, she felt lewd.

“I want your cock in my ass.”

Terry playfully pinched her ass near the hole. “How do you like it?”

“C’mon, Terry, I know it’s gonna hurt worse than that. But not much worse. Not with you.”

Terry moved in behind her. Holding his cock in his hands, he pressed the tip against the tight ring of her anus.

Max looked over her shoulder and smiled at Terry, swaying her ass to encourage him. “Do it, Terry! Stick it up my ass.”

His tongue had left her asshole loose and springy, and Terry had no trouble squeezing his cockhead inside her. But he pushed forward slowly, knowing that his mouth had prepared her only so much. He grunted with pleasure as she took more and more of his length into the warm depths of her rectum.

Max looked back at him and purred. “Feel good, babe?”

“Damn right!” Terry croaked, his hands clutching her luscious ass and his eyes fixed on the way her stretched anus gripped his shaft as if hungering for the base. “You want some fucking now?”

“Oh yeah, give it to me. Fuck my ass like you’re paid to!”

Terry began stroking his fat cock in and out of her ass. Max grimaced and keened, but took it. By the tenth stroke she was warmed up, and began mewling and sighing. Ten more strokes and she started coming, hard. A flood of juice gushed out of her pussy as she moaned and squirmed her ass on his cock.

When it was Terry’s turn, he leaned over her, grabbed her lowered breasts, and pumped his thick load into the depths of her bowels. She was still squirting when it happened. “I’m coming!” he groaned suddenly.

“I know!” she yelped happily. “I feel you filling up my asshole! Oh, give me that sweet cum! I’m going to keep you in my ass until I get all that cum!”

Terry arched into Max’s asshole as he spewed jism, and she kept up her own stream of ejaculate as he came. Some of her juices splashed his legs, but he didn’t seem to mind at all, and Max found it exciting to have a simultaneous orgasm with him. She felt her pussy throbbing with his ejaculating member.

Max collapsed under him. For a shocking moment she wished he would mount her again, fuck her ass again, even harder. Then she smiled, squeezed her asshole around his cock, and closed her eyes.

“Okay, jerk. You fucked my ass. Happy now?”

Terry was bent over the windowsill with her, sagging on top of her, his head dangling beside hers as they stared down at the street below. “I’m delighted. Really needed that.”

“I’ll bet!” Max laughed. “Don’t think you’re gonna get an ass-fuck outta me every time you have some sob story. I expect dinner, too.”

“Like, a date?” Terry sounded abashed, and there was her best friend again. She’d gotten worried, having him fuck her like a porn star, make her come like a vibrator. “Are we dating?”

“Uh, no. We’re friends. Just friends who like the taste of each other’s genitalia.”

“You liked the taste of my genitals?”

“Maybe I was just hungry,” Max teased.

Terry pulled himself off her, collapsing into a sit against the wall, and Max followed suit, sitting down next to him under the window. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, then quickly withdrew—she had leaned her dumb noggin right on his stitches.

“Sorry.”

“Hey, you let me fuck you in the ass. If you’re into bondage, it’s only fair.”

“You wish, pity party. But seriously. Just because we’re friends with benefits, doesn’t mean everything’s gonna be about sex.”

“She said, sitting in a puddle of my cum.”

Max looked down. Giving him a blowjob really hadn’t done much to wear down his reserves. Oh well, it was probably good for her skin. “I’m serious. Sex changes nothing—I’m here if you need a shoulder to cry on. It’s just my chocolate ass is here too, if you need a kiss.”

“If I need anal, you mean.”

“Oh no, you liked kissing my ass. I could tell. Bet you do this whole ‘let me lube you up for my dick’ thing just so you have an excuse.”

Terry shrugged. “Well, it is a nice ass.”

“It’s the cum. Good for the skin. Guess you’ll have to ass-fuck me again before I wear a thong.”

“Well, I mean, if you insist.”

“Oh, I do. I really do…”