Gotham Among Other Gods update

Bruce Wayne was a man dreaming that he was a bat.

Then he woke up. The bed was strewn with the human detritus of last night’s exertions, women laying where they had become too exhausted to continue. Diana had lasted the longest, still wrapped around him while the others had been thrown off the bucking bronco whose role he had taken. After the grand satiation he’d felt and the exhausted void of his long sleep, the lust had dripped out of even their perfect bodies, though it remained under the surface for Bruce, throbbing benignly.

Without the prime masculine urge to pleasure and conquer, the women took on the appearance of eloquent works of art, aesthetic marvels for the moment rather than partners in carnality. He could stare for hours at the smooth lines of their bodies, the taut muscles resulting from iron-hard discipline, the rarefied beauty they wore casually but that had been worked at like gemstones were cut and polished. Diana, Dinah, Artemis, Shayera—in sleep, in unthinking slumber, they could’ve been statues painstakingly carved from the finest minerals.

Using all his stealth, Bruce removed himself from Diana and stepped out to the balcony, where he could finally breathe without fear of registering on any of their sharply honed senses. He took deep breaths of the morning air, enjoying it on his bare skin as well despite the slight chill, whose tiny pain he could ignore as easily as fingernails drawing rapidly over his broad back.

“A nice morning to watch the sunrise,” Diana said, coming out to join him. He wasn’t sure if she was just that attuned to her supreme senses or if she could actually feel his closeness by some mystical, metaphysical affinity. “Even if you’re hardly dressed for it.”

“Look who’s talking,” Bruce replied, though he didn’t take his own advice for fear of taking his nudity from naturalesque to obscene. Nothing could ruin the serenity of a well-rested morning like a hard-on.

“I try not to waste time when someone’s wrong,” Diana said, hopping up onto the bannister of the railing, looking out over the bay along with Bruce. In the distance, the sun was not up so far yet that there was any appreciable light shining on the skyscrapers. Their lights were off, though, making them monoliths shadowed against the advancing dawn. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

“What makes you say that? Besides tradition?”

“After last night, the only thing you could need more than sleep is brooding. And I know the difference between your usual brooding and walking away from a bed of naked women.”

“One of them is guaranteed to follow me,” Bruce smiled at her.

“Allow me to attempt some insight,” Diana said, crossing her legs. The sun kept coming up, its growing light revealing more and more of her beyond a silhouette that was already overwhelming. “Last night went very well—“

“I’ll say,” Bruce muttered.

“Besides that,” Diana said quickly, though they shared a smile. “The mission went off with barely a hitch. So, naturally, you worry about a mission not going so well. About your mortality. And about what will become of your crusade when you’re gone.”

“Ostentatious of me?”

“Natural. But a little beneath you. You’ve raised wonderful children. You’ve built a legacy. You’ve found a clan that will continue your work until it’s finished. Stop asking yourself what more you can do. Enjoy doing what you’re doing.”

She hopped down from the bannister, strolling back inside.

“And come back to bed.”

After another, more restful sleep, Bruce woke to the usual breakfast. Artemis would be taking Jason to meet with the Outsiders, while Shayera was taking Kendra to a museum. Bruce, along with Diana and Dinah, would be taking the twins and baby Sam to the headquarters of Batman Inc. Dinah was one of the coaches there, while Diana was a leader of the organization.

***

Bruce hit the mat, the shock of pain jarring him and waking him at the same time. He threw himself into a roll, coming up easily, but acknowledging the bruising impact Diana had sent him off with.

“I thought we agreed no powers,” he said, gripping his own bo staff and tapping it down against the exercise mat. 

“Oh, keep telling yourself it was powers,” Diana retorted. “I’m sure Dinah could’ve done the same.”

“With her canary cry, maybe.”

“Alright then.” Diana held her arms wide, the bo staff far away from her body. “Surely Dinah wouldn’t give you an opening like this.”

Bruce smiled, hoping for the sake of Incorporated’s trainees that she didn’t. 

He ran at Diana—in the five long strides that separated them, he changed his grip on the bo staff and flung it at her like a javelin. Almost automatically, Diana swung her staff around to knock it aside, and while her defense was on the far side of her body, Bruce juked to the left and muscled past her, grabbing her waist as he went to pull her to the ground in a no gi takedown. In a heartbeat, he had her pinned to the mat.

“I guess it’s not just in Man’s World that people can be overconfident,” Bruce said.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like being pinned by you.”

Dinah clapped faintly as she walked into the exercise room, scooping up the staffs that had been dropped to the floor. “Nice work, Bruce. But what was that business about ‘I’m sure Dinah could’ve done the same.’”

“It wasn’t a reference to your skill,” Diana said. “Just our respective levels of raw power.”

“Uh-huh.” Dinah tossed one of the staffs to Diana. “Care to see about my skill? Or wouldn’t you like being pinned by me?”

Diana got up, shouldering Bruce aside—he’d released her when Dinah had come in. “I need to shower. See if Bruce would like being pinned.”

Bruce picked up the bo staff as he rose. “That won’t happen.”

“Careful,” Dinah said, hefting her own. “I enjoy proving you wrong even more than getting pinned.”

***

Diana turned off her shower. In the glass door that protectively veiled her from the outside world, she could see her freshly scrubbed reflection. Her dank hair ran over her shoulders, gleaming wetly with the same rivulets of moisture that traveled her toned flesh, her olive skin, the full breasts that jutted out with collections of dangling dew beneath them. She dried herself with a huge towel, then tucked it about her naked body. 

Outside, in her private suite, she found Bruce and Dinah sit on her bed, facing each other, talking quietly. Their hair was wet and they had changed into fresh clothes, making it obvious they’d showered since they’d seen her last, and in their brusque efficiency, beat her time. Perhaps I do take too long in the shower, Diana thought to herself.

“Quite a nice bed you have here at Batman Incorporated,” Bruce said.

“Have you been holding out on us?” Dinah teased.

Diana stood at her mirror, brushing her hair. Her long legs were exposed beneath the towel, the lowest curves of her ass revealed. “It’s handcrafted furniture from Themyscira, the mattress stuffed with feathers from rocs and winged serpents.”

“Do you mind if we try it?” Dinah persisted.

Diana put the brush down and turned to face them. Her hair had never needed much combing. “Not without me.” Diana dropped the towel and sat at the foot of the bed. She ran her hand over the sheets. “I’ve had some interesting experiences in this bed.”

“You’re going to have more,” Bruce told her.

Diana grinned at her husband. “True.” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her hand moved to his cock, squeezing it. “Would you like to sodomize me with this?”

Bruce’s eyes widened slightly. “That’d certainly be interesting.”

“What would really be interesting is if you fucked us both in the ass,” Dinah said, glowing with excitement. 

“You two have strange ideas of fun,” Bruce commented dryly. “But it’s your ass. If you want me to fuck it, I will. I’ll fuck you anywhere you want.”

“That’s the spirit, Bruce,” Dinah smiled. “Always remember, love is sacrifice.”

Diana lay back, her legs open, her body accepting. She lifted her feet into the air, then in smooth, flawless motion brought her knees down to her breasts, clasping the hills of her buttocks, pulling them into spreading. The pucker of her anus was exposed, her petite sex just above it.

“Kiss it,” Diana whispered throatily. “Kiss my asshole.”

Dinah accepted the invitation before Bruce could, giving Diana’s asshole a tonguing kiss that had the Amazon whimpering in pleasure, twisting her hips. Bruce eased Dinah aside and brought his lips to Diana’s anus, mouthing it while Dinah kissed Diana’s buttocks alongside him. The tip of Bruce’s tongue pushed into the slow yielding of Diana’s rim. Diana gasped—how much rougher his tongue felt than Dinah’s when she knew it really wasn’t—and arched herself up and back until her knees were on either side of her head.

As Bruce rimmed Diana, Dinah’s lips trawled slowly along the curvature of her ass, the contact only occasionally solidifying into a kiss. She kept up the slow brush of her lips as they reached Diana’s sex, traveling over it and kissing the other side. Diana gave her an incensed look, and Dinah returned it smugly as she lapsed back over Diana’s pussy, stopping this time, her lips closing, her mouth beginning to suck.

The feel of mouths on her cunt and anus at the same time made Diana cry out in ecstasy. “I’m, I’m coming already!” she shouted as her body contracted around a swift, almost painful level of intensity suddenly blooming in her loins.

Bruce and Dinah kept going until the convulsions passed, then came away from Diana, grinning like two mischievous children. Without their heads in the way, Diana dropped back down all the way to the mattress. Her legs were still parted widely, and her two lovers stared wantingly at her pussy, still flared in arousal. Dinah stroked Bruce’s cock, bringing it to a lovely hardness, eager to see it fuck into Diana’s ass. 

Flat on her back, Diana was grinning, opening and closing her long, smooth thighs to burn off the restless energy left behind by her orgasm. She saw Bruce’s cock throbbing in readiness. “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed. “A hard cock must be one of the most beautiful things in the world.”

“Roll over,” Dinah urged her.

Diana turned onto her side, displaying herself from every angle to her best advantage, before slowly proceeding onto her stomach. She lay that way for a moment, her ass buoyant and flushed with the same arousal that heated the rest of her body. Bruce and Dinah stared with excited eyes. Sliding her hands down to her hips, Diana ran her palms over the swells of her ass, caressing the creamy voluptuousness that perfectly adorned her hips. She gently parted her buttocks, Bruce giving a soft moan of need, Dinah seeming to pant with anticipation. Diana revealed her tight asshole to them with a teasing wiggle of her ass.

Dinah squeezed Bruce’s cock hard and it throbbed back harder.

“I’m ready, Bruce,” Diana said, arching her ass then lowering it in a sensuous working of her body over the backdrop of the sheets. “I’m ready.”

“Do it!” Dinah said. 

Bruce moved between Diana’s thighs as she opened her legs, arching her back a little more. She kept swaying and pump her ass, fucking her hips at the mattress as if unable to wait for Bruce. Dinah joined Bruce on the bed, resting her head on Diana’s upper back to look down at the insertion with blazing excitement. She watched as Diana pulled her buttocks far apart, offering herself completely to her husband.

As Bruce lowered his prick to her asshole, Dinah was watching in disbelief. No matter how many times Diana had taken, how many times she had taken in, Dinah could never quite believe a cock that size could fit in a tight little asshole. She could barely believe it even fit in her mouth. But she felt Diana prickle as its tip found the heated grommet of her anus, then stiffness as Diana held her breath with expectation.

The anticipation proved too much for Diana. A frustrated moment later, she let her breath out in a hiss. “Do it, Bruce. Go inside of me. Put your cock in my ass.”

Next, Dinah felt the shudder whip through Diana’s spine as Bruce started to apply pressure, his cock wet from the shower, pressing irresistibly into Diana’s well-trained anus.

“Harder, Bruce!” Diana moaned into her pillow. “Just get it in me!”

Dinah was watching Bruce’s muscles stand up from jutting outlines as he pressed harder into the heated sensation Diana’s asshole produced on his glans. Her resistance ebbed, flowed, ended. His swollen cockhead entered her.

“Uuuuuun!” Diana cried out as the stretch of her asshole around Bruce’s cock well and truly began. She had taken him, now she would just take more of him. “Oh, yes! Bruce, you do Aphrodite’s work with Hephaestus’s hammer!”

“I’ll never get used to it stretching like that,” Dinah mewled. “That’s going to be me.”

Bruce was more single-minded. “It’s so tight!” he gritted out. “Your asshole is so fucking tight.”

“Then fuck it,” Diana purred, feeling the tightness of her asshole gripping his cockhead rippling tautly through her whole body. That tightness would not last. “Fuck me, Bruce, fuck me in the ass!”

Bruce plunged more of his cock where she needed it, and Diana wiggled her hips, sobbing softly with the immensity of taking all of it, feeling his cock throb into her tightly stretched passage. Bruce softly fucked more of his length into her burning need, with Dinah running her lips down Diana’s back, trying to feel through Diana’s flesh where Bruce was buried in her.

The stretching feeling went on and on for Diana, new and strange areas of herself being touched and opened in what felt like impossible ways, until she felt Bruce’s balls against the wetness of her cunt. “Now fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck my ass, I’ll take it, I can take it!”

Bruce backed up, still moving slowly, trying hard to resist the sensations of heat and pressure that seemed to be turning his prick into diamond. Diana’s anus closed tightly, flexing around his rigid shaft.

“Give it to her, Bruce!” Dinah groaned. She couldn’t feel Bruce’s cock below the small of Diana’s back, but she could feel how Diana trembled in need like a weak little lamb, and Bruce the only one who could give it to her. “She needs it!”

Bruce was overcome. No matter the risk of ejaculation that Diana’s exquisite tightness seemed determined to bring about, he had to fuck her. He jammed himself into her well-stretched asshole. His balls battered the swollen lips of Diana’s pussy and she cried out with long-awaited delight as she squirmed beneath her two lovers.

The friction of his cock inside her tightness seared through Diana, paining her tender anus; the heat was almost overwhelming. Her breasts were swollen, nipples aching, clit tensing like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. She gasped and grunted, cooing as his cock withdrew and gurgling when it went back in. Her hands were now about her head, fingernails scratching over the sheets. But she held herself arched upward, taking Bruce’s increasingly fast thrusts with eagerness. Pained tears flooded her eyes and ran down to her smiling lips. Her lower body flattened to the mattress beneath Bruce’s pounding hips.

The only problem for her was that she couldn’t get the depth she wanted in this position. Diana pulled her hips up under her body, kneeling on them, lifting her ass into the air. Bruce came up on his knees with Diana’s rise, keeping his cock inside her ass. Diana gripped the bedsheets in her fingers.

“You can go real deep like this,” Diana said, her anus already sucking at Bruce’s erection. “Do it. As deep as you can.”

Bruce gripped her hips. Dinah, watching, could see how Diana’s hole clung to his cock, the anus flexing around it. She put one hand on Diana’s buttock and the other between her own legs. “Ram into her. Fuck her ass. Stretch her hole so fucking wide…”

Bruce lunged into Diana, who cried out in ecstasy.

Diana’s eyes rolled back in her head, only feeling the thrust and retreat of his manhood in her tightest place, the swing of his balls through the air between her legs, their moist slapping of their weight against her swollen sex. Then she was too numb with shocked pleasure to maintain her position on the bed, and the power of his thrusts drove her over it, running her tender nipples over the soft, sodden sheets. She sobbed in almost mindless bliss, all of her centered around the flexing tightness with which she gripped Bruce’s manhood as it pulled back, and then the shockingly intense sensation as it opened and expanded around Bruce’s next thrust. He was so big that she could feel his entry in her cunt too, like she was being penetrated there by a phantom cock. Then she heard Bruce’s wild grunts and Dinah’s soft urgings echoing in her head, a roar in her ears, let in by the slight increase in comfort as her ass became used to being stretched in such a fashion. She solidified her position and started fucking back on Bruce’s piercing cock, pulling forward as he drew away, then crashing back to him. Whatever ease she’d found in the rhythm went away. She was once more almost pained by how intense it was. It was enough to make her sob…

“Ooh, it feels so good! Your cock is so hard and it feels so good! Fuck me, fuck my ass, make me come so fucking hard!” Her voice became high-pitched as the throbbing in her pussy became a clench, a tight fist drawn around her orgasm.

Her juices slipped and slid to moisten the insides of her thighs. She shook her ass wildly around Bruce’s deep-seated penetration of her, feeling her toes tingle, ringlets of her hair swaying about her face, aware of her ecstasy there and in every inch of her between. But the eye of the storm was her loins, the perverse contractions of her empty cunt and the tightening, loosening suck of her anus around Bruce’s manhood.

Dinah threw herself higher on the bed, pulling at Diana’s hand until it was at her cunt, then fucking herself on the stiffened fingers. Her eyes blazed at the sodomy taking place mere feet from her as she held Diana’s wrist and tried to get her tight little pussy that far up Diana’s hand.

“I have to come,” Bruce groaned.

“Do it!” Diana gasped, feeling Dinah’s hot juices running down her forearm. “Do it inside me!”

Thick sap gushed inside her, covering the sensitive inner walls where even Bruce hadn’t reached, and the series of orgasms Diana was experiencing continued until she could feel no more than a steady thrumming of her nerves and the leaden weight of semen filling her bowels.

When Diana returned to anything like awareness, she was weak as a kitten, her ass still in the air by dint of pure stubbornness. She could feel Bruce’s cock in her ass, but it did not possess the maddening throbbing that had so pleasured her anymore, just the length and heft that she still couldn’t quite believe she had taken. She wondered if so little time has passed between the last explosion of pleasure and this current refractory period. Perhaps the intensity of her multiple climaxes had knocked her out in their forcefulness.

Dinah wasn’t masturbating herself on Diana’s fingers anymore, but sitting against the headboard, her pertly rounded teats filling with heavy breaths and lowering just as quickly with emptiness. Her legs were parted, her lips gasping hotly.

Bruce was still leaning over Diana, breathing against her back, his hands underneath her and letting her full, slowly heaving breasts fill his cupped hands with all their voluptuousness. She could feel him shaking, feel his cock shrink bit by bit inside her. It seemed reluctant to give up the heights of size and power that it had reached with its tight stroking into her ass.

Diana wondered if the sensation of heat she felt deep inside her body was his boiling sperm refusing to cool.

Diana murmured softly, her body wiggling gently as if to let out the utterance, “You can take it out of me now, Bruce. I don’t think either of us can take much more.”

Bruce lifted himself from Diana, both their sweat making them stick and cling to each other as if their exhausted bodies still wanted more. As he pulled away from her well-used anus, Diana whimpered and felt herself clutch him, her asshole clamping down as if reluctant to let its ravishment end. But Bruce pulled free, and once her was gone, Diana waggled her ass lewdly in a last capturing of the event’s afterglow. Then she straightened her legs out, lying on her flat stomach. Emptied, but with leaden dollops of cum trickling out of her asshole without Bruce’s member to bar the way, Diana felt a shiver run through her naked flesh. Her flawlessly rounded buttocks squeezed together in cherishment of the pleasure she still felt dully.

“Mmmmm… that was very good, Bruce,” she purred, folding her arms under her head as a pillow. “I think you ruined my ass, but it was worth it.”

Dinah, on her hands and knees, was coming around Diana’s body to her naked ass. She giggled softly. “It doesn’t look ruined to me,” she said, and darted her face between Diana’s cheeks. The Amazon gave a pleased yelp as Dinah’s lips sucked along the inner curves of her buttocks, the tip of her tongue licking at Diana’s ravished asshole.

“Yes,” Diana sighed. “Lick my ass now. Bruce almost ripped me apart there—lick it and make me feel good.”

Dinah ran her tongue over Diana’s ass, from the leavings of Bruce’s ejaculation to the ravaged asshole itself. She tasted Bruce’s cum, at first faintly, then overwhelmingly strong. Then she easily wiggled her tongue inside of Diana’s ass. Diana waggled her hips wantonly, biting down on her arm to keep from shouting any further. The initial spike of pleasure died down, and Diana closed her eyes as she felt a wet, soothing cant to Dinah’s licking. Her arousal had her hips jerking twitchily into the mattress.

In answer, Dinah dipped her face down and began to lick hungrily at Diana’s heretofore empty sex, giving its starved folds the wet, hot treatment they’d been starved of.

It didn’t take long for Diana to gasp her way into one more climax.

***

They took one more shower together, all of them, and this time Bruce was all-business. He actually washed them both himself, with a brusque efficiency that was still perversely intriguing. They finished in minutes, but that was not quick enough for Gotham.

Even as Bruce was helping, with relentless and arousing competence, Dinah wash the shampoo from her hair, the building’s water cut off. That was the only warning they had before the building, the city, shook with strong force. Bruce could hear small, vulnerable items breaking across the building as they fell from their perches, then framed pictures fell from the walls and appliances were toppled over. A wave of car alarms swam through the city, underscored by broken glass.

All they could do was brace themselves, the mortals ducking under Diana as she protectively moved to hold the walls back if they collapsed. Bruce huddled down on one side of the shower’s floor, clutching Dinah in his arms, his legs jutting out to the other side of the stall to anchor him in place.

It went on for five minutes, and aside from a worrying crack that split the far wall and steadily developed crinkling offshoots, the room around them held. When the quake had subsided, they dressed quickly. Diana needed little in the way of protection, either for her flesh or her modesty, and with only a towel around her she strode under the dead ceiling lights to the window, pulling open the curtains to let the light in.

It was a bloody red.