MtK update

Harley spent a long time in the shower, letting the soap and heat wash away all it could of the stresses that had been piled onto her. It was an effort to make herself forget how good Bruce made her come—to remember that he was Batman and he’d cuckolded the Joker, making her his bitch. 

But, she told herself, it didn’t matter how many times he broke her. All she had to do was be loyal to Mistah J at the right time, when she had the opportunity to strike, and that would be all that mattered.

When she finally trusted herself to come out of the shower, Bruce was there. But he’d changed. He now wore the Batsuit, all but the mask, his head bare from the armor’s gorget on up. Seeing him like this—the intimidating figure she was almost used to, but also Bruce who had kissed her, made her come, made her his—it drew a gasp from Harley. She dropped the towel she’d groped for before stepping out of the stall.

Bruce grabbed another towel from the rack and brusquely dried Harley with it, with no consideration for her feelings. Harley moaned and squeaked as the towel traveled all over her, his harshly gloved hands behind it, efficiently scrubbing her of any wetness. Done, he dropped the towel and went to pick up a package from the counter.

“Put this on,” he told Harley, handing it to her.

Harley opened the box. Inside was what looked like her old costume, the black and red harlequinade suit. Her eyes widened and went to Bruce. “You want me to wear this?”

“Put it on now,” Bruce said, tone echoing his last no-nonsense words.

Harley slipped herself into the costume, naked, sensing correctly that if he’d wanted her to wear anything underneath, he would’ve provided her with it. The costume fit her tightly, just like her old one, only the crotch was cut out, her pussy completely visible. And the material over her backside was just as nonexistent. Her ass was left exposed.

“You can’t expect me to wear this?!” she cried.

“Why not? You want to be Harley Quinn again. I’m letting you.” He walked around her, looking over how the suit clung to her naked breasts, showing them off almost as much as her ass and cunt. “That tight little outfit always made my cock hard. Now there’s nothing to keep me from doing something about it. Come on. Let’s go get something to eat.”

He made her go to the kitchen. She blushed the whole way. As uninhibited as she was most of the time, being on display this way, having Bruce eying her, knowing his cock was hard and throbbing—enjoying the rippling motion of her ass through the literally revealing costume… it made things seem even naughtier than being naked.

In the kitchen, he had her prepare food for both of them—cutting bread from a homemade loaf, spreading peanut butter and jam over it, then presenting the results to him. They ate in the kitchen nook. Harley crossed her legs.

In the middle of eating, she was startled by the doorbell. She ducked behind the table in embarrassed hiding, even as she heard a distant Selina answer the door and make an excuse to send whoever it was away. Bruce grinned as he picked Harley up and shoved her back down into her seat.

“You’ll answer the door next time, Quinn,” he told her.

“Not like this!”

“Why not?” he asked her. “You’re supposed to be paying your debt to society. Why not give one member of society a thrill?”

“You can’t ask me to do that, Bruce! I’m naked! He’d see everything!”

“Because you don’t want some random person to see what’s mine alone? Is that it? Even though I’m fine with showing you off?”

Harley dropped her head. “No one should get to see me but you.”

Bruce’s voice, when he spoke, was equally downcast. “Not even the Joker?”

For once, Harley said nothing.

Bruce waited a long moment. “Open your cunt for me. Show me what’s mine.”

His words—his claim—rolling over her mind, Harley pulled open the sensitive lips of her pussy. Bruce crouched down beside the table, pulling the chair she was on away from the table and up to his chest. Harley automatically opened her legs, putting her knees on either side of his body. 

He stared into her pussy, his gaze intense, judging, fascinated. Harley could feel how he was looking at her glossy wetness, and it reminded her so much of how the Batman looked at her that she pictured him with his cowl on, the Bat, eyes glowing as he looked into her. She clenched juicily and knew that if he did something to her, she would come from it.

“I’m not going to be rough with you, Quinn,” he said in his husky voice. “I’m just going to kiss your sore little pussy better.”

Harley quivered, sitting with her feet beside his kneeling legs, her fingers exposing her pussy to him, shaking like a leaf under his gaze. Bruce turned to the side, finally sparing her the intensity of his stare, and he kissed at her knee. 

Harley mewled, the feeling when his lips touched her flesh proving that her sensitivity had become indescribable. Her legs trembled and shook, only staying in place because Bruce locked his gloved hands on her knees and forced them to be still for him. He licked his way up her inner thigh; Harley mewled as he climbed higher. She stared heatedly down at him, gasped with growing urgency, her breasts heaving up and down, nipples pressing through her skintight suit. She pulled harder at the engorged lips of her pussy, opening it for him as much as she could.

“Beg for me to eat your pussy,” he said. “Beg for me to taste you.”

“Please, Bruce! Please!”

“Not Bruce. Say it. Say it!”

“Batman! Batman!” Harley cried. “I want Batman to eat my cunt! My wet little cunt! Please!”

“Whore,” he said with mocking affection. “My sweet whore…”

Bruce ran the tip of his tongue along her labia and she shook as it trailed over the folds of her sex. He licked the other lip of her sex, then ran his tongue between them, over the inner flesh in all its tenderness.

She swooned despite how he’d insulted her, because he’d insulted her. “Ooooh, God! Batman! You’re eating my pussy, Batman!”

Bruce dug his tongue into her sex, letting its simpering taste surround him, clench its way into his tongue.

“OOO, YES, BATMAN!” Harley wept. “Yes, yes! Batman!”

Bruce thrust his tongue all the way into her, feeling the soft wetness clutch him as tightly as its splayed contours were capable of and tasting the prodigious amount of nectar Harley was leaking. Then, planting his lips against her opening, he gave it a sucking kiss. Harley’s ass shook, her knees weaving in and out drunkenly.

“Ohh, Batman, that’s so good!”

Harley let go of the lips of her pussy, grabbing the back of Bruce’s head to hold him tight to her sex. She was actually surprised when she felt his hair instead of the hard horns of his cowl. She wiggled her groin into his mouth and was rewarded with the feel of his tongue fucking deeper inside her. Her clit felt ready to burst, but Harley didn’t want to come. She feared that once she came, Bruce would stop licking her. She wanted him to lick her for the longest time.

Bruce stood suddenly, like somehow he had heard her wish and acted immediately to show her that he was following his urges, not hers. He grabbed Harley by her hair, jerking her up as well, onto her feet, though her standing height was dwarfed by his. His erect cock bulged out at her belly, like it would aim for her womb when it was fucking her. Harley gulped, wondering how long it could be before she was pregnant if they kept this up… if he hadn’t bred her already…

Then he kissed her, hard, passionately, crushing his lips to hers until Harley felt like begging for mercy. She tasted herself on his tongue, all the lust she could no longer deny because it’d come straight from her pussy to her mouth. Bruce was feeding it back to her, making her take it, making her enjoy it before he wrenched away from her. 

Now his hands were around her neck, not choking her but not letting her move either. She was his as the Joker had never wanted her, never taken her. It didn’t make sense—she wasn’t giving herself to him but he wasn’t exactly taking her either. When he’d kissed her, she’d loved it… loved how it tasted… that was it… he was making her want to be his. And wanting to be his bitch made her his bitch.

“Say my name,” he told her.

“Batman.” She sounded like she was praying.

“Louder.”

“Batman. Batman!” Now like she was a snake handler, in the middle of some religious ecstasy.

“Beg,” he intoned.

“Please, Batman. Please make me come, make me your bitch! I want to be Batman’s bitch!”

“Will your cunt taste good for me?”

“Yes, Batman, please, please! It tastes so good, Batman! Make me come, you’ll love the way it tastes!”

Bruce hauled her to the refrigerator, ripped the upper freezer section open. For a moment, Harley thought that he would smash the door on her head—that now that he’d utterly defeated her, ripped her away from any fond memories of Mistah J, that he’d finish her off once and for all. But instead, Bruce shoved Harley’s long blonde hair into the freezer and slammed the door shut, trapping her with her hair caught in the door.

“You may feel faint, fall down,” Bruce explained. His guttural voice was all but Batman’s. “But I don’t want that cunt of yours going anywhere if I’m enjoying the taste. And I’d better enjoy the taste.”

Again, he got down on his knees, and even though he was kneeling before he, Harley felt more like she was being drained by a vampire than being worshipped. His hands ran over the backs of her thighs and the creamy flesh of her ass, cupping it, squeezing it. Through the black gloves, he wasn’t so much feeling her as being felt. Bruce made her experience the cool leather armor that covered him while he concentrated on her taste. His tongue darted and probed inside her while his gloved hands were in constant motion behind her body.

“Eat me, Batman!” she cooked. “It’s yours, it’s yours, oh Batman, eat this cunt, it belongs to you! I love it! Fuck this pussy with your tongue! Fuck it, fuck it, OOOO, put it deep, deep inside! Suck… suck the clit off of me, Batman!”

Bruce clutched her grinding ass tightly, forcing his mouth harder against her fiery sex. He slashed his tongue through her pussy lips, driving his tongue inside, tasting the wet heat that he had provoked in her. Then he closed his lips to her slit and sucked, drawing all the juices he could into his mouth and swallowing her taste greedily. 

From the hunger he showed, Harley could only imagine how hard his erection was. She couldn’t see it. She tried to look down past Bruce’s kneeling body, but her trapped hair prevented her from craning her head too far.

Harley wanted to rip free of it, to fall on Bruce like she’d once fought him, forcing her cunt to his mouth beyond all the gluttony he could possibly show. Sucking his cock so hard she’d show him how a woman could need sex when a man just wanted it. She would devour his prick while she fed him her pussy, demand from him until his balls finally gave her that sweet, thick, hot seed from her throat to her belly. But she stayed where Bruce had put her, twisting her pussy about, rocking her hips to Bruce’s pleasing kisses.

“Yes, stick your tongue deep, Batman!” she panted. “Ohhh, I wanna be fucked real deep! Suck my cunt! Make me your bitch with your tongue! Make me your fucking bitch!”

Bruce clawed at her jiggling ass, staring up at her flushed, contorting face. His nose was buried in her golden pubic hair, his hot breath searing her inner flesh. The more he licked, the juicier Harley’s pussy became. It throbbed closer and closer to orgasm, but Harley fought it down. 

She couldn’t come yet. She needed Bruce to suck her and lick her and fuck her with his tongue for so much longer, for the rest of her life if she could get him to. She tried to will her pussy to taste even better, make his tongue more and more insatiable. She wanted to drag the beautiful ecstasy she felt out for as long as possible.

Harley’s eyelids fluttered with growing pleasure. Her lips parted, letting out the keening need she felt. Her flawless skin crawled with goosebumps. Her ass shook faster and faster, a drumbeat approaching crescendo. She knew Bruce was almost done with her. It was going to be a good orgasm, maybe the best orgasm she’d ever had. Batman wouldn’t let it be anything less.

Bruce started groaning with appreciation of her taste, his tongue dipping and swirling inside her steamy cunt. The noise further excited Harley. Her pleasure became jagged, almost painful. She was so damn sensitive, so damn ready to come…

“I’m almost there, Batman!” she sobbed. “I’m about to come for you! Ohhh God! I’m gonna come! Suck my pussy, eat my pussy! Make me come, Batman! Ohhh, please, make me come for Batman!”

And if she didn’t come soon, her legs would give way and she would be dashed across the floor. Her lustful sensations mounted until she knew she would go mad if she didn’t orgasm. Her pussy throbbed, pulsed, doused Bruce’s face in her juices and fed his unending appetite.

“Yes, yes, my pussy belongs to Batman!” Harley screeched, the words erupting from her volcanically. “This is Batman’s fucking cunt! Batman does whatever he wants to this pussy! It’s all his! His and his goddamn tongue’s!”

The orgasm took hold of her and forced her to thrash her pussy into Bruce’s face, desperate for more. Every inch of her shuddered inside her skintight costume, her legs turning liquid. She white-knuckled her hands in Bruce’s hair, wishing it was his horned cowl she was holding onto, that it was all Batman she was fucking without any of caring, sensitive Bruce. She gave her cunt to his harshly sucking lips and felt beatific tears flowing down her face. Then, something else eclipsed all her other sensations.

“Oy vey…” she crooned.

It was too late. Harley had begun to squirt.

Bruce’s eyes widened, tasting the strong, unmistakable flavor of Harley streaming into his mouth. He might’ve pulled his head back—it was certainly an acquired taste—but Harley wasn’t so submissive that she wasn’t holding him rigidly in place, keeping his mouth at her cunt for her cream to gush into. It filled his open mouth, splashed against her inner thighs, dripped down his chin.

Harley tried to stop her ejaculation, but it was impossible. She cried with both delight and shame, not knowing what Bruce—Batman—would make of this. There was nothing she could do except keep coming. She wondered why Bruce didn’t close his mouth… why he kept licking her as she spurted and spurted more. A possibility occurred to her like a light switch being thrown.

“Do you like it, Batman? Do you like how much you made me come? Am I coming hard enough for you?”

“Hhng,” Bruce grunted, swallowing her hot juices, his tongue licking them right out of her slit. 

His prick thrust out in throbbing stiffness, balls pulsating even harder. Bruce felt like he was going to come right through his suit, send an eruption of cum straight to the ceiling. His hand jerked down his zipper and the relief as he unleashed his erection into the open air was almost orgasmic.

He held onto Harley’s ass unapologetically, keeping her from denying him any of the nectar he’d made her give up. His face was drenched, his mouth filling. Burce tried to gulp down all of it, but Harley was coming so hard that he couldn’t keep up with it all.

Harley moaned as the stream slowed, trickling out of her now. She spurted the last few droplets and Bruce licked up the residue from her cuntlips without mercy. Harley was left blushing furiously. 

“I’m sorry, Bruce. Batman. Master. I couldn’t stop…”

“Don’t stop,” Bruce said commandingly, coming up to his feet. He jerked the freezer door open, releasing Harley, and in the same motion shoved Harley down to her knees. “Suck. Suck Batman’s cock.”

Harley went cross-eyed looking at his prick, immensely swollen and dripping precum. “Batman’s cock… I love Batman’s cock…” She grabbed his manhood as fast as she could, opening her mouth just in time for Bruce to jut his hips out. His member rammed into her mouth, then burst with cum. Harley gargled as her mouth was instantly filled—then her throat—then he started in on her belly.

“Take Batman’s cum,” Bruce told her. “Love Batman’s cum. You lousy whore, you live for my cum, don’t you?”

Harley moaned happily, nodding her head. Her lips were closely tightly around his glans as she sucked hard. He was spurting again and again, each ejaculation overflowing her mouth like the foam from a popped champagne bottle, but Harley still wanted more, she wanted it faster, she wanted it all right now. 

Her fist wrapped tightly around his shaft, she jerked Bruce off into her mouth, throat glugging noisily as she swallowed him repeatedly. All he could give her, all she could take, and what she couldn’t Harley was happy to have dousing her face, covering her body.