Gone To Gotham update

Designer Yumi Katsura had sewn the White Gold Diamond dress that Betsy was to be married in, its fashionable excess including a 5-carat white gold diamond (one of only two in the world), an 8.8-caret green diamond, and a thousand pearls. The wedding dress ran eight and a half million dollars from veil to ruffled skirt, but Betsy wasn’t thinking about it now. Betsy wasn’t thinking of much of anything. 

Bruce had gotten around the old superstition about the groom seeing his bride in her wedding dress by not even allowing her to put in on. Hours before they were to be married, he crushed her nude body down on top of the high-fashion opulence, filling her with his manhood, and as extravagant as the dress was, Betsy knew it would only ever be a distant second to wearing Bruce’s musk and sweat as he raged against her, making her his woman in a way the wedding ceremony could never hope to match.

“You are a remarkable lover,” Betsy whispered, biting down on his earlobe in an attempt to return some of the sweet pain he had given her as he stretched her pussy once more. “I end up never being able to believe you’re as good as I remember—then you have me again and you’re better. You amaze me, Bruce… you really do…”

“It’s your body,” he whispered back to her. “I can’t get enough of it. It inspires me to greatness.”

Betsy smiled at his shameless flattery. “We were made for each other.”

“At the very least, we’re a good fit…”

Betsy gasped—his cock had gone into her once more, slowly but deeply, drastically deep, making her thighs tighten where they were wrapped around his waist. No matter how many times he filled her, she was never able to believe that all of his prodigious cock could go into her. It was the most delicious pain imaginable as her tightness gave way to their mutual pleasure.

“You know just how to satisfy me,” Betsy cooed, disbelieving once more even as he was in her up to the hilt. It had to be a dream. A wondrous, beautiful dream…

“Practice makes perfect.”

“Perfect… so very, very perfect…”

She felt the almost painful throbbing of her clit be consoled by the silky rubbing of his length against it, the pulsating of his own mad erection hitting her button like the driving beat of music rumbling through the walls. Deep inside her, she thrummed harder than ever, a river of her juices burgeoning outward. 

“Ohh… that’s nice, Bruce… yes, that… what I need… you’re so good to me… so good inside me… MMMMMMM,” Betsy groaned, writhing ecstatically. 

The muscles of Bruce’s back hollowed inward as he pressed himself down to her, leaving Betsy no choice but to moan, combing her fingers through his darkly glistening hair, feeling the dampness of sweat down on his scalp, the skin feverishly burning as he exerted himself to please her. Not just that, but make her his, leave her no doubt that this ecstasy was to be her fate from now on, her nightly reward for being his wife. It was almost terrible, how he showed her she couldn’t resist how much her body loved it.

He was going into her faster now—she could feel his blood boiling, her cunt matching it, hot and slippery, but not as hot as the friction of his passage inside her.

“Mother of God, Bruce!” she squealed, her eyelashes fluttering as fast as a butterfly’s wings. It was torture, taking this new plateau of satiation that he had brought her to. “What more do you want from me? What more can I—“

The rest was lost along with her power of speech altogether, as her language was reduced to the guttural moans of an animal in heat.

Bruce answered her anyway. “I want to see how hard you can come.”

She showed him, her fingers digging into his body to hold onto him, hold onto this feeling that she never wanted to end.

Don’t stop! She sent in psi-speech directly to his mind. Don’t—ever—stop—

He didn’t even come in her, determined to show her that this was just the beginning of how he would pleasure her. He left her barely able to move, spread-eagled on top of the wedding dress whose triple-weaved garment bag had fortunately protected it from being trampled underfoot as Bruce took her. She pulled down the zipper and reached inside to feel its elegant softness, as if it were Bruce himself, holding her instead of going to prepare for the wedding.

As she should be doing. Betsy had to call upon her disciplined ninja training, but she was able to regain her feet despite the exhaustion she felt. Great sensation, she’d learned, had a tendency to exhaust just by being felt—in such a way, Bruce’s lovemaking was more grueling than some tortures. But on the other hand, the most recent taste she’d had of his affection only made her more determined to go through with the wedding. She showered, wondering if she would prove a strong enough telepath to hold back her lusts from being broadcast to the entire wedding party. There were several powerful psychics in attendance, and the last thing she needed was for them to learn just how Bruce had destroyed her cunt that morning.

***

The wedding flew by, her nerves a non-issue—any trepidation she felt inevitably ended as she thought of the pleasure before the ceremony, which had virtually razed her flesh, reducing her to ashes that only Bruce could kindle a flame from. She was ruined for other men, she knew, spoiled rotten by his attentiveness and sheer physical prowess. So, if no other man could satisfy her, why not make it official and only allow this one to do as he’d so meticulously demonstrated he was able? Seen that way, it made all the sense in the world—and Betsy was an eminently practical woman.

Betsy wasn’t really a bridesmaids kind of girl, having few female friends between her male-centric ninja training, the resentment her eminent attractiveness and breeding engendered, the simple fact of being mixed-race in the almost primordially conservative island of Japan, and perhaps her own idiosyncratic drive and ambition. Fortunately, Bruce’s wives had welcomed her into the fold with a friendliness that even overcame her own reserve, quickly growing more intimate with her than she was with most of the X-Men—they attended her wedding, but she considered them more comrades-in-arms than personal friends. 

Shayera, Dinah, and Artemis had all served as bridesmaids, and afterward at the reception they proved a social lubricant that kept spirits high and the mood light where Betsy was sure it would be leaning towards solemnity and awkwardness otherwise. Of course, Bruce’s guests were largely the Justice League and members of his extended, adopted family, so everyone had a little something in common. Shayera, Dinah, and Artemis shepherded the disparate guests through unexpected similarities and shared history, leaving most everyone with someone to relate to and something to talk about. By the time the R35 Nissan GT-R arrived for Bruce to drive them off in, it seemed as if the party would never end.

But as much as she was enjoying herself, one corralling touch of Bruce’s hand at her waist and Betsy remembered what they had left unfinished that morning. Or, at least, what they could finish several more times, were they somewhere no one could hear her screams of passion. After one last round of well-wishing and congratulations, in which all three of her ‘bridesmaids’ clearly both envied her induction into their ranks and promised to join in as soon as possible, she was in the passenger seat of the two-door supercar, resting her head on Bruce’s broad shoulder as he effortlessly maneuvered their speeding bullet of a vehicle along the coast to the harbor, where a ferry would take them to the remote island where Betsy’s family hailed from. 

There, they would have ample solitude. It would hardly be luxurious, after the elaborate wedding, but a ninja could only take so much decadence. And, as that morning had proved, all she really needed was a bed underneath her and her new husband above her.

***

The next morning

Through the open shoji, their cozy little cottage was revealed to be overlooking a fishing village, simple homes lining the beach of the cove far below. It was a beautiful sight, simple and elegant, as so much of Japan was once you got past the technological sophistication the world so fetishized, but Bruce was more drawn to the sight of Betsy. In accordance with her native custom, she’d traded her wedding dress for a red kimono, bringing good luck. It was not done up, however, and though her back was to him, he could see the strong lines of her back and the swell of her supple buttocks beneath the loose folds of the fabric.

Then she turned, shutting the shoji behind her, and Bruce lost his breath. Her purple pubic hair was bared, the kimono hanging open to either side of her unashamedly presented groin, while her breasts were somewhat hidden in the draping weight of her kimono, which made clear the heave of the breaths she took and even the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric, but which obscured and concealed the rest in the most tantalizing way possible. The combination of unabashed exhibition and flesh flirtatiously left to the imagination enthralled Bruce. He could not look away as she walked to where he laid on the floor, resting on a traditional shikibuton with a kakebuton drawn up over his own naked body.

Her eyes wandered downward, to where his manhood stood out far from his groin. “You haven’t had enough?”

“Of you?” Bruce asked. “Never.”

“Bruce never has enough of anything.” Betsy turned and saw a picturesquely feminine silhouette through another shoji, the perfect curvature of the tall, athletic body almost stunning Betsy before she slid open the door and saw that, of course, it was Diana. “But perhaps together, we can sate him for a time.”

Bruce’s eyes looked over her ripe body as Diana divested herself of the dress she had worn to the wedding. She had been circumspect during the gathering, as if leaving Betsy space to have her fill of Bruce, but now her turn had come. Betsy couldn’t blame her for wanting to join in. She herself wanted that as much as Diana had to.

But honor demanded she show Diana that she didn’t need an Amazon to satisfy Bruce’s appetites. “If I need help, I’ll ask for it.”

Diana Indian-sat to watch them as Betsy moved to Bruce, kissing him as she pulled the quilt away, taking his fat cock into her hand. Stroking it back and forth, she felt his warm precum leak into her palm and cover his shaft as she continued rubbing him. Bruce groaned into her kiss, his lust becoming even more pronounced, and said “Hands and knees.”

Betsy smiled, recognizing from his commanding tone that Bruce had reached a point beyond being denied. “Show her how much I can take,” she demanded of him, before facing away from him, toward Diana, down on her hands and knees.

Bruce flipped her kimono out of the way, kissing her ass and fondling her hanging breasts, Betsy moaning in response. She could see Diana watching her, eyebrow piqued as she enjoyed the show. It added an extra little heat for Betsy to know Diana was getting off on the sight of Bruce making love to her. She smiled as Bruce’s lips trailed over her ass, tonguing the valley between her buttocks as she shuddered in expectation that had just started to be met. His tongue pushed into her anus and she mewled with pleasure. Diana was watching it all.

Bruce was now looming over her, kissing and biting her sweetly rounded buttocks as if they were a meal prepared especially for him. His tongue traveled over her anus again in a long lick, and Betsy moaned exceptionally loud as she lifted her ass up, pushing it back at him. He teased her though, leaving the tender sensitivity he had kindled there to kiss at her cunt instead. Betsy liked that just as much, even as her asshole throbbed for more of his attention, and she wiggled her hips to show how much she was enjoying herself. She gasped as his tongue fluttered inside of her, ravenously tasting her flowing juices before he pulled away, telling her “Roll over.”

Betsy turned over, her breasts thrusting up proudly, and she pulled her knees up to display her cunt to him. Bruce grinned at her as he lowered himself to her offering, kissing the insides of her thighs, his face nuzzling into her sex, his tongue emerging to play over the lips of her labia. Betsy sighed, torn between the urge to crane her neck and watch him or just lay back and enjoy what he was doing to her. She was drawn to the sight of her cream running out of her wet cunt, but equally overwhelmed when his tongue pushed inside her and she was left a quivering mass of pleasure, aware only of his lip-smacking enjoyment as he devoured her juices.

Then Betsy felt the mattress move. She turned her head and saw that Diana was kneeling beside her, hand at her pussy, legs spread so Betsy could see her fingers plunging inside of her cunt. “I wanted a closer look.” Then she leaned over to Betsy, leaving the ninja moaning as she sucked on her nipples.

Betsy returned the favor, pushing the Amazon’s hand away from her sex and giving Diana her own. She played with that sweet little pussy, just as warm and as tight as she remembered it, and Diana moaned against her breast, making it clear she enjoyed having Betsy’s fingers furiously rubbing at her sex.

Bruce continued mouthing Betsy’s pussy, but she was desperate for even more of his tongue, humping her cunt against his face even as she pushed three fingers inside of Diana. The Amazon’s juices dripped from her hand as she filled Diana with her fingers. Betsy didn’t feel like she was being fucked by Bruce, or fucking Diana. It was like they were all fucking each other, all fucking into one and through them and coming back to themselves.

She pulled at the hood of her clit with her fingers, exposing it to Bruce, instantly rewarded as his tongue rasped over it. She groaned with delight as the pulsing drive of pleasure his tongue had already brought her now went deeper than ever before, as if her clit was a chink in her armor that allowed him down to the very core of her. Suddenly, she erupted in orgasm, a shudder and a loud moan as her pleasure became unbearable. Bruce pushed her to the limit, but not beyond, coming away from her with his mouth wet from her cunt. Diana kissed Betsy quickly, then moved down her chest and taut little belly to the same feast Bruce had enjoyed.

Betsy had recovered by then, her body nowhere near having exerted itself enough. She wanted to see what Diana could do to her now that Bruce had done his worst. She pulled her knees back once more in invitation and Diana slid her face down to Betsy’s groin. Betsy quivered as she felt Diana’s tongue, lighter and sweeter than Bruce’s had been, more subtle but no less enjoyable as she sucked and licked at Betsy’s sex, seeming to enjoy both the lingering wetness of Bruce’s saliva and the fresh flood of Betsy’s juices.

Even if Bruce didn’t know how sweet Betsy tasted, the humming appreciation Diana voiced as she licked Betsy up would’ve drawn him in. With Diana’s assistance, he pushed Betsy onto her side, joining in behind her, his tongue lapping between her buttocks. Husband and wife worked their newest playmate over as Betsy shook with pleasure, barely having time to realize what was happening before she came once again. Diana moaned louder than she did; the Amazon seemed to enjoy the taste of Betsy’s ejaculation even more than she had her cunt.

Now it was Bruce’s turn once more. He pushed Diana aside and mounted Betsy, pushing her knees all the way to her collarbone, then driving himself into her gaping cunt. She was more than receptive now, even her tight, tiny sex ready to receive his massive cock. He pounded into her, Diana smiling as she watched them. The Amazon ran her hand over Bruce’s back, stroking the muscles that stood out as he poured his strength into fucking Betsy. Her hand curved over his well-muscled ass before groping his swinging balls, and after giving them a squeeze to find their contents throbbing potently, she left Bruce to straddle Betsy’s face and offer the ninja a taste of her own.

Betsy groaned, happy to have something to do with the anxious desire Bruce’s fucking left her with. She was totally overwhelmed by him, unable to do more than lay there and be his. Having Diana’s cunt in her mouth was like having a bullet to bite down on as Bruce tormented her with pleasure. And Diana was truly delicious to boot, her cunt as sweetly fragrant as a flower…

Bruce kept fucking Betsy and she kept licking Diana, who mewled and rocked her hips to grind herself into Betsy’s face. But once again, Bruce didn’t finish, preferring to prolong the inevitable. He pulled out of Betsy’s cunt and settled back on the floor, his hands cradling the back of his head as he watched the two women enjoy themselves.

They weren’t as content to be watched as Bruce was to play the voyeur. They had married Bruce Wayne and if there was one thing they could agree on, it was expecting him to give them the enjoyment they were accustomed to. Diana climbed off of Betsy and went to Bruce, taking his cock in her hand, just as Betsy had done when this ménage a trois started. She slowly jacked him off, more enjoying the fondling of his excessive manhood than anything else. Betsy purred as she saw his member growing and purpling before her eyes.

“Is he always that big, or is it just for you?”

Diana smiled back at her. “Soon enough, you’ll have more than enough evidence of how big he can get to decide for yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s by an inch or a mile,” Betsy chuckled. “Too much is too much.”

Diana’s smile widened. “No. Often, too much is just enough…”

Betsy fingered herself as she watched Diana hefting Bruce’s hairy balls, squeezing them rhythmically, whispering to him how much she liked the thought of all the cum inside them.

Bruce groaned as her fingers tightened, almost painful but not quite, leaving his cock with a throbbing need for the pressure of her cunt. “Easy, Diana—you’ll set me off.”

Diana’s grin showed she didn’t mind that outcome one bit. “Go ahead. We’ll get you hard again.”

“You’ll have to earn it.”

“Do you really think I want it more than you do?”

Diana laughed as Bruce pushed her onto her back, leaning over her, devouring her breasts as he had Betsy’s. She shrieked happily as she felt his teeth digging into her hardened nipples.

While Diana was in Bruce’s embrace, Betsy moved down their joined bodies, getting to Diana’s groin and pushing her legs up. She lowered her face between Diana’s silken thighs, getting her second helping of Diana’s delicious cunt, while looking up to watch Bruce mouth her breasts. Diana’s eyes were closed in bliss, her chest heaving as she moaned for both of them. She had Bruce sucking her tits and Betsy eating her pussy, and the combination had her feeling more love than ever for the both of them, for all three of them in this conjoined relationship, and ruing that their other wives were not yet part of the festivities.

Bruce finally pulled himself away from the perfection of Diana’s ample breasts, though the temptation to immediately return to them was mighty. He looked down at her sex, seeing muscular thighs opened wide in invitation. Betsy had answered that summons, and Bruce could see it was time for him to take part as well.

“Fuck me now, Bruce,” Diana moaned, prompting Betsy to move away and lay her head down on one of Diana’s thighs to watch.

Bruce grinned as he reached down to answer the desire emanating from between Diana’s legs, but not with his cock. His fingertips rolled over her hooded clit, coaxing it out with small touches, preparing it to take the full brunt of his fucking when he was inside of her.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll leave!” Diana swore, her patience at an end. 

“We can’t have that,” Bruce said, giving Betsy a sly look. Betsy could see the parallel—how even the indomitable Diana had given in and begged. But she had a feeling this was only one round of many, and the next time around, Bruce might not be so lucky.

Still, she smiled and enjoyed Diana’s surrender for the lovely gift it was. “Fuck her, baby. I’m dying to see her with her cunt stuffed full of your cock.”

Bruce wasted no time in giving both women what they wanted. He fisted his cock, guiding his knob to Diana’s opening, then driving it deep inside to feel the heat of her wet arousal. He fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Diana moaned constantly, holding onto his arms as she took his thrusts. Her ass clenched as she rolled her hips up to meet his driving cock.

“Great Hera! Fuck me, Bruce! Fuck me hard!” she pleaded.

Betsy watched, astonished by the frenzy of the proud Amazon warrior as Bruce pistoned into her. Was she herself so shamelessly wanton when it was her impaled on his magnificent prick? Or perhaps it didn’t matter. If Diana couldn’t resist the sheer pleasure of having him inside her, then was there any point in trying to maintain her own pride? She should, perhaps, just give in and enjoy herself, content to know that no woman could feel such pleasure without submitting to it…

Betsy moved behind Bruce’s broad, muscular back, watching the strong muscles heave, the cheeks of his ass standing out in rigid definition as he pounded himself into Diana’s sex. She leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck, then lower, feeling the rigidness of his stiffened spine and how his muscles had hardened into granite as he strove to please Diana’s insatiable lust. Finally, she was kissing his buttocks, enjoying their taut weight as much as Bruce had enjoyed her own ass. She lowered her face further to see his prick going into Diana’s pink cunt, awed by the sheer size of it and the sight of how Diana’s comparatively tiny sex clung to Bruce’s shaft as he delved in and out of her. It was no wonder Diana was begging for it. Betsy had known he was big, but—to think that thing had been inside her, all of it, all the way to the bristling hairs of his lower belly… 

His balls swung wildly as he thrust himself into Diana. Betsy smiled as she grasped hold of them, holding them in place as she ducked her head down to kiss and suck. Bruce groaned; Betsy had known him long enough to sense that his climax was near. She closed her hand until there wasn’t a millimeter of space left between her fingers and Bruce’s scrotum, then she felt him shoot. His balls leapt in her hand, clenching repeatedly as he shot off his load directly into Diana. An endless supply, with Diana cooing over every shipment she received and Bruce moaning with every one he delivered.

Finally, he was finished. Betsy could feel the throbbing in his balls die down to a tender nothingness. She released him as he rolled off of Diana, leaving both of them groaning. His prick was covered in her juices, while Diana was filled with his cum. Betsy found herself licking her lips as she looked between the two well-used sex organs. 

She had felt Bruce’s desperation as he fucked Diana, the need and love in his mind that, had he been inside her, Betsy never would’ve been able to gather her wits enough to sense. She saw now that while she might be practically addicted to the pleasures of being Bruce’s lover, he himself was just as needful, not even for his own pleasure, but simply to bring Betsy and Diana all the satisfaction that he could. And it swelled Betsy’s pride to know that she had filled Bruce with such loving determination, as only a few other extraordinary women could claim.

Only belatedly, Betsy realized she was still wearing her kimono. She stripped it off and tossed it aside, displaying herself to them in all her glory. She was married to both Bruce and Diana, and she wondered which of them would take advantage of that first…