Gotham Among Other Gods finale

Dinah felt Shayera unsnap her bikini top and was turning her head to say something when she saw that Shayera had already stripped down, her bare breasts heaving, shockingly light for such a dark-tempered woman. She was pale, even freckled, fitting her red hair. 

Shayera tossed Dinah’s straps aside and smeared the lotion where they had been, before she slipped Dinah’s bottoms away. Dinah lifted her hips to make it easier. Then Shayera’s hands were on her ass, caressing and massaging its supple hills, and Dinah wanted to moan in pleasure.

Artemis chuckled. “Maybe she’s still gunning for Tim. Now that Rose’s softened him up for extracurricular activities, I bet he wouldn’t mind raising another man’s child. After all…” Artemis rolled onto her back and held her belly. “Bruce is going to have his hands full.”

“Shut up!” Dinah gasped. Shayera turned her over to rub the lotion on the front of her body, hands all over her, Dinah’s passion swelling as she felt herself being touched as intimately as possible. “You too?”

Shayera smirked. “On Thanagar, we believe that a great victory can make a man more potent. Maybe, with his recent victory over the gods…”

“Potency has never been Bruce’s problem,” Artemis assured her. She had slipped out of her suit and now was happily watching Shayera anoint Dinah’s naked body. “And what do you mean, ‘the gods’? It was only a few of them, minor ones at that! If Zeus or Poseidon had been here…”

“Artemis, please,” Dinah said. “You’re throwing off my masseuse.”

“I’m done anyway.”

Dinah looked down at her body to see it glistening in the sunlight, running her hands down her firm flesh to find it feeling slippery and sensual with the healthy dose of suntan lotion. Now Shayera applied the lotion to her own naked body. In seconds, she was covered—though Dinah doubted she had enjoyed her own hands as much as Dinah had.

“Feels great, doesn’t it?” Diana said. “Bruce gets it from Japan. I just love it. It even smells nice.”

Dinah held her hand up to her nose and noticed a slight cinnamon tinge to the smell of the lotion.

Bruce returned then, carrying a tray of gin and tonics. He passed them around, regarding their nakedness as a patron would admire the paintings at an art gallery. Finally, he set down the tray and casually picked up the last glass for himself.

Diana took up the lotion bottle and came to her feet, giving Bruce a steady shove until he’d backed up and seated himself in a lounge chair. While Bruce casually sipped, Diana stripped his trunks away and rubbed the lotion over his naked flesh. He chatted with Dinah and Artemis while Diana applied it, almost seeming to ignore what Diana was doing aside from a certain huskiness in his voice. But his manhood was half-hard by the time she got to his groin. It became even more engorged as she rubbed lotion all over it.

“So Diana,” Dinah called, “how’s the lotion taste?”

Diana smiled. “That’s the best part,” she said, and took Bruce’s member into her mouth.

She sucked slowly, steadily, and despite how big his cock already was, it rose and throbbed still more inside her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, each journey along his length prompting a jerk and jolt as it responded to her talented mouth and grew bigger, bigger—fatter, longer, and harder. His cockhead was soon red-hot.

Diana was taking him deep into her throat and working hard on the overstuffed mouthful she’d taken possession of. She was sucking him so skillfully that he normally would’ve came in her mouth. He’d have had no choice. But he’d already shot into Artemis that morning. Tactical thinking; it gave him just enough resilience to hold off as Diana mouthed him.

The other women all lay in a circle on various air mattresses and lounge chairs. Dinah had gotten very aroused as Shayera had wetted her down with the lotion, but now that horniness was being subsumed into watching Diana and Bruce together. The sunlight was stimulating enough for her, she discovered, laying with her thighs spread as the sun’s heat touched her all over. It felt good, especially on the lips of her cunt—a thousand little flames springing up in her sex. She kept watching.

Diana finally drew her slurping lips off the tip of Bruce’s cock, studying it for a moment to see if it could get anymore erect. When she saw that it couldn’t, she turned around and got down on her hands and knees, facing her wives with a shit-eating grin on her face.

It was obvious what she wanted. Bruce got down on his knees behind his. His cock was throbbing, fat veins pulsating throughout it. He fitted the burning head to Diana’s sex and she looked back over her shoulder, a dreamy grin on her face as she watched him enter her.

“Ruff,” she said laconically, as he fucked her like a dog. She frantically returned the favor, pulling at him, churning around him as he steadily pumped into her, holding her by her well-rounded hips as he gave her his length up to the hilt. 

He enjoyed that fuck for the better part of an hour.

Dinah looked around. She hadn’t been married to Bruce long; the others were all old hands at this, and apparently regularly sunbathed nude, at least when they were on the island. They were tan all over, while Dinah felt funny, being exposed this way. She kept flipping over to make sure she hadn’t burnt. 

After about an hour of this, Diana had apparently had her fill. She moaned one last time, then slumped down into the lounge chair she’d just backed Bruce into, cum leaking out of her pussy so abundantly that for a moment Dinah thought she was putting on another layer of suntan lotion.

After shaking a few last drops of his seed on Diana, which she lovingly rubbed into her chest, Bruce walked out to the pool. Dinah noticed, as she had noted before, that once Bruce’s cock got hard, it stayed that way. The wet purple head throbbed in the bright sun, completely unashamedly, and Dinah stared at it all the way to the pool, where Bruce jumped in. 

Dinah also noted a stampede as the other women followed him in, and she relented to peer pressure. They all swam around enough to cool off and test the suntan lotion’s claim of being water resistant, before Bruce pulled himself out of the water with a shake of his shaggy hair.

“That’s enough sobriety,” he said, traipsing naked and dripping to the towel rack. “Another round. Drinks are on me.”

“Big deal,” Shayera snorted sarcastically. “He’s just trying to get us into bed.”

“I don’t think a bed is too necessary,” Artemis said, glancing back at Diana, who had fallen fast asleep. The semen was still running out of her splayed pussy, dripping between the slats of the lounge chair to fall to the ground. It was forming a small puddle in her shadow. 

Dinah could believe Stephanie, Helena, and Artemis all being pregnant. It was a wonder Karen hadn’t gotten knocked up too. The man was practically Mormon.

Just then, Bruce put an arm around Dinah’s shoulders. “Are you coming?” He’d toweled himself off and draped the towel over his shoulders, while remaining naked from the waist down. The partial, but totally ineffectual covering gave him a naturalist vibe that Dinah found faintly taboo. Her upbringing hadn’t been very conservative, but she still saw nakedness as something that went hand in hand with sex. And it did, with Bruce—hell, everything seemed like foreplay with him—but this place was turning into a nudist colony.

Dinah couldn’t say that she minded much, especially with Zatanna babysitting the children on the other side of the island. Trust a Vegas lounge act to be good at occupying kids as well.

“Well?” Bruce asked, adding a squeeze from his meaty hand.

Dinah grinned at him. “Doesn’t that depend on you?”

She lowered her head to his shoulder, showing her acquiescence, and he led the way into the house and into the bedroom. Artemis and Shayera followed behind, hand in hand. 

The master bedroom had a small bar and a huge bed. Bruce went to the bar first, mixing them the promised round of gin and tonics. Any heterosexual man who could leave the bed made with three naked women of their caliber in the room could teach the Dalai Lama things about self-restraint, Dinah mused. Then again, she enjoyed it much more when he taught them about… discipline.

“This is a tricky recipe,” Bruce said. “It might take me a moment. Shayera, Artemis, the bed’s there if you want to get started. Sort of get us into the mood.”

“Gladly,” Artemis said. “Just don’t be so sure there’ll be room for you once we get going.”

Shayera glanced down to his erection, still throbbing potently. “I think he can make room.”

She and Artemis brought their faces together, closer and closer, staring into each other’s eyes until those closed just before their lips parted and met. Dinah could see their red tongues merge before their lips were together. It was a long, sensual kiss, sex between mouths, two sets of lips exploring and tasting.

Artemis pulled Shayera to her and soon Shayera was on top of her, their naked breasts pushed together, their bodies squirming to do the same to their naked cunts.

Bruce took Dinah’s hand and led her to the bed, where they sat down leaning against the pillow-covered headboard, drinks in hand. The bed was big enough so that they could comfortably occupy the one end while Artemis and Shayera frolicked together at the foot of the bed.

Shayera’s thigh jutted between Artemis’s open legs, feeling the heat of Artemis’s wet pussy against her leg. She undulated her hips, tensed her muscles, stroking Artemis with her driving leg. Artemis moaned softly, her body warming with lust for the girl on top of her. Shayera lifted herself up and held her breasts over Artemis’s face, with Artemis sucking a deliciously pink nipple into her mouth.

Dinah took a sip from her glass. The sight of the two nude women fucking was having an effect. She felt heat and pressure building inside her sex as her nipples stood out firm and throbbing even harder.

A flush of joy spread over Shayera as she felt how hard Artemis was sucking. “That’s it! Suck my nipple! Yes, it feels so good!” Artemis moved her mouth to the other succulent teat, her tongue flashing as she captured the nipple between her lips. Shayera wiggled and jerked her hips, riding her own cunt against Artemis’s thigh.

Dinah looked down at her own nudity. Her nipples had become long and hard. The golden hair that shone between her legs was darkening with her moist juices; she could smell her own pungent desire, markedly distinct from the faint smell of sex she scented from Artemis and Shayera.

The warmth Artemis felt pulsing between her legs had now become a fire raging out of control. She devoured Shayera’s breast, sucking as much of the firm flesh between her lips as she could, but then Shayera was kissing her, hot wet lips moving down her neck and onto her cleavage, tongue flashing over the contours of her breasts, teeth nibbling on her hardened nipples. Shayera’s lips went lower, into the perfumed tuft of hair between her thighs, and feeling a woman’s hot breath against her groin made Artemis cry out in desire.

While Dinah watched Shayera go down on her fellow redhead, she was also watching Bruce’s cock stiffen. She reached for his rising erection, eager to feel the hot-blooded throb of his need. It satisfied her more than she could say, feeling him thicken and harden inside her fingers, and yet she couldn’t be satisfied with just holding him. Even if it meant relinquishing the sight of Shayera and Artemis, she had to bend over Bruce’s lap and brush his cockhead with her tingling lips. As she did, Bruce ran a caressing hand down her back, to the supple curve of her buttocks. Slowly, passionately, they felt each other, from her lips around his prick to his hand along the roundness of her ass.

Dinah opened her eyes, looking at Shayera still devouring Artemis’s cunt, and it made Dinah even more eager for Bruce’s cock. She massaged it with her tongue, filled her mouth with it, tightening her lips happily around its throbbing length. She was ready to satisfy his cock and be satisfied by it.

She was so intent on taking him down her throat that she didn’t notice Shayera and Artemis moving to join them. One moment, all she could feel was how Bruce thrummed inside her gullet. The next, Artemis’s hands were on her thighs, smoothing their way to her damp pussy. Dinah looked up, surprised and pleased to find both redheads touching her, kissing her, caressing her. 

Dinah was carried off of Bruce’s prick and laid down on her back, with Bruce rolling over to join in covering her with hands and kisses. She closed her eyes as she felt him and Artemis sharing her inner thighs, Bruce on her left and Artemis on her right. Their lips awakened every inch of the sensual flesh, leaving it trembling with a desperate need.

Dinah opened her eyes again and saw Shayera bent low to her taut stomach, twisting her tongue into Dinah’s belly button. Dinah shuddered as the feel of Bruce and Artemis’s warm kisses, which she thought couldn’t get any better, suddenly became something else entirely. She was being fucked by their kisses, having orgasms in the goosepimpled skin that their lips caressed.

As Dinah shuddered with joy, Shayera kissed her way up her long, lean torso, ducking her head to lick at the undersides of Dinah’s breasts, her warm breath tantalizing the sensitive skin between them. Dinah cupped her own tit in one hand and put the other around Shayera’s head, offering the erect nipple to Shayera’s mouth as her other hand pulled her in and demanded those lips. Shayera smiled at her insouciantly, mocking Dinah’s lustful need even as she sympathized with how aroused she had become, and before accepting the tempting offer, she broke Dinah’s hold to kiss her, their tongues dancing together in throbbing warmth that ran all the way down to their cunts. Then Shayera was kissing her neck, Dinah’s breasts burning hotter than ever, but the beauty of Shayera’s lips against her pulse contenting her until she could wait forever.

At the same time, Bruce’s lips were nearing her cunt, the flesh of her inner thighs tingling as she felt him make his way there. He eased her onto her side so that her yearning pussy was directly in front of his face, then she felt Artemis’s warm lips on her luscious ass. Dinah wiggled her cheeks excitedly as Artemis kissed them, first at the backs of her thighs, then at the most pronounced curves of her buttocks, then deeper and deeper inside the valley of her ass.

Dinah’s flesh felt like it was burning as Artemis ran her tongue between the inviting globes, Artemis feeling her own sex throbbing and quivering. She ran her hands over Dinah’s hips, reveling in the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin, while her tongue approached Dinah’s anus. Dinah panted and moaned as the licking heat neared her waiting asshole, finally probing the taut entrance. Haltingly at first, Dinah squirming and grinding her wet pussy against Bruce’s face. Then the tongue slithered into her rectum, as if Artemis was giving Bruce a kiss through the intimate flesh of Dinah’s body.

“Ahh, ahh, yes! Lick my asshole!” Dinah panted. “No, fuck it! Fuck my ass with your tongue!”

Dinah was so entranced by the slippery sensation of Artemis tonguing her ass that she almost didn’t notice as Bruce left her pussy, coming up her body and shouldering Shayera aside so that his cock was poised at Dinah’s entrance. She gasped as he penetrated her, sliding easily into the warmest depths of her sex, his huge erection filling her cunt. It was hot and hard and she delighted in being stretched by it, sensual pleasure rippling through all of her taut flesh.

Bruce and Artemis were lying on their sides, Dinah between them, with male cock and female tongue inside her. While the three of them worked toward their orgasmic bliss, Shayera joined in. She picked her way over their joined bodies until she’d forced Dinah to twist at the hips, pinning her shoulders down to the bed and straddling her face. Dinah saw her opportunity to vent some of the lust she was feeling, to do something other than letting the pleasure that was being inflicted on her body have its way with her. She kissed Shayera’s pussy, lapped at her hooded clit, and Shayera rode her face as she writhed with pleasure.

Bruce completed the circuit. As he drove into Dinah, he reached to Shayera’s ass and opened up her buttocks, then delved his tongue into her asshole. Above him, Shayera massaged her breasts as she thrilled to have both Dinah and Bruce’s tongues inside her. They rhythmically licked inside of her while she rocked her hips back and forth.

The four of them were having it all. Bruce pistoned into Dinah’s gushing pussy while she fucked her tongue deeper and deeper into Shayera and felt Artemis’s tongue between her own buttocks, husband and wife consuming her lower body in the pursuit of pleasure. She felt her clit swelling and throbbing as Bruce plunged into her again and again, and she reached down to minister to it herself. I’m fucking myself, she thought wildly. They’re all fucking me and I’m fucking myself!

Shayera was the first to lose herself in the sex, all of her mind and body locked up in a violent series of orgasmic shudders as she released her cream into Dinah’s hungry mouth. Her hips jerked and she pressed herself against the succor Dinah’s tongue offered as her climax coursed through her flesh.

Tasting Shayera’s ejaculation, feeling it wash over her face, set off Dinah’s own burst of ecstasy. She thrust herself against Bruce as she came, her cunt begging to feel his cock in its deepest recesses. She clenched around his manhood until he came and his cum filled her clutching pussy, spilled out to whet Artemis’s tongue. 

Artemis felt Bruce’s cock erupt, right through the tissues of Dinah’s body that separated it from her face. She squeezed her thighs together on her rubbing hand and braced herself to join in. As Bruce’s seed occupied Dinah’s cunt like conquered territory, he grabbed Artemis by the hair, wrenched her face back, then pulled his ejaculating cock out of Dinah and forced it into Artemis’s open mouth. Despite his tightly shut eyes and the intensity of his orgasm, he was able to unerringly fit himself between Artemis’s lips as he pumped out more of his cum, covering Artemis’s grateful tongue and filling her belly as well as her mouth. 

She fingered herself wildly as the heat of his semen ran further than her stomach; it plunged like a bomb down between her legs and she came just as Shayera had, just as Bruce was coming down her throat, coming and coming until she gagged, couldn’t take anymore, ripped her gurgling throat away from Bruce and was replacing by Shayera, their naked bodies all striving and rubbing together as the Thanagarian sucked out the last of his orgasm, fingers clenched on his muscular ass, pussy still rippling in climax.

Dinah felt her satisfied womanhood quiver with Bruce’s cock gone from it, leaving only a pearly white lake between her thighs. As Shayera sucked lovingly on the musky taste of Bruce’s spent prick, the four of them otherwise lay still, basking in the voluptuous afterglow of their four-way climax.

“That looked like it was fun.” Diana posed in the doorway, showing off her magnificently naked form, and even to four people who had just indulged themselves with some of the most beautiful bodies imaginable, it was still too stunning to look away from. “It’s enough to make a girl wish she’d been part of the orgy instead of letting Bruce have me all to himself.”

Basking in their attraction to her, even with their lusts exhausted, Diana strode through the room. Dinah could only marvel at how big the bed was, to let Diana lay down on it despite the foursome already there. She took the liberty of drawing the sheets up over the five of them, making the scene quintessentially perfect. And she took a gin and tonic from the nightstand where Bruce had left them.

“I have news,” she said, growing serious. “Hippolyta has come to a decision on what to do with the golden apples.”

Bruce straightened, sitting up against the headboard and prying himself away from Shayera’s mouth. “And?”

“They’ll be given to guardians. You. Dick. And Tim.”

“And what does that entail?” Shayera asked—perhaps a little put out by having her favorite candy stolen away by the seriousness of the moment.

“Immortality,” Diana replied. “For us and all our families, until the time comes when we decide to give it up and pass on into the afterlife.”

“Immortality,” Bruce said evenly. “That sounds like it could take a while.”

Diana smiled at his deadpan reaction. “It might.”

“Hope we can think of something to occupy the time.”

Diana crawled over his other wives, the three women who have failed to sate him, as he grew hard once again. “I’m open to suggestions…”

***

The slinky red dress that Donna wore seemed incredibly thin, soft as silk, surrendering at every opportunity to the firm curves that Donna’s exercise and pregnancies had left her with. The literal child-bearing hips and full, pouting breasts that Dick had explored even more thoroughly than their children had.

While Artemis Crock wore a little black dress, short and sweet, as she danced with Donna—the darkened color of her mixed-race heritage made it easy to lose the border between her skin and the high-hemmed skirt, the plunging neckline and backless top… Dick came up behind her, joining his hands with Donna’s so that Artemis was squeezed between the taller couple.

With Dick at her back, Artemis looked up at Donna hopefully. The private dinner promised to be a long, formal, boring event, so Artemis was really torturing herself by getting her hopes up for what might happen after they all went home, but if she wanted to let her anticipation grow truly unbearable, let her—it would be fun seeing her driven nearly out of her mind.

“Artemis has a secret,” she told Dick. “Wonder if you’re a good enough detective to figure it out.”

“I can always squeeze it out of her,” Dick said. He lowered his head to address Artemis. “Don’t you think?”

“It depends on what you give me for it,” Artemis replied breathlessly.

“Donna,” Dick replied, “what’s our best offer?”

“Your best offer is mine,” Donna vowed, looking him in the eye. “Or isn’t my ass hot enough for you?”

Dick grinned back at her. “Plenty hot. But not hot enough to take everything I can throw at it.”

“Maybe not,” Donna laughed. She looked down at Artemis. “What about you? Can you take it—or are you just something hot and wet for him to fuck? He’ll fuck anything hot and wet…”

She slipped her hands out of Dick and Artemis’s, reaching down to put her hands on Artemis’s waist, just like they were still dancing. But another second and she lifted Artemis’s already short skirt. The action was lost in the darkness of the intimately lowered lights—a flash of Artemis’s panties and then Dick stepped in to press his black trousers against Artemis’s white ass, his erect manhood pressing through his fly to find itself between the shapely cheeks of her ass as his body blocked her nudity. Artemis gasped—he was so hard, even through his pants and her panties. She clenched her buttocks, squeezing his member.

“Don’t lose this hard-on before we get home,” Donna said. “I think Artemis wants it.”

“Or maybe she just likes rubbing against your hot little body,” Dick laughed.

Donna smiled, remembering how Artemis had gone after her cunt when there weren’t all these clothes in the way. It could be true. Maybe she liked pussy more than prick, although she’d definitely liked Dick well enough. 

“It must feel pretty good,” Dick continued, “rubbing against you without any protection. If a little irresponsible.”

“It’s not irresponsible,” Artemis said. “Nothing can happen—none of us are sick and I, I can’t get pregnant. I already am.”

Dick kissed the crown of her blonde head. “I know,” he said, and suddenly was pressing a ring into her hand. No, two rings. One for her and one for Donna, who was holding them with her. “Marry us. We’ll do this every night.”

“Go to a boring dinner?” Artemis asked cynically, even as Donna was pulling up the front of her skirt, rubbing a bare thigh through her high-slit dress and into Artemis’s crotch. “G-get molested on the d-dance floor?”

“Why not?” Dick asked, embracing Donna. It was like the two of them were fucking each other right through Artemis, with the electrical, nearly orgasmic eye contact they made. “You seem to like it well enough.” Then they were both looking at Artemis, waiting for her answer.

“Take me home,” Artemis countered. “Show me what I have to look forward to. Then I’ll think about letting you dorks marry me.”

“She drives a hard bargain,” Donna said.

“We’ll have to find something she really, really wants to make sure she goes through with the wedding.” Dick reared up, his tented erection slinking from Artemis’s mound to the dimple of her anus. Artemis bit her lip as she felt the fabric of his underwear scratch at her sensitive opening. She could only imagine what his naked cock would feel like there.

“And then say she doesn’t get it until we’ve made it official?” Donna rubbed the groin of her wet panties against Artemis’s clit. It was burgeoning and erect. “That’s a good idea. Or maybe…” She pulled her hips back. “One of us should just watch. Not join in until we’re man and wife and wife.”

“Maybe,” Artemis suggested, her voice trembling, “we should see if Gotham has any all-night chapels.”

Then they were both whispering in her ears.

“There are three,” Donna said.

“I’ll fuck you in the limo as we drive away,” Dick said.

“If you can make him come, I’ll lick it out of your pussy,” Donna said.

“If you can’t, you’ll just have to watch Donna show you how,” Dick said.

Artemis closed her eyes and whimpered. “I’m gonna come--!”

Dick slipped the ring on her finger just before she did. Donna put hers on before she fingered her.