TSTA update

Bruce did not wonder if he would get used to Diana’s appearance. He knew he never would. Especially when she’d picked out a silky red dress that showed off her body to its best advantage. The strapless sequined bustier thrust her breasts up and out; were it not for her white fur stole covering her cleavage, the effect would’ve been almost obscene. The dress flared into a skintight sheath that came to mid-thigh, at most. Almost her entire back was exposed. Bright red high heels completed the devastating look, one that would only have been detracted from if she’d worn stockings. Instead, her legs were long, bare, and beautiful.

Seeing his hungry gaze on her arrival, Diana paused a moment to do a pirouette, then proceeded to let the maître d' guide her to his table. It was an expensive Spanish restaurant with an authentic old-country atmosphere, and Bruce had already ordered paella and Spanish red for both of them.

“Thank you for waiting,” Diana said.

“You’re always worth it.” Bruce nodded the maître d’ off; he’d been waiting on Diana’s order, hoping to see more of her, but the wine had already arrived and the meal would soon be there. 

Diana sat, stooping forward slightly to ease into her chair, and even that was a production, the fur wrap falling forward and providing a generous glimpse of her cleavage. Bruce had intimate knowledge of her breasts, but he suddenly found himself curious all over again—even his trained memory no substitute for the real thing.

“You wanted to discuss something?” Bruce asked. He had already taken off one shoe under the table, and with Diana now seated, he reached out to her chair and stroked her calf.

Diana smiled gently, acknowledging the oddity of the affection, though it was no less welcome for it. “We’re still trying to swell the Amazon ranks with new members, new children. And you have been doing your part for that…”

“It is its own reward,” Bruce replied nonchalantly.

Diana grinned and flexed her calf against his stroking foot. “Haven’t the years taught you yet, Bruce, that you don’t have to go it alone?” She let him stew on that while she looked at the dessert menu. Something about the way Bruce was caressing her leg made her feel like dinner would be quick. “I’ve noticed a pattern. A shared warrior spirit between your people and mine.”

“My people?” Bruce asked, pouring for the both of them with effortless multitasking. It almost made Diana wonder if someone else were at the table, petting her leg.

“Batman Incorporated?” Diana couldn’t keep a scoff out of her voice. “Such an unpoetic name.”

“We can’t all be warrior poets.”

Diana pressed on. “Dick and Donna, Tim and Cassie… we should support them in their… togetherness.”

“So they’ll have children.”

“Yes.”

Bruce sipped his wine. “I fail to see how you expect me to encourage them to do that.”

“Only in leading by example.”

“This is a very roundabout way to get me into bed, Diana.”

Diana picked up her wineglass. “Would you prefer to discuss Wayne Enterprises?” She sipped. “How you’re adapting Amazonian technologies?” She sipped again. “The merger? Your version of the purple ray?”

“No,” Bruce said stiffly. He reached into his pocket, placed a small box on the table. When she opened it, the candlelight would shine particularly wonderfully on the diamond. “Be my wife. Live with me and be my wife.”

Diana smiled. “Perhaps I spoke too soon about you being unpoetic.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Acceptance,” Diana replied. “You’re a laconic soul. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Then have me.”

Diana took the ring. “You gave me a ring, but you took the words right out of my mouth.” Her eyes gestured to the exit.

“What about the food?”

Diana reached out and pushed his wineglass over. The Spanish red became a brief drizzle on his waistcoat. 

“Oh, what a mess,” Diana said, halfheartedly patting at his chest with her napkin. “We should wash up immediately.”

“Our hotel room is across the street.”

“Does your preparation know no bounds?”

Bruce smiled at her. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

***

They barely purloined the room, not even noticing the wine dripping off Bruce and marring the floor as he stripped out of his tuxedo. Diana was unapologetically vulgar in skimming her dress down her body, wiggling out of it, and proceeding straight to the bathroom in bra and panties. Bruce followed her, hardening impossibly more as she discarded her lingerie to the linoleum tile. He disrobed to show the extent of his arousal.

As they’d already discovered, the shower stall was the perfect place to finish out the evening. They squeezed inside without a word and Diana adjusted the faucets so that a steady stream of hot water came down on them like a rejuvenating spring rain.

“Let me do your back,” she said with a mischievous smile.

Bruce was all too willing to let the princess do whatever she wanted, and he handed her the soap. After a prodding push from her, he leaned forward and pressed his palms flat against the wet tile wall while planting his feet solidly.

Diana directed her massaging fingers and their sudsy covering to his back and shoulders, kneading the thick muscles as he rested his head against one outstretched arm, resolving himself to relaxation. Diana had a way of making the most turgid sexuality strike notes of comfort and pleasantness as well.

She rubbed her hands over his back and then moved them down along his spine, giving him the chills. He shivered and she laughed heartily, enjoying herself. Bruce could sense how she was becoming increasingly aroused by their proximity, their touching. Her gentle and stimulating washing was certainly having the desired effect on him as well. His cockhead strained from his foreskin, further lengthening and thickening as his arousal grew out of all control.

Diana’s hands continued to move down, soaping up every inch of his muscular back. He didn’t say a word, not wanting to spoil things. But he wondered what she had planned, knowing this was no time for a back rub.

He was absolutely correct.

The last thing Diana had in mind was to loosen his muscles. His body was turning her on incredibly, even more the longer she rubbed her hands over his jagged scars and hard muscles. She bent down slightly to wedge her ass flush against the other wall of the shower stall, for it was that narrow and Bruce was that big.

Suitably positioned to not lose her balance or slip on the wet floor, she eased her hands ever downward, wondering if Bruce appreciated the irony of being got off in such a coolly methodical manner. His cock was getting bigger by the minute.

Bruce tried to glance back, then turned his face up to the shower spray, letting Diana carry on at her own speed. And that was increasing the lower she got, now tickling the small of his back before sliding her ten trembling fingers onto the rounded muscles of his tense buttocks.

“You have a nice ass, Bruce,” Diana told him as her fingers moved over the rounded plateaus.

“That’s high praise, coming from you.” He groaned as he felt her fingertips tickling and arousing him.

Diana didn’t reply, getting increasingly preoccupied and turned on by what she was doing, by how she was calling the shots and not the almighty Batman. The water continued to stream down on them, stimulating their flushed skin and sending up gales of steams to clothe them. Diana rested her chin on Bruce’s shoulder, looking down at his stiff and unwieldly organ as it bobbed back and forth, ramming out above his hanging scrotum. But Bruce made no move to touch himself. Rather, he was enjoying Diana’s sensual attentions, allowing her to do with him as she pleased.

She couldn’t have been happier, no matter how appealing the thought was of him voicing his desires to her. She knew how he usually was, how aggressive he became with Shayera and Helena and even Artemis. She liked being the only one who could handle him, who could take all the sheer muscle she felt as she massaged his ass. They all submitted to him. All but her.

But there was only so much Bruce could submit. He turned to face her, her eyes automatically dropping down to stare with considerable excitement at his shaft and the massive engorgement it held. The prospect of enjoying his wonderfully thick column delighted her to no end, and Diana made no bones about the fact that she was anxious for him to hammer it inside her every bit as far as he had before, if not deeper.

“Let me wash your hair,” Bruce said insincerely, pushing down on her shoulders, and Diana willingly went to her knees before him. As he pumped a spigot of shampoo into his hands and reached down to massage her scalp, Diana opened her lips and took him inside. First mouth, then throat. He easily retook the territory she had long since ceded to him.

His hands rubbed vigorously into her hair, guiding her along as his manhood, forcing her to relax even as the member she was sucking on became ever more tense and taut. The irony of what he was doing, and how it paid her back for how she’d washed him earlier, appealed to Diana as a fine joke.

Then he was just fucking her face, allowing her nothing but his cock, wedging her against the wall of his shower and driving into her throat with powerful thrusts of his hips. Her hands flew to his ass, clenching at the mercilessly hard flesh, like a marble statue, that mocked her with the same turgidity that was drilling into her gullet. 

I can never truly conquer him, Diana thought to herself, but he can never truly conquer me.

At the moment, though, he was doing a damned good impression, her nails digging into his ass, his cock digging into her throat, the shower tiles cracking against the back of Diana’s head with the main force that only Diana’s superhuman strength could withstand.

Bruce only stopped from coming by pulling abruptly out of her mouth. For a wild moment, Diana thought he would slap her with his fully erect cock. It would be a grave insult, but she found herself wanting him to do it. Instead, he laid his erection over her upturned face as he dragged his balls to her mouth.

“Lick them all over, princess,” he growled.

He rotated his pelvis, rubbing his balls all over Diana’s mouth, helping her get at every inch of them with her nimble tongue. He shoved his groin against her mouth and she sucked it obligingly, her nose buried in his pubic hair, her lips and tongue working on the musky flesh between his balls and asshole.

“Recognize anything from the last time you ate Artemis out?”

Diana’s eyes flared as she looked up at him. She shot up, breasts heaving, muscles tensing with power. “You will fuck me! Now!”

Having reached the point of no return, as turned on by Diana as she was by him, Bruce tackled her against the wet wall. With one hand, he guided his cock down towards her open sex.

“And you will recognize my taste on Artemis the next time you devour her cunt,” Diana told him in no uncertain terms.

“She couldn’t resist my cock that long,” Bruce replied readily. “Neither can you.”

She was shuddering with the expectation of pleasure, with the expectation of once again being filled to the hilt with the full length of his conquering manhood. And he gave her it along with the full complement of his experience, not about to disappoint his love in the least. Nor himself, for that matter.

He thrust agilely, jamming himself into her. His glans slotted into place, filling her up, stretching her smooth and taut from the pressure of his cockhead. Even as she whimpered and begged for more, he pushed forward a second time, easing the first throbbing inches of his organ into her wet recesses. He could feel her wetness helping him slide inside her, almost sucking him in.

“Oh, you’re beautiful—Hera—too much!” Diana whispered, sliding her fingers up through the thicket of wet chest hair that covered Bruce’s burly torso. She circled her palms over his broad pectorals and he groaned in response, still trying to work his cock even deeper inside her.

He was pushing up into her, as if to lift her off her feet, and when he could go no further he glanced down and saw that he still had nearly a third of his member to give her. “Time to go for a ride,” Bruce said, and he pushed her forward, pressing her up against the wall even as he lifted her off the floor.

With naturally athletic grace, Diana bounded up and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders for additional support. The bulk of her weight was pushed up firmly against the tile wall, and Bruce continued what he’d started. With several eager thrusts forward, he managed to ram himself the rest of the way into place, not satisfied until his every hot inch was enjoying the clinging embrace of Diana’s sex.

Diana was beside herself by then, and she wiggled like a trapped and landed fish, shuddering against him as he held her steady, thrusting into her with demonic power and libertine delight.

She was physically impaled on the straining lance of his manhood, wiggling on it, panting loudly with every driving stroke he further gave her. He beat his cock in and out, fierce and proud of his virility, wanting to come inside her and knowing that she’d get off in no time at all, long before he had even approached his own orgasmic release.

He wanted her to come as many times as was physically possible, and so he worked himself in and out, sliding his shaft upward and rubbing it hotly all along the convulsing length of her womanhood. She clung to him, sucking on his neck and shaking with fitful, well-pleasured spasms.

“Yes, anything, do it some more, some more, I need it. I need it so much, all of it, more,” she kept repeating, babbling incoherently as he drilled his steely hardness in and out with one powerful thrust after another.

Her breasts jiggled wildly, but he wasn’t able to grip them with his hands, so he bent his head forward to grab hold of the rounded flesh with a bite as he kept plunging in and out of her.

“I—I don’t believe it. I’m coming, great Hera, I’m coming now, all over it, you fucking hero, you damn demi-god, give it to me, yes, yes, I’m there!” She groaned and flung herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.

The hot gushes of her delight that he’d felt earlier now swirled down over his pistoning cock, coating it and making her even more juicy and well-lubricated. Her cream dripped down his thighs and he kept at it, attacking her sex with renewed vigor.

His balls swung back and forth, heavy with a fresh load of cum he could almost feel churning inside his scrotum. Any minute and he’d come too, but before he even had a chance to reach his own sexual bliss Diana screamed out once more.

“Again, merciful Aphrodite, it’s happening again!” She cried out with wild delight, coming a second time as he kept ramming himself into her with all his strength.

There was no stopping either of them after that.

He lost track of what was happening to her after he’d triggered a third climax. Her multiorgasmic enjoyment of his efforts fed his sexual appetite and he was nearing his own pinnacle with increasing speed, his cock moving inside her like a sledgehammer. Her cunt seemed to grow even tighter with never-ending convulsions, nipping and holding onto his darting prick.

“Don’t say her name,” he ordered her. “Say mine.”

By now she was barely able to keep her legs locked around him. Her head fell over his shoulder and he felt her heart beating like a drum reaching crescendo. But still he couldn’t stop himself from ramming her over and over again.

He heard her whisper his name.

Everything seemed to be spinning around him then, and he knew he was nearly exhausted. But still he kept at it, for any second it was destined to take place all over again. And finally—for Bruce knew the workings of his body on the most profound level—he felt the firsts signs of his approaching climax.

“Bruce,” Diana whimpered weakly.

His balls pulled up involuntarily, high within his swaying scrotum. Then his muscles stiffened, contracted, and a roar of bull-like animalism flew out of the depths of his discipline.

“You wanted it!” Bruce gritted out. “And now you’ve got it! Take it, all my cock, all my cum, now, right now!”

“Bruce!”

The hot bursts of cum cascaded like a geyser from the deeply buried head of his prick. It splashed against her cervix and slid down her well-stuffed walls, barely able to flow with her cunt so amazingly filled by the shuddering length of his manhood.

He leaned against her, groaning and shaking as more and more jism battered her tenderest inner flesh. She said nothing, too exhausted and overloaded with sensation to move a muscle. But her walls contracted involuntariuly, responding to the soothing balm that was his hot cum.

How long they leaned against the wall of the shower he didn’t know. How long it took for him to empty himself, to drain his balls of their abundant cargo of semen, was something else he didn’t know.

But that was of no importance in the grand scheme of things. Only pleasure mattered now, and that was most assuredly what he had given to Diana—and taken from her. Now they clung to each other, having exhausted themselves into the only peace they seemed likely to find.

When he’d managed to return to his senses and pull his mind, not to mention his body, together, Bruce gently eased back, letting Diana down to her feet once again. When his cock had slid out of her, it led an escape of copious semen, Diana laughing disbelievingly as his leavings ran down her thighs. He had truly fucked her. 

Bruce turned around again and adjusted the taps. This time they really showered, to fully relax if for no other reason. The warm and then cool water cleared their heads and returned their senses. Five minutes later they laid in the bed, rinsed and scrubbed dry, the only evidence of their wild fling the wet footprints they’d left on the carpet leaving the bathroom, and some drops of red wine that had stained the carpet as they entered the bathroom.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me before I leave?” Bruce asked Diana as he laid beside her, enjoying the mirror mounted above the bed, showing her stark naked and just as inviting, just as much of a turn-on, as she’d been in that dress. It seemed like a million years ago. “We didn’t have much of a chance to talk over dinner.”

Diana shook her head. “World’s greatest detective… it’s a good thing you asked me to marry you when you did. I’m pregnant.”

“Well then… I suppose there’s no reason to refrain from unprotected sex.”

“Is that an offer to entertain?” Diana asked with a suggestive little laugh, a salaciously accompanying grin. “You are the host, after all.”

“I’d be more than willing to entertain. Just the way you know how to entertain me.”

With a sly chuckle, Bruce dropped down her body, kissed her freshly washed sex with a darting tongue. Licking it only made him think of how tight and hot it had been, closing around his bursting manhood. Perhaps it was wrong, including another innocent and potential victim—no matter how powerful—in his circle of allies, exposing her to risk, putting her in danger of his enemies. But he had come to trust her wisdom more than his own. 

Finally, reluctantly, he climbed up to mount her. When Diana felt him sliding easily into her, small and tight as she was, she clenched down as hard as she safely could, making him groan with ecstasy at the tight, clasping embrace. He moved slowly within that massaging hold, slowly and methodically, building her desires. 

Her nipples stood up almost immediately, demanding the same worth they had received in the shower, and each time Bruce’s rough red tongue dragged across one of the aroused hardenings, she felt her entire breast quiver with anticipation of even more.

His speed increased inside her, and it was as if his cock drove out her thoughts. She thought she heard him say something—something poetic, even—but she wasn’t really sure. She was concentrating on things other than his words, and she already knew how he truly felt. His cock filled her until she was bursting with joy. The friction of him along her inner walls made her scream in delight.

She rolled on top of him to pay him back for the shower, and rode him long and hard. They were both drenched with sweat by the time his prick began to melt inside her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. For a moment, he pulled back, then he responded fully. His tongue snaked against hers and all she could think was that she was coming, she was coming hard.

With her convulsing sex sucking and squeezing his manhood, Diana suddenly felt Bruce’s thick hot cum gushing into her, adding more pleasure to her overwhelming climax. His massive load filled the tight space inside her, then boiled back out of her, forming a sticky pool on Bruce’s abs. 

“Oh, oh, ohhh!” she wailed, driving herself faster on top of him, jamming herself down on his climaxing member for as long as he refused to soften. “Big cock! It’s so good! I’m coming so much! Give it to me, fuck me, more, more! Make me come and come and come!”

Bruce rolled on top of her again, forcing himself to thrust into her even as his cum was flying into her, pitching from his cockhead in powerful gulps. Diana shuddered under him, her legs sticking up in the air, her hair a wild mane under her, her hands gripping the headboard over her. Bruce managed to make her come again before he finished, and Diana thanked him with his name, said as lovingly and as fondly as a man could ever heard it.

Bruce tried to roll off her, but Diana went with him, straddling him once more, keeping him inside her, their mouths pressed tightly together. Then, finally, they broke off. Neither said a word. Neither had to.

They’d both gotten what they’d wanted so much.

***

Bruce was too stealthy even for her senses. In the middle of the night, he washed clean once more, then dressed in the Batsuit hidden within his luggage. He cast Diana a last longing, loving glance, and then was out the window, making his way out into the streets of Gotham.

He was filled with emotion, physically sated thanks to Diana, but more emotionally turbulent than ever before. Bruce Wayne: husband. Father. It seemed impossible, no matter the justification, no matter the happiness. This wasn’t just a fulfillment of his urges or a tactical alliance with the Amazons. 

For what he found most difficult to deal with was his growing awareness of his own fondness for Diana. The fact that even if she were perfectly content without him, even if she could find some other arrangement or there was no need for his involvement, he would still want to be with her. Had wanted to be with her, until he’d left to attend his duty.

Did that mean he wanted her too much or not enough? He knew his feelings were real, knew the value the Amazons placed on them. He would never had asked her to marry him otherwise. 

It was then, crouching on the parapet of a building and waiting for the police scanner to pick up something in the slow night, that he heard the faint rustle of Diana’s skirt as she came in for a landing.

He looked at her, half-wondering if she would even recognize him, this grim and this stoic.

“There’s about to be a bank robbery on 42nd and Fisk.” She smiled at him. “World’s greatest detective. Not world’s only detective.”

Bruce drew his grapple-gun, mentally plotting a course to the address. “You’ll need a new costume. Skirt is too much noise.”

Without a word, Diana undid the cinch and let it fall from her hips, leaving her in only the blue bottoms of her fabric costume. “Shall we?”