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Marry The Knight	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 96995 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Cass and Steph had just a moment of being nakedly pressed together in Tim’s shadow before he fell upon them, his mouth ravenous for their bare breasts, his fingers desperate for the soft flesh of their thighs. All three of them were on the ground, Tim still costumed except for his cock, standing long and proud from his undone fly. It throbbed madly, felt like it would burst as it rubbed against their silky skin, so different to the eye, so alike to the touch, Steph sharing her moisturizing secrets—though that didn’t do anything to hide the occasional ridge of scar tissue his rutting found on Cass.
“Mmmm, maybe it was a good idea, letting Roxy suck that big cock, if it made you this horny!” Steph laughed, dodging kisses from both Cass and Tim before she pressed the two together, Cass hungrily tasting Tim’s lips. “Because that’s just what Cass needs. A great big cock to make her an un-virgin.”
Tim blinked in surprise, distracted as now Steph joined in, both women kissing at him, wrestling him to the ground to get their lips on him. “You’re a virgin?”
Cass canted her head to the side. “Tore hymen in fight. Fucked Steph plenty. Not a virgin.”
“C’mon, Cass. Take it from Ms. 16 & Pregnant.” Steph laid a self-deprecating hand on her chest. “The first time with a boy is different. He comes in you, for one thing. Don’t worry, Boy Wonder, I’ve had her on birth control for the past few weeks. I was going to wait until you’d rocked my casbah a couple times to share the wealth, but since you’re such a great big slut, I guess we’re jumping straight to an Eggplant Sandwich. Sounds yummy, huh?”
“But, you’re like, a percentage a virgin,” Tim reasoned—well, hoped he was reasoning. “And you want me to be your first—boy?”
“I only want you for your body,” Cass told him, then dropped her gaze to her sex and the massive slab of cock Steph had maneuvered over it.
Tim slid forward, his cockhead pressing into her damp sex. She turned her head to the side and gave a loud cry of surprise. Her mouth stayed open. It was in. It seemed unreal, it had happened so fast. Steph had talked about it, said she wanted to see it, now it had happened. He was fully engulfed in her, throbbing in her, making her whole sex feel like something huge and hulking and powerful. It had to be, to hold him.
“You’re… going to fuck me?” she asked. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re… going… to fuck me?”
“If you want,” Tim said, forcing his eyes open, forcing himself to look down at her slightly flustered expression when all he could think of was the note of friction between the underside of his shaft and the slick lips of her pussy.
“Of course she wants you to.” Steph had crept down their bodies, down between their parted legs, and now was face to face with Tim’s cock. “And I want to watch.” She nuzzled at Tim’s balls, feeling them nice and warm against her face before she licked them. “Now fuck her.”
Tim felt his girlfriend’s warm mouth, heat buzzing in the hair of his balls, and he had to tense hard to keep from blowing his way. He thrust into Cass, almost to get away from Steph, and she screamed outright, feeling him gouging fully into her, pushing his balls to the crack of her ass where Steph licked them further, kissing them and Cass’s tight ass, letting his nuts heave in peace as she lowered herself to Cass’s anus and tongue-tickled the tightly constricted little circle.
Cass moaned in pleasure louder than she ever had in pain, feeling both Tim’s cock and Steph’s tongue, the mingling of the twin sensations indescribable, but too unique to ever be forgotten. In the immediate aftermath of the pain came a swelling, a convulsion, a grip of pure ecstasy on her insides.
“In, in!” she wailed at Tim, grabbing his ass to pull at. “Fuck me! Shove! Shove it in me! Fuck!” Her words no longer made sense; her body still screamed her need. Thankfully, even someone as deaf and dumb to her language as Tim could understand what to give her.
He withdrew himself slowly, leaving Cass to Steph’s tonguing, stopping when only the tip of his ballooning cock was still inside her. He waited, felt Steph lick off Cass’s cunt and up his prick, tasting Cass both a la carte and table d'hôte. When she was done, her mouth only being used to deliver a breathy sigh, Tim plowed right back into Cass even harder than before.
“You want my body?” he asked her, as she groaned, as she gasped. “Take it!” Then he fell forward to devour her small breasts, sucking her nipples up to the roof of his mouth as he punched in and out of her cunt.
And while he did, Steph lifted his balls, feeling them throb in her hand, and watched. Fascinated and maybe a little grossed out by how her boyfriend was completely skewering her bestie.
She could see Cass’s honey running out the bottom of her slit. Steph darted her tongue under Tim’s pounding cock and tasted what Cass’s flavor was with a little musky precum added to it.
“Oh, yeah,” she muttered, nuzzling Tim’s balls once more. “Fuck her good, Tim. Fuck her hard. Work that little pussy open once and for all. I wanna be able to fit a Batarang in there when you’re done!”
Tim froze, feeling his climax pressing in on him again. He pushed in against Cass’s shocking tightness, felt her clench around him, held himself in her oppressive pleasure to give Steph a chance to gulp down his balls. As their boiling heat baked the back of her throat, she jabbed at her cunt, slipped fingers inside, felt waves of release loosening her knotted body.
“MMPH MMM MMF!” Steph said as she fucked herself to orgasm.
“What?” Cass asked. With Tim still, she was kissing him like she was addicted to it, moving her hands over the novel hardness of his lean body, pulling at his ass and sweat-soaked hair to make him kiss her, fuck her, pleasure her.
Steph slurped her way off Tim’s sack. “I said fuck her quick so you can fuck me!”
That finished him. Tim threw himself into Cass with all his might, feeling himself hit the back of her canal, a scream from Cass as she clenched tighter than ever, then he came, feeding the powerful hunger he felt in every inch of Cass’s passage. He writhed atop her savagely, pushing her a foot across the cold floor as he came and came.
“Take it!” he grunted. “Take it right up to your virgin brains!”
Cass gave a final, defeated gasp as her body slowly began to descend. She rubbed her hands over his back, wishing only that he was out of his costume and she could feel his flesh against hers. It had been amazing; his clothes were her only regret.
“Shit, why couldn’t you have taken my virginity?” Steph asked.
Tim looked over at her. “Well, I think there are still some things we could do for the first time.”
Steph colored, but got over it quickly. Her boyfriend was quite the perv, she thought, and she could roll with that. “Say, when Roxy was polishing your pole, did she happen to mention how it tasted?”
“No. It didn’t come up.”
“I guess she wouldn’t know.” Steph smiled dangerously. “I wanna know.” She parted their conjoined bodies with both hands, eyes aimed at Cass. “I wanna us to be the only ones who know.”
She dropped her face between Cass’s legs, the martial artist moaning anew as Steph gathered Tim’s cum from inside her. Then she pulled herself up Cass’s body, lowered her mouth to Cass’s, and poured Tim’s seed inside to begin their kiss. As Cass tasted him, she felt a hunger that was difficult to explain, but easy to compare. It’d been the same way when she ran her tongue inside Steph’s slit.
“I want more,” Cass moaned, when she wasn’t letting Steph kiss back the cum she had just shared. “Gallons.”
“How about right from the source?” Steph asked, looking to Tim. His cock half-hard still… or already…
Tim opened his mouth, then twisted his neck as he heard Cass’s computer let out a shrill beep. “That—might be the perimeter alert, I should—“
“It might be the smoke alarm needing its batteries changed, God, Tim.” Steph gave Tim a shove, landing him against the gurney he had just escaped. Sluggish with orgasm, he could barely resist as she bolted his wrists back into their manacles.
“Wait, wha—“
“You’re going to be our crash test dummy. I’m gonna use you to teach Cass how to give a decent blowjob. I don’t want you grabbing her skull and face-fucking her like you’re Peter North. “ Dropping down, Tim’s cock gave another lurch as he thought she might suck on him, but she was only catching his legs in another set of straps.
Still, Tim was on fire with lust, just from watching the two women trade his cum back and forth. He couldn’t imagine those mouths on him instead.
“Cass, are you watching?” Steph called. “Pay close attention. At first Tim seems too big to take, but I’ve had bigger—“
“You have?” Tim asked. “Where?”
“Shut up, both of you. Just watch. First, I relax my jaw…”
“Fuck yes, let’s all watch the master at work…”
Steph looked up sharply, Cass looked up sharply—Tim was a little bleary. They all saw Pru saunter into the cave, dressed as punkish as ever. Shaved head, studs in her ears, stripped arm warmers flanking a tanktop thin enough to reveal her braless nipples, and a pair of jeans that was already minus one knee. Her nose had healed, though it still bore the crock of her first encounter with Tim.
He’d had to break it; not his preferred choice, but better than letting her shoot him. Since then, he’d saved her life numerous times and she’d returned the favor by not killing him. They weren’t quite allies, even by Gotham standards, where Harley Quinn could count as a hero just for not being the craziest person on the block. But Tim wasn’t too reluctant to trust her.
Still, there was trust and then there was letting someone see you get a hummer. Tim rattled his chains. He thought Steph might’ve let him get loose last time. This was—really well done. And he might’ve dropped his lockpick during the menage a trois.
Seeing the intruder, Steph quickly draped her arms over her breasts and sex. Cass just glared. Tim tried wiggling his hips, but that only drew more attention to his manhood, not less. “This is why when the computer beeps, we look at it.”
“Relax, fuckos,” Pru said. “I come in peace. It’s a good thing you’ve gotten your sodding rocks off, because if half the things I hear about the League of Assassins are true, there won’t be any time for knob-polishing in the next few—“
She stopped suddenly, barely able to keep herself from gasping aloud. She’d been an early bloomer, running with the gangs in Liverpool. Used sex to keep boyfriends, score drugs, whatever. It wasn’t her only currency, and she knew that rarity increased its value, but it hadn’t been currency she’d been reluctant to spend. As she climbed the ladder and her skill with a piece grew, she’d had less and less call to give a blowie or let someone dog her for what she wanted. She could just buy it, or point and click with one of her growing arsenal.
Then the League of Assassins had scooped her up, and that had taken up the rest of her brief adult life. Not much time for love then, just some incest-y fuckbooks for her to use while she flipped her gash the bird, the occasional bit of internet porn when she had a spare moment, which was not often between training and assignments.
So though she was far from a virgin, she’d never seen a cock quite like she did when Cass shifted out of the way and she could see Tim’s. It was gargantuan; the biggest she had ever seen in real life. Even the ones she had seen that size in porn had either been special effects (she assumed) or black guys. But Tim looked to be hung like one of the stallions Ra’s al Ghul put to stud.
“Hey!” Steph cried, realizing what had happened to prompt Pru’s awkward pause. She quickly stepped in front of Tim, tightening her grip on her own modesty. “That is off the menu! Maybe Tim had time for skanks like you back when he was being all emo, but now he’s us to ‘polish his knob.’”
“What, Teen Mom and an Asian side chick?”
“Better than a tranny version of Captain Picard!”
“Somewhat offensive,” Tim said.
Pru crossed her arms, realizing it was going to be like that. “You’re the bitch who broke my nose, aren’t you?”
“Is she talking to me or you?” Steph asked Tim.
“I think you might’ve been projecting a little,” Pru continued. “Because if anyone here needs a nosejob, it’s you.”
“I have my mother’s nose, she’s Jewish, this is part of my heritage!” Steph protested. “And you’re a fine one to talk about having work done.”
“What… going on?” Cass asked. “Why are you shouting when you’re… so horny?”
That was the one thing she could’ve said to absolutely push Pru to the next level. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sailor Moon?”
Cass checked the cant of Pru’s hip again. “Definitely horny.”
“The only thing that’s making me horny, motherfucker, is the thought of taking that bitch friend of yours and bouncing her around this cave like the fucking boulder in fucking Indiana Jones!” Then, Pru snidely smiled at Steph. “With the way you’re retaining water, I can definitely see the resemblance.”
“Alright, cow, that’s it!” Dropping her arms to her side, Steph launched herself at Pru, who went for her guns.
She didn’t get to them before Steph was tackling her to the ground. They weren’t only fighting, they were fighting dirty. Pru aimed a knee at Steph’s kidneys, but Steph was too fast, yanking down Pru’s pants so that her legs were locked together. Then she started slapping Pru with heavy palms that slammed her face to one side, then the other.
Pru grabbed hold of Steph’s long blonde hair to break free, jerking her around by it like a dog on a leash until she had Steph thrown to the ground. Then she leapt on Steph from behind, reaching around her to grab her breasts and squeeze them as hard as she could. Steph gasped at the intense sensation of having Pru’s fingers digging into her tits. She threw her head back, Pru always dodging, until she went with her elbow instead, nailing Pru in the ribs and throwing her off.
Twisting around like a startled cat, she threw herself on Pru again, forcing her breasts into Pru’s face. Pru made a muffled noise as she was smothered, Steph holding her arms down against the ground, digging her knees into Pru’s belly to paralyze her lower half. Pru kicked as best she could with her pants around her knees, but it was totally in vain.
“I’d like to see those bird tits of yours do this,” Steph hissed, grinding her chest into Pru’s face to keep her air supply cut off as Pru wiggled around, trying to get some air. “And they called me Robin…”
Then she felt Pru biting, teeth snapping at first harmlessly, then managing to close on some flesh. Steph moaned—it hurt kinda nice. Then Pru got her teeth on her nipple. That really hurt, but still sent a flare straight to Steph’s pussy, which she began grinding against Pru’s stomach. Abs and ratty tanktops had the most interesting texture…
It was the fuck, the fight. Steph was just too keyed up to turn her body off. She kept rubbing against Pru even as the skinhead realized what was happening, making muffled sounds of protest as Steph continued to grind on her. Cass and Tim watched in confused arousal, Tim’s half-hearted erection growing much more eager. Without looking, Cass reached out and began to stroke it.
“Hey!” Tim cried, once more testing his bonds.
“You’ll need it,” Cass told him as she rubbed him briskly into hardness.
Steph was quickly forgetting she was in a fight. It felt too good, too right, for her to remember anything but the wonderful sensation she got rutting against her victim. She closed her eyes in pleasure and that’s when Prudence struck.
She’d stopped struggling, but slowly, stealthily, she’d wiggled her pants down her legs and kicked them off. Now, clad only in her panties, she jerked her knee up and struck Steph clearly between the shoulder blades. Steph faceplanted, and Pru whirled to her feet, raising her boot to stomp on Steph’s face when she heard, quite clearly—
“Cunt,” Cass said.
With a roar of rage, Pru wheeled on her and charged. Cass let her come, but at the last moment, like the world’s fastest matador, she slipped out of Pru’s way, tripped her, caught her, and slowed her fall as she came down, open-mouthed, on Tim’s cock.
Pru was wide-eyed as she inadvertently sucked down Tim’s shaft. It seemed to take an eternity before her wide-spread lips were even halfway down his shaft. Even Cass was surprised. “Where… does it all… go?” she wondered.
“Right here,” Steph said, coming up behind Pru to hold her down with one hand, while touching between her breasts with the other. Cass captured Pru’s arms, holding them still as Steph groped her breasts, squeezing them as hard as Pru had done to her. She ripped Pru’s shirt away to get at her nipples. “And there must be plenty of room for it, without any tits to get in the way. What are you, an A-cup? No wonder you’re not wearing a bra, Kiera Knightley; bet you don’t even need one.”
Pru tried to say something suitably profane, but her lashing tongue only hit Tim’s dick, making him exhale hard.
“Ha! I like your mouth much better when it’s being fucked instead of saying ‘fuck’.” Steph nodded to Cass. “Move. I got her.”
As Pru struggled vainly, Steph slid behind her, locking both Pru’s arms in a full nelson and splaying her hands on Pru’s bald head. With her new grip, she began to force Pru up and down on Tim, launching another explosive sigh from him.
“Take his cock,” Steph ordered, pulling Pru up and then slamming her back down. “Deep throat my great big boyfriend cock!”
Pru didn’t have much choice in the matter. As far as Steph was concerned, Tim didn’t want her lips or her tongue. He wanted her throat, and he wanted to fuck it as hard as any pussy had ever taken it.
“Uh, Steph?” Tim said. “There might be a little too much surprise in this sex, if you know what I mean.”
“Relax, Timbo, I didn’t slip you a mickey…”
“Not me, her.” Tim looked down and gasped in shock, seeing Pru gulping his entire shaft into her throat, nibbling at his pubic hairs. “Shit, first try too…”
“She wants it,” Steph assured him. “Doesn’t she, Cass?”
“Body begging for it,” Cass confirmed. “Cunt too.” She reached down into Pru’s panties, the girl wiggling to get away from her touch before giving into it, breath pitching dramatically on Tim’s manhood. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Cass felt her, then took her hand away to a dismayed moan. “See? Wet.”
“Cass, lick his balls,” Steph ordered as she bounced Pru up and down on Tim’s cock. “Now that Tim’s finally being a good boyfriend, I want to reward him with getting his cock sucked as much as possible.”
“Then you do it!” Pru retorted, though her muffled words only succeeded in convincing Tim to buck himself deeper into her hot mouth. She gagged.
Steph began pulling her off Tim’s cock, willing to show a little mercy, but Pru made frantic, negative noises. It was only when Steph pushed her back down on Tim that she relaxed. Gave in. Took him all like she was built for his prick.
As Pru’s mouth temporarily came off Tim, Cass gave his dick a last, longing look, then knelt down beside the gurney. She took one of his balls in her mouth, saw it fit, then took the other. They throbbed inside her cheeks and she ran her tongue between them, exploring the contents of his scrotum, feeling his seed readying itself inside.
Pru was now bobbing her head up and down furiously, Steph’s hands only resting on her scalp. Steph actually had to make an effort to stop her from fucking her mouth on his dick, but she succeeded in holding Pru still. “Well, Tim? How do you like being our boyfriend-slash-boytoy?”
“It’s pretty great,” Tim said, feeling awkward about having to rate it.
“And how do you like having your big dick sucked and fucked?”
“I’m… a fan…”
“And what about having Cass lick those great big balls you’re packing while you fuck this little whore’s face?”
Pru shot Steph an angry glance as best she could with Steph behind her.
“Uhh—I think calling her a sex worker might be a little much.”
Steph rolled her eyes and shoved Pru down on his cock again. “Just come down her throat. You’re the one guy in Gotham who needs to watch more porn; you just cannot make smalltalk.”
She wrestled Pru up off his cock, until only his cockhead sat on her thin lips, and Pru Frenched the purple-headed monster, drawing her lips tight on the knob, sticking her tongue against the slit. Steph released her and, uncaring, Pru worked her way down his shaft, lovingly throating herself with him.
***
Cass was haplessly sitting on the floor; Steph sat down in her lap, crushing their breasts together, cunts pulling against each other like magnets. The blonde kissed Cass, working one of Tim’s balls out of her mouth, taking it for herself. Together, they sucked and slurped on his bag, rutting against each other as they did so, feeling out every inch of bare flesh they could. Pru was gagging herself on Tim, his cum was throbbing like a heartbeat in his balls and in their mouths, the loose skin of his scrotum now as tight as a drum.
***
Pru only noticed that Tim would come soon and that her hands were now free to touch herself. She did, finding her orgasm waiting for her in her cunt, already building heatedly. She fingered herself as aggressively as she throated Tim, plunging her fingers in from the tip of her fingernails all the way to the palm, her hips pumping against her own hand like she was trying to take its virginity.
She went faster and faster, crouching deeper, spreading her legs further, cupping her breast with her free hand and trying to squeeze it as hard as Steph had done. Her whole body was full of a boiling, burning, churning sensation and whenever she seemed filled to capacity, there just seemed to be more of it. She was going to cum and Pru knew it would be like nothing she had ever felt before.
“You’re better hurry!” Tim said, seeing what she was doing. “I’m about to—“
His words became a shocked groan of raw pleasure, a sudden sharp cry that filled the room. His cock expanded almost painfully in Pru’s mouth before Pru felt him, wet and hot, in the back of her throat. Pru quickly pulled herself from around his cock, exiting with his cum still steaming atop her tongue. He pulsed again, his scalding seed deluging her face.
Pru ignored it, only aware of her fingers sawing in and out of her, only knowing that she needed more. As Tim showered her breasts with cum, her free hand clawed at one cheek of her ass, outstretched fingers probing into her anus. There was a moment of doubt, then her own urgent pleasure, her need and the lewd taboo of the moment pressed her on.
Her fingers pressed against the tight ring, parted it, filled it, the sphincter closing tightly around the two fingertips she had used. It felt like an orgasm waiting to happen.
***
Feeling his balls tightening, Steph released them from her mouth and raised her head between his legs, opening her mouth as she blocked his spurting dick. He came in her hair, her face, her mouth, and as Steph laughed excitedly, she grabbed Cass’s hand and pulled the other Batgirl to her, palming Tim’s cock to the side to come on Cass’s face. Cass opened her mouth and he unerringly landed on her tongue. It glistened there for a moment before she swallowed, sliding it into her stomach where she rubbed at it, surprised by how aware she was of its sluggish heat.
Tim’s hips were shaking, his face contorted. “Somebody suck me—there’s still more—fucking suck me!”
Kneeling before him, Steph turned her face down, took him in her mouth, and slurped up all that was left. He came upon more and this she didn’t swallow, instead letting it boil between her cheeks. When she was sure he had stopped, she used her tongue to gather up the stray precum that had run down to his balls, lapping at his cock until it glistened, and then moving to kiss Cass. As she did, she carried Tim’s seed on her tongue.
“Mmmmmm,” Cass moaned approvingly, eagerly accepting more of the sweet delicacy Steph had introduced her to. She swished it around her mouth, had a swallow, still had more on her tongue. She kissed Steph, who excitedly sucked it away in turn.
***
Pru was still fucking her fingers in and out of her ass and pussy, her breath hissing out of her. It seemed to be another person who chanted “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” as if she were begging for something. Sweat covered her body underneath her ravished clothes; she realized that she was covered in cum and it only increased the volume of the mad thoughts, fantasies, that ran through her head. She thought of Tim and Steph and Cass with strap-ons, all fucking her in every time of her holes, Tim in her mouth again, about to fill her belly with all the cum it could hold—
In a fit of pure, urgent need, she shoved another finger into her anus, into her cunt, into her ass again, feeling like she would fist herself, fist-fuck both her holes and that thought more than anything else made her come, made her finally, wonderfully come—
Her reaction was instantaneous. “FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK FUCKING FUCKERS FUCKING ME MAKING ME FUCKING COME HOLY FUCKING FUCK!”
***
As she’d masturbated, Cass and Steph had kissed Tim’s cum back and forth between them as it dwindled down their throats and smeared on their lips, their faces, until finally their hunger was just too demanding. With a great smack of their lips, they sucked as much as they could between them and drank it down.
“More,” Cass moaned, putting Steph in mind of high school and Oliver Twist book reports. She almost laughed, Cass just sounded so forlorn.
Cass looked to Tim with a sudden purr in her voice. “More?”
He was panting. “Yes—more—but not just yet. Have to wait a while.”
“Don’t like waiting,” Cass replied. “Steph doesn’t make me wait. She just comes and comes and—“
“He gets the idea,” Steph interrupted. “Cass, boys aren’t like girls. He’s like a—a cum-factory. It takes him a while to make more.”
Cass’s eyes went to Tim’s balls, which did look smaller than they’d felt in her mouth. She fondled them, not hearing Tim’s groan. “How long?”
“Not long,” Steph said. “I’m sure all this hot lesbian action is doing a real number on him!”
“Yeah,” Tim said, stifling a yawn. An all-night patrol followed by an hour-long fuckfest was not easy on his sleep cycle. “I just… need a minute.”
“Want more now.”
And that’s when Pru came so dramatically.
***
As one, Cass and Steph turned to look at her, the girl who had taken the first of Tim’s load—the most of Tim’s load.
“Holy shit,” Pru said, laughingly licking the fingers that had so recently been making themselves useful between her legs. “I think I broke something… I don’t know if I can ever fucking come again!”
“We’ll see,” Steph said.
Tim watched as her and Cass molded their bodies to Pru, the skinhead putting up a token resistance before giving into the two tongues traveling her body. His first impulse was to join them.
His second impulse was to go back to the sleep he’d been brought out of by Pru’s screaming orgasm.
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