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Realization	By : Evanscent Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 27447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Shorter than the other chapters, but, ya know, more sex.
Realization
Diana laid down in her own bed, her arms wrapping around herself tight. She closed her eyes, a deep breath shuddering through her. She felt tired, worn out in a way she had never before experienced. A kick of exhilaration thrilled through her as she recalled the previous events. Something new occurred to her, something that was incredibly enjoyable and something she wanted to do again… badly.
She licked her lips in thought, snuggling deeper into her pillow. The sensation of powerlessness, of admitting weakness, was intoxicating. She stretched out, sleep slowly claiming her as she dreamed of feeling Batman’s strength again.
As mentioned, Batman made no hints to the relationship he had developed with Wonder Woman. He remained as aloof as ever, his time spent in the med lab or in Gotham. Wonder Woman occasionally caught his eye. Perhaps his gaze lingered longer than before and perhaps she was imagining it. It brought a smile to her face, regardless.
Life continued as normal with the League. No one noticed Wonder Woman counting the days of the week down anxiously. No one thought anything of her going to bed early or the fact she was awake before the Watchtower rotated toward the sun.
Diana had added a new supplement to her diet: birth control. Once daily, she took a pill, hoping somehow it would have an effect. She recalled the conversation with her doctor: “Now I’ve never prescribed birth control to anyone who wasn’t … wasn’t… Mortal. I’m not sure how well it will work or if it will even work at all. I can’t imagine how your body works biologically, so I can’t be sure that it would be more effective than taking sugar. However, I don’t believe it would be possible for it to affective you negatively, so I can’t say you shouldn’t take it.” And so she did each day with her breakfast and a hope that if she should ever need it, it would work.
Time should be something that did not affect her. She should have the patience to watch the grass grow, the mountains crumble and the oceans to dry. Yet she lay awake at night occasionally, her mind racing as she imagined the possibilities of her relationship with Batman. Batman and his ability to make her feel as she never had before… Batman and the wicked words that came from delicious mouth. She shivered and curled her toes, anxious for the day he pulled her against him again.
One day seven she made her way back to her room from training to find a note on her pillow. “Ready,” was all it said. She knew it was from him and a thrill of anticipation kicked through her. She paused in the mirror before making her way back to Batman’s door.
She tapped her knuckles against the metal door. “Come in,” she heard. She pushed in the door and stepped inside. Bruce, shirtless and inviting, shut the door behind her. “Hello, Diana.” His hands slipped over her hips as he kissed her cheek.
“Bruce,” she offered him a smile. “So, you’ve been able to make another batch?” She sat down on the edge of his bed, her legs crossing.
Bruce paused, eyes trailing down the length of her legs. He gave a near imperceptible shake of his head. “Yes, I have. I was able to synthesize a new batch. This time I’ve strengthened the effect. It should withstand the increase of heart rate and excitement. I’ve given it a bit of a delay as well, giving us time before the drug kicks in.”
He handed her the black aerosol. She took it with a smile, “You’re always up to something, aren’t you?”
“You know me.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed at he watched her.
Without much consideration, she placed the mask over her mouth and inhaled the drug. Immediately her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell back onto the bed with a plop. She didn’t even get the chance to smell the revised aroma of sweet flowers.
Groggy and feeling rather limp, Diana blinked her eyes as she came back to consciousness. “Bruce?” she whispered.
“Good, you’re awake. I didn’t anticipate the delayed response to completely knock you out. It was a bit of a surprise to watch you fall back onto the bed.”
Gradually, she became aware of her physical state. She was dangling parallel to the floor, her arms pinned at her sides, her head hanging free. Her feet dragged ever so slightly along the floor. “Bruce?” she spoke, her voice tinged with panic.
“Shhh, Diana. I have you.” He stroked a hand through her hair and knelt down to face her. “I won’t hurt you. I’ve bound you. I want to establish some new rules in our relationship. I want you helpless, and so I’ll make you helpless.” He kissed her forehead. “How do you feel? Groggy? Ill?”
Diana’s eyes closed as she swallowed and took measure of her state. “I feel fine,” she paused. “A bit weaker than I thought I’d be.”
“Good. I’d like to begin now. Time is not on our side.” He ran his hand through her hair and dropped another kiss on her forehead. “You look amazing. I’m so glad you’ve decided to continue this experiment with me.” His eyes were filled with heat, his tongue wet his lips in anticipation.
Her feet tapped on the floor, her knees weak as she attempted to stand on her toes. Her shoulders rolled in their confines, her fingers waggling near her hips. “Very constricted. Why have you tied me up?”
“You’re mine… for now, Diana. And I plan on using every inch of you. I’m going to make sure you understand that you belong to me.” He stood, his groin rubbing along her face. With his hand in her hair, he drew her cheeks along his pants, hips pressing her face against him. He lifted his head, eyes closed as he sighed in a moment’s intense pleasure and excitement of what he was about to do. “I plan on using every last inch of this incredible body. Starting with your mouth…” He pulled his pants down, his length hardening as it slipped over her chin and lips. “Open.”
Diana panted, panicking as she squirmed in her bindings. She could feel her breasts swinging free below her. His hand tightened in her hair. “Shhh, Diana. Remember, I won’t hurt you. You can’t run. You can’t get away. You can’t escape. You’re here, with me, until I let you go.” He paused, his hands soothing over her face, “Now, open your mouth, please.” She couldn’t do much more than squirm. Once the panic had subsided, she found herself oddly accepting of her confinement. She had no choices to make; he would make them all for her. She stilled, her tongue running over her lips before parting them slightly.
“More, darling. I want in your mouth.” The head of his cock nudged against her mouth, his hips flexing as he pushed against her.
Her mouth opened wider and his length slipped passed her lips. “Good girl… good girl… Suck on it. Taste my cock.”
Her eyes closed as she sucked hesitantly on Bruce’s dick. His hand stroked through her hair, “Oh, such a good little cocksucker. Further down now, there you go.” His hand pressed on the back of her head, urging her deeper. Back and forth, he slowly withdrew and pushed back in, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed and slurped down over each inch. Her closed eyelids fluttered as she groaned softly. She was enjoying this.
He pulled away, her mouth making a popping sound as his cock withdrew. “Now tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock back in your sweet mouth.” He dragged the head of his cock along her lips and jaw.
“I want it,” she rasped breathily. “Please give it to me.”
“What do you want, little one?” he teased her.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she raised her volume, she was eager.
“Good, good…” He eased his cock back into her mouth, pressing harder with his hips. “I wanna fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt. Oh yes, open wider.” His hands curled in her hair, forcing her face down faster and harder over his length.
Her jaw ached and her throat vibrated with her groans. She breathed in through her nose as calmly as possible, but something was different. She moaned again, her thighs rubbing together. She was wet. She was beginning to drip. She was loving this! Diana, Princess of the Amazons, was getting hot as being used by the man known as Batman. Her eyes rolled, her thighs quivering as his balls slapped her chin. Gods yes she loved this!
Bruce shuddered and slowed, his hips pausing as he struggled to maintain himself. “Such a hot mouth, almost lost it there.” He pulled his cock from her lips, slick with her saliva. She coughed and breathed in deep. “Say thank you, Diana.”
“Thank you,” she wheezed, catching her breath. Why was she thanking him? It felt good to thank him for allowing her to taste such a delicious cock.
He paced around her, hands smoothing over the exposed sections of her body. He had stripped her naked and hung her from the ceiling with a number of thick, flat straps. The top across her collar bones, one below her breasts, one above her navel and the lowest across the tops of her hips. Each looped around her body, pinning her arms and dangling her from the ceiling. Her legs hung down, toes trailing over the floor. They were smooth and bare, though she felt too weak to move them. His hand slipped over her breasts, teasing them gently. “You have such an amazing body, Diana. It’s perfectly toned. Your hips flare just enough. Not too skinny. Not too thick. Powerful. Lithe. Graceful. It’s a work of art, a work of the gods themselves. I’ve wanted to touch you like this since I first met you. But I could not afford the risk.”
His hands stopped at her hips as he stood behind her, parting her feet with his presence. “I could not risk someone’s life. My enemies would hurt you to hurt me. But you, Diana… You’re so difficult to hurt.” He smoothed his hands over her ass, fingers dipping between her thighs. “And you… you’re so wet.” She felt him probe deeper, his fingers slicking along her damp slit. She felt him withdraw and heard him suck his fingers clean.
“I had dreamed about being allowed to touch to; to allow myself to give in and take the barest taste of you. But I knew that a small, single taste wouldn’t be enough. Oh no, Diana. I could not have you knowing it would only be once.” Again, his fingertips slid along the damp folds of her pussy and back to his lips. He sucked them clean noisily. He whispered, “Perfect,” before beginning his thoughts aloud again. “I knew I had to have all of you. I knew I had to be able to make you mine. Once would never be enough. So I waited…
“I don’t have to worry about you, Diana. You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. And now… now you’re going to take care of me.” He pulled her thighs apart enough to sweep his tongue along her damp folds. He murmured quiet words of delight, hands palming her ass, kneading the supple flesh. “Oh, yes. You’re so wet. You love being helpless, don’t you? You love knowing that I could do anything to your weak and defenseless body, don’t you?” Repositioning himself, he rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me.” He rubbed the length of his cock along her crack, spreading her slickness over her ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” His cock slapped down upon her bared cheek.
She heard the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper opening. He was waiting for her. “Tell me!” His hand came down next, contacting with her ass with a loud smack. Red fingerprints stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin. She yelped, flinching in pain. “I want you!”
“You want what?” he teased, his hand soothing over the welt.
“I want your cock,” she breathed. Her toes spreading across the floor as she weakly struggled against her bindings.
“Louder, my sweet.” Condom on, he nudged his tip along her slit, dampening the very head with proof of her desire. “Tell me what I want to hear; tell me the truth. Tell me what you want me to do to your amazing body. Tell me what you want me to do to your soft pussy.” His hands ran over her hips and ass, gently nudging her down upon his hard cock, the head dipping into her, teasing her.
Bruce’s jaw clenched as he practiced his ironclad control. He craved the sensation of driving into her, of owning her, of pleasing her. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure, in submission. He wanted to mark her as his, to keep her, to cherish her, all in one moment. He knew this… this moment might be all he had for the time being, so he was going to wait. He was going to wait until she begged him for it, till he could be given permission and submission in one breath.
Diana’s breath came in soft, quick pants. Her mouth was dry, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears. “Please, Bruce,” she whined. “I want you inside me. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum.” Her toes curled, her hands fisting at her sides, “Please, Bruce. I want you. I want you now.”
Bruce gave a deep sigh of relief he didn’t realize he was holding. He dragged his hands down her back and gripped her hips, “Yes, my Princess,” he mouthed, not daring to breathe it, as he nudged himself inside her. He moved slowly, gently, knowing that this could possibly hurt her. His hips flexed, giving her just a bit of his length. Her breath came in a slow moan. “Diana,” Bruce sighed, withdrawing , his hands squeezing the globes of her ass.
“More, Bruce. Give me more.” Her voice was surprisingly firm, unwavering. She was past begging, she was demanding it.
Eager to oblige his Amazon, he again slipped his length into her, this time giving her the majority of his cock. He paused, breath hitched in his chest, before withdrawing with another sigh. “So tight. So hot. It’s better than last time.” He moved once more, finally giving her all of him. He nudged closer, his hips sealed to her ass. “Better than I imagined…” he groaned, his eyes closing.
Diana’s body responded with soft croons and a tightening of each muscle group. Her pussy clenched over his girth, urging him on. Her head rolled, lifting and falling, mouth open as she breathed in and out.
Bruce withdrew entirely, the warmth of his body cooling over her skin as he moved away. “Now Diana, I get the feeling you’re going to be too loud. These walls are designed to withhold the screams of pleasure from a tied up Amazon.” He approached her again, this time with a soft gag in hand. “You understand.”
He knelt before her, his hands deftly tying the gag in place. She whimpered, her eyes pleading with him. “Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can make you squeal.” He repositioned himself, his hips pressing into her ass, hands roaming over her shoulders and down her back. He rubbed down her muscles, fascinated with how she can be so powerful and no bigger than him.
“I was concerned that the serum would make you too sensitive, too weak. But it seems my concerns were unfounded.” He clapped a hand on her ass, fingers flexing into the supple flesh. “I won’t need to be too gentle, will I?” He spread her thighs with his hands and pressed himself against her. “I’ll be able to do more with you than I had thought. I look forward to finding out your limits, little one.”
He leaned back, his hands spreading her, his cock eagerly dipping into her moist slit. He watched, a smirk spreading across his face, as he sank his length into her with deliberate slowness. As he reached her buttocks, he nudged against her, his muscles dimpling as he shoved as deep as possible within her. He felt her spine flex, her body tightening in response. Her muscles spasmed around him, begging for more. He breathed in deep, his head lifting as he steadied himself. “Amazing…”
Diana’s lips trembled around her gag, her soft mewl stifled. She felt so full and so weak. When he nudged against her, he had bumped her cervix. It had happened before, but had never felt like this. An ache built in her belly, followed by a trembling sensation coursing through her muscles. A breath was forced from her lungs, her body tightening.
But he gave her little time to recover. He pumped himself out and in with sure, even strokes. Gradually, he built up his speed, his thrusts becoming more powerful. Soon, his hips slapped into her ass with loud smacks. Her body shuddered with each impact, her breath driven from her again and again. Each inhale accompanied a whine of intense pleasure. He reached down, a fist twisting in her hair. Her head was jerked back, her eyes prickling with tears. He used her hair as leverage to yank her back down on his cock with near brutal force.
He slurred and swore stiffly, his body finding new limits. He swallowed hard as he held back his intense urge to cum. He would wait for her, he would make sure she went first. He leaned back, released her hair, and drove into her with a renewed sense of urgency and force. His hips slapped against her flesh. Teeth grit, he growled out, “Cum for me! Cum on my cock!”
Without warning, something deep inside her was struck and lit like a fireball in her core. She twisted with all her strength as she felt an immediate orgasm rip through her. Her spine arched, her head tossed, a muffled howl escaping her.
Bruce’s lower lip fell victim to his teeth as he latched onto Diana’s writhing form. He was ill prepared to withstand the milking sensation of her tightening walls. He hissed, swearing loudly, his body thrumming with near overwhelming pleasure as he attempted to withhold his own orgasm.
“That was… that was…” he breathed in deep, regaining his control. “That was intense.” Diana’s breath came out in a panting whine, her head hanging low as she grew limp. He paused, waiting for several moments. He could feel the sweat drip down his back and brow. His heart thudded in his ears and he willed it to slow and calm. “Diana?” She moaned softly, not really answering. “Is the serum still active? Or did your body work through it just as quickly as before?”
She struggled, feeling weaker than moments before. Her body was tired, every muscle group had somehow exhausted itself in her ecstasy. Her fingers waggled slowly as she moved each digit, judging her weakness. Her head shook lamely, a groan accompanying the motion. Gods, no, she thought, I’m weaker than ever.
Bruce smirked triumphantly. He did not want to stop just yet. He leaned away from her for a moment, his body stretching as he reached for something from his bed. “Now, Diana. I am going to show you that every last inch of you belongs to me. Mine to use. Mine to enjoy.” His voice was thick with some emotion – ownership? She felt something cool smooth down her crack. Her head lifted in surprise. Every inch?
His fingertips teased over her anus, dipping gently passed the tight ring of muscle. “Tell me, little one, have you ever been fucked in the ass? I can’t wait to have every single bit of you. I had wanted to wait for another chance, but I can’t hold out any longer. It’s just too tempting; I want to cum in your incredible fucking ass.” He slipped a finger inside her and rocked his hips, simultaneously nudging himself deep within her pussy. “Tell me. Will this be your first time?”
Her head shook almost imperceptibly. She attempted to speak beyond her gag which earned her a sharp spank on the ass. “Now, now, my pet, I didn’t ask you to talk. You need only shake or nod your head.” Her head nodded up and then down. “Good.” His finger pumped easily in and out of her tight hole. He added another. “Did you like it?” Her shoulders moved as best they could, signaling her ambivalence. “We’ll see if we can change that.”
Diana’s breathing rapidly increased as she nervously anticipated the uncomfortable sensation of anal sex. She had attempted it before, yet found it nothing more than uncomfortable. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad. It just left her feeling like something was missing. She closed her eyes, nervous in the fact she was feeling things differently than before. Perhaps it will hurt this time. Please be gentle with me, Bruce, she begged silently.
His hips moved slowly, rhythmically, his fingers continuing to push in and out of her ass. He began to spread his fingers within her, gently plying her to accommodate something larger. “I’m going to make this as easy for you as possible.” He kissed her back, encouraging her with soft licks. “But I won’t lie – it may hurt. It’s important you let me know if it’s too much.” He untied her gag and let it fall free, “Try not to scream.”
“Bruce,” she panted, followed by a yelp of pain as he smacked her ass even harder than before.
“Sweet, sweet pet,” he chided. “I did not ask you to speak yet.” He slapped her ass again with his free hand. “Now hush. I’m going to fuck your ass and you’re going to tell me you love it.”
He eased back, pulling his cock from her soaked pussy. He discarded his condom and put on a new one after wiping his hands with an antiseptic moist towel. He grabbed something else from his bed. Diana heard the item begin to buzz quietly. She moved to glance back and hissed as another smack to her ass was delivered. “Dear pet, you must be patient. You will find out in mere moments what I have for you. I believe you’ll like it.” He clucked his tongue. “My, your ass is red. I can see my handprints. I’d love to slap it raw… but I’m sure it’s all ready stinging.” He smoothed his hand over her ass, gently rubbing away the pain. “Now, behave. I’d hate to have to paint this whole thing red.”
Bruce dragged the buzzing item over Diana’s wet slit. “I’m going to put this vibrator in your cunt while I stretch that tight ass.” He slipped it easily inside her, his hands soothing over her clit. “Oh darling. Such a wet cunt. Look at how easily it went it. You have such an eager, delicious pussy.” He gave her clit a pinch, sending a visible tremor down her body. “Now...” Again he applied the cool lube to her crack, his fingers massaging the muscle of her anus. “Try to relax. The more you struggle, the more it will hurt.”
His fingers moved more forcefully past her sphincter. He fingered her faster, harder, spreading her in preparation something significantly wider and longer. He pulled his hand away and nudged his cock along her crack and pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring.
Diana’s breath hitched in her throat as she steeled herself for the pain. Her mind whirled as she knew that it was inevitable. Her teeth clenched, her toes curled.
“Shhhh, little one. Please. Listen to me. I need you to relax. Shhh.” His thumb stroked over her rosebud hole, hand massaging the globes of her ass. “Relax, pet. Breathe for me. Breathe. I will stop if it becomes too much for you. Trust me. Relax."
She relaxed as commanded, her body loosening in waves. Her shoulders fell, her knees unlocked and toes again dragged over the floor. Her stomach and hands unclenched, her jaw loosened. She kept her eyes shut.
“Good, good. Stay relaxed.” The head of his cock popped through her sphincter. She gasped, he paused. “Shhh, shhh. Relax.” He allowed her time to adjust to the size of his invading member. Gradually he fed her inches at a time, his focus slipping as he lost himself in how wonderful she felt. She was hot, slick, a perfect fit for his cock. His balls touched the base of the vibrator in her cunt and he breathed a sigh of intense satisfaction. “Oh, that’s it… take every inch, little one.” He eased back, steadied himself, and pushed back within her. “I am going to fucking love this,” he growled lowly.
Diana’s body felt a warm sensation creep over her, slowly enveloping her in a bubbling foam of pleasure. She ached with pleasure, her mouth open as she panted hard for breath. The sound of Bruce’s hips colliding with her flesh was music to her ears. Her pussy dripped with the proof of her pleasure, her eager walls slurping at the humming vibrator greedily. And her ass… it hurt so good. She instinctively flexed over him, feeling the twitch of his muscles respond to her. She felt more full than she had ever before. She loved it, needed it, craved it.
“Tell me you love it, pet!” his voice hissed through his teeth and lips. “Tell me you love me fucking your ass. Tell me you love my cock in your ass.” He grunted as he continued his deep shoves within her.
Her head lifted as a keening moan ebbed from her lips. She struggled in his grasp, only making him grip her fiercely to hold her. “Yessssss,” she ground out, “Yes I love your cock!”
Bruce’s hand clapped down on her ass cheek with a vicious slap. She yelped, her body bowing as she jerked in pain. “Tell me you love it in your ass!”
She whimpered, her body experiencing pain and pleasure simultaneously. She could not distinguish the two. “Tell me!” he roared behind her.
“I love your cock in my ass. I love how you shove that huge, thick cock into me. Never stop fucking me!” She cried out, her breasts swaying beneath her.
“Now, cum for me, my sweet. I’m going to cum in this hot ass. Cum for me.” Her body shook with each impact of his hips. He gripped the fleshy mounds of her ass, driving her against him forcefully. He was holding back his pleasure, throttling his desire, holding out to make it last longer; his control was amazing yet it had limits. Sweat beaded down his body, dripped off his forehead, and spattered upon her back. The need in his body became nearly painful. He pumped in and out, leaving only the very head of his cock within her before spearing her again. Once, twice, three times. Bruce grit his teeth, his head raised to the ceiling, his entire body flexing as his rhythm became erratic as he finally came.
The driving sensations of his cock combined with the vibe stuffed in her pussy became all too much for her to take. She rose to her toes, her hands fisting as she climbed that orgasmic peak again. She shuddered hard, the metal loops holding her to the ceiling gave a warning squeal. Every muscle in her body quaked and then lay still, abused and exhausted.
Bruce withdrew from her, the power of her orgasm was too much for him to bear. He felt weak in his knees, the blood rushing to his head as he wobbled slightly. Regaining himself, he discarded the condom and used moist towel to clean himself. He gently removed the vibe from within her twitching body and used the soft towel to swipe her clean, taking care to be careful with her sensitive and abused flesh. He moved to face her, his hands trailing through her hair lovingly, “Oh, Diana…”
She was still breathing hard, her toes waggling as she squirmed, “Please let me out. I can’t feel my legs or my arms anymore. I need to lie down.”
He released the pulley system, gently setting her upon her knees. He unstrapped her and lifted her, cradling her body against his chest. “Diana. You were amazing.” He kissed her sweetly, softly.
“Bruce,” she smiled weakly, her hand trailing along his jaw line, her eyes at half mast. “Let me lie down? Stay with me? So tired.”
He took her to the bed and stretched her out, laying her down on his pillow. “I’m going to rub your arms and legs. The blood needs to move through them.”
She barely acknowledged him as he began to massage her arms and legs firmly, urging the warmth of her blood back into the limbs. She caught glimpses of him, concentration knitting his face as he worked over her body. He had to be tired, yet he worked ceaselessly with his hands, smoothing over her muscles and bones.
Diana fell asleep before he was done. He lay down next to her, fingertips brushing back the stray hairs from her face. Gradually, his own eyes became heavy as he succumbed to sleep.
A/N: Still a couple more ideas to use! What did you think?
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