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No Dating for the Batman	By : AthenaPhoenix Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 17943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Four: Breathing Techniques

Naked, save for the blindfold, Bruce reached out to caress the curve of Diana's left breast through her gown, then her right breast. "As I recall, Bullfinch's Mythology said that Amazons only had one breast. But both of yours feel real to me – and I should know."

"Dated some 'silicone sisters', have you? When I first heard of these 'breast implants', I refused to believe it. Man's World is bizarre." Diana smiled. "Anyway, you shouldn't believe everything you read," she chided.

His fingers circled her nipple and she sighed. "Hercules started that rumor – I suppose to make us sound crazed. We developed a special harness that holds the breast out of the way of the archer's shooting arm."

"I've always been a big supporter of technological advancements." His hand sought out the brooch pinning her gown at the shoulder. "And speaking of advancements, wouldn't it advance your plans if I removed your dress?"

"Remember what I said about begging," Diana replied in a mock-warning tone.

"My Princess, may your unworthy subject take off your dress?"

"Yes, you may." She guided his hand to the clasp and in a moment, the fabric swished down to her waist.

He leered, "Nothing quite as sweet as the sound of fabric coming off a beautiful woman…"

Flatterer. He is good at this, I must admit.

She laughed throatily. But I'm better.

"You are being impertinent, my subject. One does not speak so freely to one's princess."

"Oh? I take it some punishment is in order?" Pretty please with you on top?

"I think so." The bedsprings creaked as she wriggled down the bed slightly. He could feel her warm breath on his navel as she moved to straddle his legs. He gasped as her tongue circled the head of his erect penis.

"Now, your punishment is to submit to whatever I do to you – but you can't move. If you move, I stop."

His breathing ragged, Bruce managed to quip, "Your cruelty knows no bounds."

He gasped again as she took more of him into her mouth, caressing his testicles with her hand. Breathing techniques…mental arithmetic..."Frere Jacques"…anything.

She stopped what she was doing, licking her lips pensively. "Piquant, but a bit understated." She then looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Oooo-kay." Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you're no fun, Bruce." And with one smooth motion, she licked and kissed the super-sensitive underside of his penis. He could feel his lubricant ooze out.

She tossed her hair back and gave him a look of mock concern. "My, my! Aren't we getting excited? Perhaps I should stop now." She was smirking.

"If you must," he retorted, his voice a little steadier. "But… I am being good, aren't I?"

"Oh yes, you are being a very good boy. In fact, you're so good that I think I'll give you a little reward."

It gets better?

"If it pleases my princess to reward me." And with that, he felt her weight disappear from his body and her hands lift his head slightly, untying the blindfold.

Damn.

She was floating above him. Perfect breasts, swaying slightly, tantalizingly just out of reach. Her dress, undone to her waist, lightly touched Bruce from waist down, tickling him enticingly. A regal, 'yes, I am this beautiful' smile played across her lips.

Diana lowered herself ever so slightly down, so that her breasts were within reach of his mouth. "Now, I've never understood what it is with men and breasts," she said, shaking her torso, causing her magnificent bosom to jiggle.

She continued, sounding almost casual as she circled her own areola with her index finger, ever playful. "Granted, Greek men were not quite as obsessed with them as you American men, but still! What is it …" she playfully let her right nipple brush his lips, causing him to gasp audibly "…that men find so fascinating about these simple mammary glands, anyway?"

She regarded him, her eyes flashing mischievously. "Hmm? Certainly 'the Dark Knight' is above these..." she dipped down and mashed her right breast into his face, then darted back up again "...puerile fixations?" Her laughter was like a waterfall of feathers.

"Below them, actually." Bruce's mouth was almost completely dry, so he sounded more pathetic than sardonic.

Diana shook her head slowly and tsked, as if sympathizing with his plight, then continued her teasing. He longed to reach up and pull her down, but he knew that would be a severe infraction.

Hey, I'm the Batman. I live dangerously. He reached to grab her, as quickly as he could.

But she was faster. She floated up quickly, completely out of his reach. "Such impertinence!" Her words sounded sure, but Bruce could detect a certain huskiness creeping into her voice. And her eyes were a bit clouded. Losing a bit of our composure, aren’t we, Princess?

She suddenly laughed wickedly and maneuvered in air until she was standing over his head. She raised her skirt slightly to let the light shine under it, and he gasped again.

She was wearing no underwear.

"How fortunate that your new place has cathedral ceilings," he managed to croak, despite his tightening throat. It's almost painful how beautiful she is.

She ignored the quip. "I think for your next punishment, we'll try something different. I've heard rumors of your, shall we say, prowess." She stepped delicately out of her gown and tossed it to the side. Floating horizontally above him – but within arm's reach this time – she commanded, "Show me how you would pleasure your princess."

Bruce stretched his right arm around her back and guided her until her left nipple brushed his lips. Diana shivered slightly as his tongue circled her areola and her nipple hardened at his touch. As he took her whole nipple into his mouth and sucked, she felt a growing wetness between her legs. She longed to feel his body against hers, to hold his arousal between her thighs.

Watching her expression change as she became aroused, Bruce chuckled softly. "Would my princess deign to join her loyal subject on her bed? She might catch cold in those air currents."

With an almost inaudible sigh, Diana settled next to him. Reaching a hand to her vulva, he could feel her wetness. She moaned as he probed her folds, teasingly.

"Is that what my princess wants? Does she want me to touch her?"

Diana wanted to remain regal and just a bit haughty, but as his fingers found her clitoris and caressed it, she felt a sudden rush.

Be patient! That last admonition was as much for herself as for him.

Gods, he is handsome.

"It's not a matter of what I want, Bruce." Her voice dropped to a growl. "It's a matter of what I demand."

Bruce's eyes widened.

With lightning speed, she maneuvered herself so that her vulva was hovering just above his eyes.

"Like what you see?"

He gulped.

She floated down a few inches and gave him an imperious look, her moist labia less than an inch from his lips. "I suggest you get to work, then." She grinned, using that little-girl voice from their adventure with Mordred, "Bruuuce."

Rising to the challenge, Bruce caressed her outer folds very softly, and then gave her a long, slow lick by way of introduction. She almost purred. "Oh, that's nice. Your reputation is well-earned, I see."

"Reputation". Great. She read the Playboy interview...

He smirked. Let's see how human she really is. He parted her folds until her clitoris stood isolated and unhooded. God, even her genitalia are lovely. This is too much – like making love to a living Greek statue. He puckered his mouth and sucked gently.

A small squeal greeted his efforts. "Oh, that… that was wonderful, B-Bruce…!" she managed, in between gasps for air. Suddenly remembering herself, she said, more calmly but still winded, "I mean..., um, well done, my servant." She almost blushed.

"Oh, but I'm nowhere near done with you, woman." Diana narrowed her eyes at his intonation, then laughed and ground her body closer to his. It's only fair, Bruce. In your world, the men, not the women, are used to dominating. It's so – perverse.

"Brave words, little man. More work, less talk." She punctuated those last four words by pelvic thrusts– gently, so as not to dislocate his jaw.

He kept at her until his tongue was almost numb. He supplemented with his fingers – discovering with some chagrin that Amazons did not seem to have a G-spot.

"Um, what are you doing?" Diana had asked finally, perplexed.

"Your G-spot…?" He had felt like a mechanic sliding out from under a sports car and being asked to explain what this mysterious "transmission" thing was.

"I read about that in Cosmo! I… don't think I have one… but this part here is particularly sensitive." He learned shortly that it most certainly was. As he kissed and nibbled and licked and sucked, he was rewarded by the increasing tempo of her moans, and finally her cries and contractions of orgasm. In her final shudders, she inadvertently sandwiched Bruce's head between her legs – just a bit too tightly. Not a bad way to go, but… Using his leverage, he grabbed her thighs and shoved her away.

Startled, she came out of her orgasm-induced bliss. "Mmmm, nice technique but an unconventional finish. What happened?"

"Princess, you forget," Bruce smiled devilishly. "I'm not Clark. I'm not invulnerable."

"We'll see about that," Diana teased. "Now, lean back."

"I'm all yours." For tonight, anyway. Bruce settled back on the pillows and placed his hands behind his head. "What did you have in mind?"

"It'll be easier to show you than to tell you." She crawled sinuously down the bed to position her head above his midsection. After a few exploratory licks, she took his penis into her mouth and began to hum. And not just any song; after the first few muffled notes, he recognized it: "Am I Blue".

The vibrations tickled his cock enticingly and he couldn't stifle a shudder, especially when she began to massage his testicles. As she continued humming, he felt the pressure rising and knew she had to stop. "Diana," he managed to gasp, "that'll do." She looked at him quizzically, then laughed - followed by a fleeting nip - showing that she had indeed gotten the "Babe" reference.

"Then it's your turn now," she murmured throatily, and Bruce applied himself to the task at hand.

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