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Power and Responsibility	By : batswolvie Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 9955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Has started it previously but maybe it got lost...so am posting it again!!

Power and Responsibility

Author: Batman_Wolverine
Fandom(s): DC-JLA Comic Universe
Pairing/Characters: Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Lois Lane, Catwoman and others.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Something very different from what I have ever done in the DC universe (until now). Rising from a different outcome of JLA #90, a look at the straightforward and the not so straightforward aspects of the relationship between the Dark Knight and the Amazonian Princess. Don’t let the title confuse you…..this is one twisted puppy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Wonder Woman or any of the other character Justice League characters. All owned by DC. Any OCs are my own creation and are free for anyone to use, just give me a shout out first.
Notes: The title is inspired from JLA #87, the conversation between ‘Fernus’ and Diana.

Acknowledgments: To those readers who have read, liked and appreciated my work. Its from their request to do a semi PWP series for DC-JLA (already done for Marvel X-Men) that I have started with this one. Hope this one is liked too.

Warnings (and Spoilers): JLA #87, #90, #105, #106, others.

01. The Sanctuary

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he grunted, even as his hands reached up to pull down the gold adorned red colored fabric of her bodice, his lips barely leaving hers.
“I know,” she halfheartedly moved back, allowing him to get the proper leverage to take off the obstructive clothing without having to resort to physically rip it off her….something she knew for certain he could very easily do.

“D….,” he started to say her name but stopped. There would be no names…not today. “Please,” his voice held a plea she had seldom heard. He was begging her to be the better person, the stronger person and to let go….save herself….and him.
“Do you want to stop?” The question was thrust back into his face, along with a perfectly rounded tanned bountiful breast, its comparatively sized areola sporting an erect nipple.

“I-Nnn…” was all that came out of his mouth before the aforementioned breast stopped all further words.

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They had returned to the watchtower from the grave of John Abernathy silent as the dead themselves. He had tried to retain the strong, unaffected façade he had put up….even in front of her. However, knowing him as she did, she knew that seeing the loss of a family member, a father no less, and the resulting rage in the son’s eyes and the sorrow in everyone else’s it wouldn’t be wrong before he caved in….which he did. With the others, he had to keep up his strong, all encompassing appearance, but with her, with her he could be who he truly was, an orphan son of a lost family.

She had consoled him by wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and resting his head on hers. They sat like that for what seemed like hours….until he started to move, to nuzzle at her smooth, supple neck, his hot breath causing a tingle, which his parted lips only strengthened. From there, it had gone onto him throwing his arms around her and pulling her up to straddle him.

The nuzzling led to soft kisses along her neck, jaw and finally to her lips, which had led to this moment, where they were in his private quarters on the Justice League headquarters on the surface of the moon.

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By the time they lose their respective clothing, they had reached a sexual frenzy that nothing short of a nuclear blast would be able to stop….if even that.

Once again she straddled him, her wetness rubbing against his aching hardness as it nestled between her parted thighs, right at the mouth of her molten core.

“Oh Hera,” her moan at his mouth once again clamping onto breast, while his hand kneaded the other, only served to goad him further, his suckling action growing harder….more painful. “Ooohh….”
At the pain dripping into her voice, he stopped and drew back. “Am I hurting you?” He asked with real concern.
“Yes,” she wasn’t anything if not truthful. “But it’s a good hurt. I like it.” She punctuated her words with a jerk at their almost joined bodies.

From her actions, he could tell that she wasn’t totally untutored in the male-female sex/lovemaking/fucking practices. ‘Who else had she done it with?’ The question raised its inquisitive and slightly ugly head in his mind….but only for a moment. It lost out to the ethereal beauty before his eyes, who in his moment of inaction had moved away ad laid out on the satin sheets of his king size bed, her legs moving apart, the seemingly neatly trimmed but in reality naturally, well godly formed triangle of her pubic hair enticing him….welcoming him.

‘Figures,’ he would have cracked a smirk, had he not been so mesmerized already. ‘From an island of only females, she would have a thing for this. Does she even know how to….?’ He envisioned those ruby red lips firmly wrapped around his shaft, his hands tunneled through her raven locks, guiding her forward and backward motion as she serviced….uh, blew….uh, fellated him.

Always ready to serve and protect, he kneeled down for the job at hand. Starting from he had left off, her breasts, he moved down to her washboard abdominal muscles, planting soft kisses on his downward travel to her valley of love, his ears filled with the soft cooing of the gently writhing beauty.

Soon….maybe too soon for her, he was eye to hole with her center, its heat, scent and pheromones overwhelming him completely, making him a slave to her every whim and wish.

Planting a kiss just at her top, right where the hair ended and the soft skin began, he reached on hand up and using his first two fingers, parted the engorged folds of her sex.

“Ooooohh.” He was thankful as the sound proofing surrounding the room, kept within the room, her cry at the first penetration of his thick index finger.

‘She’s so tight,’ he once again marveled at both her outer and inner beauty. ‘Just like virgin. Oh god!’ That thought caused a shudder to run through his body, a shudder that she felt through their joining. Opening her smoldering eyes, she looked down at him and noticed the sudden pallor of his handsome unblemished face.

As if sensing his unspoken question, she murmured a soft, ‘I’ve done this a few times.’
‘A few times.’ That caused more questions to pop up. ‘How many times? With whom? When? Where?’

“Were you expecting me to be…?” She trailed off, expertly clenching her inner walls around his stilled finger.
“No,” was the first thing out of his mouth, his finger making a movement in support of that. “I guess,” he corrected it moments later. He didn’t want to lie to her….he couldn’t lie to her.

“Well, I guess that makes us both non-virgins.” This time a chuckle and a lower body twist came out with her retort. What she did not tell him was to whom she had lost….no, to whom she had quite willfully gifted/presented/given up given her precious virginity. If only he knew. However, there was no need or way of his knowing that….was there?

“Yes,” he smiled uneasily as he lowered his mouth to her center, clamping his lips around hers.

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“Yesssss,” she trailed off, her whole body blaze with sexual passion as her current lover’s tongue worshipped at her feminine altar, his fingers, first one, then two assisting and adding to the experience, until a uniform rhythm was established. Soon he was ramming the twin digits at an amazing…if a bit too fast for her taste, pace. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of her mind, the one not affected by the arousal haze clouding the rest of it, a snickering thought made its comment. ‘Men and their approach to oral sex. Get in, try to get off as fast as possible and get on with the rest of it. That was what they do when stimulating themselves, and that is what they assume works for us women too. If only everyone was….’ That thought ended; as the man presently with her seemed to reach his destination….to get her to orgasm.

“Oh YES,” her scream was accompanied by her closing her legs around his head, holding him in place as the oncoming orgasm finally slammed into her, shooting spikes of pleasure through her center to the rest of her body. “Yessss, oh Hera….yess….ssssss.”

Unable to break the death grip of her smooth thighs, he had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do except either close his mouth and let her slightly sweet and slightly tangy ejaculate drench his face or to try and lap it up. Deciding to try a bit of both, he managed to get some of it, especially the part reaching for his eyes.

They stayed that way for quite sometime, until gradually she came down from the orgasmic high, well low enough to loosen her grip and form clear, audible words. Pulling him up, she kissed him HARD, tasting her own honey in and around his mouth, whispering just four words. “You….inside me….NOW.”

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Adopting the aggressor attitude, she move with her usual speed and laid him out under him, straddling and mounting him in one feel sweep.

His cry of surprise and the intense tightness and grip he felt around his shaft were as loud if not louder than hers. He wasn’t surprised by her take charge posture….however, what surprised him was how easily he entered and filled her, like a hot knife through soft butter.

Staying still to allow herself to get used to the length and girth of the intruder, she began with gentle twist motions, moving to and fro horizontally without any vertical movements. That changed when she grabbed his hands and brought them to her waist, his fingers curving along the round curve of her butt-cheeks, just in time for her to begin her rise and fall actions.

Soon, “Yes....yes,” her cries and his grunts filled the room, the only other audible sound being that of wet, sweaty skin slapping against equally wet, sweaty skin. She was in complete control….just the way she liked it. He was under her, both physically and metaphorically. She was the conqueror and was enjoying the fruits of her conquest, reveling in the feeling of his pulsing manhood fill her again and again, doing a nice job of scratching the itch she had had for all so many years….the one with his name written on it. It felt good finally getting it out of the way….Oh, did it feel good.

The joyride didn’t last for long, as she felt him start to tense under her. ‘No birth control,’ one of the her secure sane grey cells reminded her. Following its advice, she let go and drew him out of her….just in the nick of time.

“DIANA,” he couldn’t control himself from yelling out her name as an earth shattering orgasm, one of the best he had had in a long time, wracked through his Adonis like body.

“Yes, yes…come on,” she urged him, her slender hand firmly rounded around his throbbing erection, jerking it quite forcefully as it spewed out its hot molten lava like release onto his abdomen and chest. He was too lost to even try and think as to why she had withdrawn from him.

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Collapsing on the bed, she lay on her side, watching him catch his breath and calm down, just as she was trying to do. She could see that all his tension of the past few days had left him. ‘Almost as it had been ejaculated,’ she smirked, her eyes lingering at the milky white liquid pooling at his midsection.

Checking her own fingers, her smirk turned to smug. They were spotless, not even a single drop on them. At first, the force of his release was enough to clear her, and as it slowed down to an ending flow, she had loosened her grip and had brought her hand to the lower side of his rapidly softening erection and laid it flat along his body, thus keeping out of the way.

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Lost in her thoughts, she missed out his falling asleep, only coming around when the gentle sounds of his snores reached her ears. ‘Hmmm, asleep already.”

Moving with the grace of a hunter-predator, a smug look of a fresh kill on her face, she set quickly donned her easy on-easy off costume. Stepping to the mirror, she fixed her hair and lips before stepping out into the empty corridor.

Hurrying along the metal walls to her destination, the teleportation chamber, the clicking of her heels sounding in her ears, she had just one thought in her mind.

‘I’ve got to find Bruce…just hope he is in the cave.’

Note: What dya think? Although I didn’t mention the ‘man’ in question, it is an easy enough one to guess….think ‘Trinity’ and you'll get the answer.

Next….the confession and something more…..more than what you are already thinking!!

Also, not sure about ‘John’ being the first name of Mr. Abernathy. If you know, please let me know the correct one.

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