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After another round of ‘endurance training,’ as Bruce sometimes thought of it, Helena and Artemis needed to rest. Bruce let them. They’d exhausted themselves enough in the immediate aftermath of the quake. He could carry on the stakeout himself. It was starting to look like it wouldn’t turn up anything.

The quake had ended up being more localized and less severe than it had seemed at first, with the red skies being chalked up to a freak meteorological phenomenon. That took care of a general panic, but didn’t satisfy Bruce. Diana called him soon enough to confirm his suspicions.

“Wonder Woman to Batman: I’ve been in touch with my people—they’re sure Persephone was taken against her will. They have a crime scene. Think you could skip out on the Gotham nightlife for a trip to the island?”

“I’m not doing much good here,” Bruce replied into his communicator, meaning it in more ways than one. Lying against each other, Helena and Artemis looked quite content without him. “Send the plane.”

Even in sleep, Artemis was still a warrior, and she reared her head at the slight sound of his response. “Diana?” she asked, proving her ears were even sharper than Bruce had expected.

He nodded, trying as Artemis was not to wake Helena. “I’m needed on Themyscira.”

“And Maxie Zeus?”

“I don’t think he’s going to show,” Bruce answered. “But if he does, bug the location before you leave. See if Oracle can’t think of something useful for you to do.”

Artemis smirked at his brusqueness, being at a similar wavelength herself. “I prefer your ideas of ‘something useful to do.’” She got up, detaching herself from Helena’s encircling limbs to display her nakedness to Bruce one more time. “Hurry back,” she said, with acrid teasing.

***

Diana’s invisible jet arrived on autopilot and, fully dressed, Bruce took up the pilot’s seat and laid in a course for Themyscira. A few hours later, he’d arrived. Hippolyta had shown up to greet him with perfect timing. She wore a purple chiton with gold highlights, the most slender of strings holding it to her neck, strings that were lengthy enough to allow the chiton to dip down her chest and show off the ample cleavage she’d passed on to Diana. Her long legs emerged from the slit in her gown and then passed back beyond its veiling translucency as she walked up to him. 

“Bruce. It’s good to see you once more. Diana said you were coming; I’m sure you would like to be shown to the crime scene right away.”

“As soon as possible,” Bruce agreed, undoing his cowl and peeling it back to rest against his cape. Now that he’d seen there were no strangers to make note of his identity, he could think of no reason not to enjoy some of Themyscira while he was there. It was the same principle as the endurance training with Artemis and Helena. Even if these little dalliances felt like things he contrived to enjoy rather than natural urges, they were no less effective at lifting his depression—if he could still call it that, when it seemed more and less.

He didn’t feel unhappy, just as if the shadow over him for as long as he could remember was still present, and he enjoyed his life along with the shadow that hung over it, not despite it. 

It did no good to think about it. He had a case to solve.

Then again…

Then again, hadn’t he noted how easy it had become to slip off that armor? Not just for endorphin activities like what he had done with Helena and Artemis, the satisfaction of which still lingered, but in simple contentment? The darkness was a recurring thought, yes, but one that could slip out of his mind as easily as it came into it. So. Was he still the Batman, or was he something else? Something… happy?

The Oracle’s chamber was built to the usual Greco-Roman specifications, nestled deep inside a large villa, with no windows except for high slits at the areola of the domed ceiling, and two skylights, forming eyes in a roof that was like the inside of a mask. It gave the illusionary impression of a face, either looking down from above or looking up into the sky with the room’s occupants as the brain.

He wondered which way Persephone had seen it.

There were signs of a struggle, but nothing definitive, nothing specific. Nothing seemed to have been touched except the obvious—a knocked over cup, a fallen parchment, a chair bumped out of alignment with the table it was seated at. Batman stooped down to examine the chair legs. There was a tuft of fur—just four hairs—under one of them.

“Did Persephone own a cat?” he asked Hippolyta.

She nodded. “A friend is caring for it while she’s missing.”

Bruce began running his tests.

***

Each of the four hairs belonged to the sample provided of the Oracle’s cat. So did hairs on the parchment, the couch, the sofa. He kept testing them anyway.

There was one that had blown into the jamb of the door, obscured when it closed—and held in place to be discovered.

“It belongs to the Cheetah,” Bruce concluded, sharing his findings with Hippolyta in the queen’s chambers, and Diana and Dinah over the comms. “Given the stealth of the action and her own power level, I think it’s safe to assume she worked alone, at least in this phase of her plan.”

Diana nodded agreement. “If I recall correctly, Cheetah’s been renewing old ties with the Bouda tribe in Africa. They worship Urzkartaga. If Persephone isn’t there, then the tribesman probably know something.”

Dinah piped up: “Leave Elissa and Thomas to watch over Sam while we check it out.”

“Sounds good to me,” Diana said. “Mother?”

“I’m prepared to commit the armies of the Amazon to defending Gotham, if we can move Paradise Island off the city’s shoreline. But such magic is impossible to do without the Oracle.”

“Then we should get going,” Diana said. “Bruce, be careful.”

“You’re the one going into enemy territory,” he reminded her.

“Yeah,” Dinah said, “but she has me with her.”

The line cut off, dispelling their holographic visages.

Hippolyta faced him. Her dress billowed in the breeze, as if air were rushing in to fill the vacuum left by Dinah and Diana’s disappearance. “Will you be going?”

“Soon,” Bruce said. “I need to test, but I can do that while the plane’s on autopilot.”

“Or you could do it here,” Hippolyta suggested. “My chambers are much more comfortable, are they not?”

“Much more,” Bruce agreed. “And much slower.”

Abruptly, Hippolyta kissed him. Her lips melted against his, her fingers trickled into his hair, and her warmth permeated his body. It was like the paradisal feel of Themyscira on his face after he’d freed it from his cowl, only a hundredfold. 

“It’s been a long time since you’ve visited me,” Hippolyta said in a soft sigh. “And you only come once a month when Artemis wants to join us. When do I get you all to myself?” 

He caught her around her bare waist, where the dress parted, and pulled her to his body. “What has come over you, your highness?” he asked seriously.

She pressed her lips to his ear. “I need a fuck. I need your big hard cock, just like my daughter is getting.”

His coiled arm moved down her waist to grope her full buttocks. “You need it here or in the bed?”

“We always have sex in the bed,” Hippolyta said desultorily, pushing her loins at his crotch. “Why don’t you fuck my cunt on the sofa?”

“I didn’t think you knew those kinds of words,” Bruce muttered, his ears burning a little to hear the refined, dignified queen allowing herself to be a slut. She was so domineering with Artemis, ordering the redhead around and pleasuring her masterfully, that it was easy to forget she had her own lusts.

“All women do.” She started undoing the clasps on his arm, caressing his firm chest, the dark hair under his suit. “Kiss me. Play with my tits. Fuck me.”

He drew her over to the large sofa. Sitting her down at his left, he lifted his right hand to her halter. As his mouth came down on her eager lips, he untied the ribbon that held the straps of her dress together. 

Hippolyta shuddered. Her nipples swelled out into stinging peaks, her clit felt ripe as a grape on the vine. As his tongue entered her hungry mouth, she reached down and unzipped his codpiece. He kissed her harder, tightening his fingers on her breasts. She reached inside his crotch to touch this swelling prick. Carefully she pulled it out of his opened costume. It was so beautiful, so thick and long.

“Hnnnn,” Bruce groaned into her sucking lips. She could feel his forming into a smile. “It can’t have been that long for you.”

“Days and days,” Hippolyta laughed. “But any time I have to go without this wonderful big cock, it feels like an eternity. Come on, get this big prick inside me!”

“If it’s felt like an eternity already, then you can wait a little longer,” he told her. His playful fingers went to her sex, his thumb coming down on her clit. 

Hippolyta arched her hips up, rubbed his cock, and felt her pussy twitch around his fingers. She could feel Bruce’s pleasure, and his shock at her bold come-on. The surprise made it all the more exciting. “Then use your hands, ah!, your fingers, and make me come!”

“Your highness,” Bruce assented, fucking his fingers into her pussy. He lowered his head to her swollen breasts and kissed her areolas, one at a time, before circling a hardened nipple with his tongue. Inside her cunt, he felt the first honeyed clench of her oncoming climax.

“Ohh, Bruce!” Hippolyta gasped. “It’s coming! Finger my cunt! Suck my tits! Make me come! Great Hera, that’s good—fuck, shit, so good! I’m coming all over the place! Ohhhhhhh!”

Her outburst excited him; his huge cock throbbed in her coiled fingers. She held onto it for dear life as her orgasm burnt through her tender cunt and hips and stomach.

“Your pussy’s getting nice and tight for me,” Bruce commented.

“Isn’t that what men like?”

“Yeah.” He let go of her and sat back on the sofa, his cock rising high above his lap.

Hippolyta stood up and tossed her dress off, revealing her cunt gleaming with arousal. “I need cock,” she said. “I need your big, hot cock.” She straddled his knees, her sex aimed right at him.

Hippolyta put her hands on his shoulders, tightening her grip as she stared down at his massive prick. Precum ran from the slit, its musk inflaming her senses. She crept forward on her knees, her ass sliding along his legs, until her cunt was nestled at the base of his upright cock. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his face.

His strong hands gripped her ass, holding it almost painfully tight, relishing in the beautiful plumpness that went with her long, tapered legs. Hippolyta went with the motion of his arms, grinding her pussy against his manhood and waving her breasts at him. Her juices were slickening his cock and hairy balls. He caught her nipple in the suction of his lips, and she curved her spine, offering more of their high, firm majesty to rub over his face and into his mouth. He took hold of the breast he wasn’t suckling at and squeezed it roughly.

“I wish you could fuck my tits,” she breathed. “You get them as hot as my cunt!”

“Nnnnnm,” Bruce muttered, still making sucking kisses on her cleavage, big hands fondling her teat and caressing her face.

“Finger my asshole,” she whispered as his thumb rounded her lips. She kissed its pad. “Get my ass ready for your cock.”

Bruce tensed. His prick issued a fresh dollop of precum. He liked the idea. He really liked it. He let go of Hippolyta’s other breast, the one not stuffed in his mouth, and reached behind her to toy with her ass. Her hips twitched with the thrill of having his finger deep between her buttocks, circling her anus.

“You seem a lot more ambitious than you are with Artemis,” Bruce chuckled, watching her shiver as his fingertip dipped briefly into her asshole.

Hippolyta smiled at her own shudder. “I don’t want Artemis to fuck my ass. I want you to. Only you…”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said, now two fingers teasing around the tight ring of her rectum, going in parallel curves along her anus, meeting at the top and bottom where they almost pushed into her. Hippolyta was trembling so hard she thought she’d have a seizure.

Her clit was tensing harshly against his shaft. Stirrings of delight chased through her flesh, and she fucked herself against his manhood, coating it with her arousal.

“Push your finger up my ass!” she whispered desperately. “I’m going to come again!”

Then he did something she hadn’t expected. Bruce dropped his left hand between her opened thighs, briskly swiped his fingers into her juicy cunt, and then brought that moistened hand to her ass. She suspected that he had done this before, perhaps even with Diana, but she said nothing, just waited expectantly.

Bruce gripped her ass with his right hand, holding the cheeks splayed with his firm hold, and pushed the lubricated finger of his left hand into her anus. The yielding of her tender muscle to his firm touch drew a gasp from the queen.

“Oh, that’s good!” she mewled. “Ohhh, fuck, I’m coming! My cunt’s coming because you’re fucking my ass! Mmmmmm!”

Her sex clenched like his cock was already inside her. And she moved her hips as if fucking him, even as she only fucked herself on his finger in her ass. She didn’t care. She loved her own wild undulations as she came. She was actually squirting against the underside of his upthrust prick, like waving a red cape before a bull, her tits jiggling, her lips open and moaning as the shivers of her orgasm took all the time in the world to fade into honeyed satisfaction. Her asshole was still deliciously tight around his finger, and she could only imagine how hard he’d have to be to force his member into her noose-tight sex as it continued to shudder.

“By the gods, Bruce, you have no idea how hard I came!” she panted happily. “Now I need your cock. I’ll ride it as hard as anyone ever has! I’ll come ten more times on that beast!”

“And I need your ass,” he said, slipping his finger out of it. “One day I’m going to feel that sweet little hole of yours around my cock, squeezing just as hard as it can.”

“Yesss!” Hippolyta gasped, gripping his shoulders, lifting her trembling ass until she could fit her sex to his swollen cockhead. “Tomorrow! The very next day! You have to fuck my ass then! But now I need it in my pussy! My pussy needs it so—“

She felt the searing heat of his cock lodging itself in her twitching sex. Her inner muscles gripped his length, tightening on it harder the more she lowered herself, but that didn’t slow him down. His cock roared into the depths of her cunt, entering her and entering her and entering her until she had no choice but to come.

“Hera! I’m coming already! I’m coming so damn hard—oh fuck—so damn good! Bruce, that’s the best cock in the world! Oh, oh, uhhhh!”

She felt her cunt impotently strangling the thickness of his tensing prick. She jiggled up and down on it, her tits rubbing over his broad chest. Sighing, eyes closed in almost tearful bliss, she finished her climax and softened against him. The hardest thing in her body was the twitches her cunt still made around his manhood, each propelling a new whisper of her cream down his shaft and over his hairy balls. Her breasts nestled against his chest. His hands massaged her ass, prolonging her exquisite afterglow, and she realized how lucky she was. First, to have a daughter with such excellent taste in men. Second, to have a daughter who was willing to share.

“That was wonderful,” she moaned lovingly, rolling her breasts against his muscular body.

“It was.” He palmed her trim ass in his big hands one last time, giving her a firm squeeze. “Think my cock will fit in that sweet little ass of yours?”

“We’ll make it fit,” Hippolyta swore.

“Yes, we will.” Bruce grinned. His prick tensed inside her. “But I haven’t had enough of your cunt yet. Get it moving. Fuck my cock. Ride up and down on my prick and come for me again.”

“Oh, I’m going to come so hard!” Hippolyta promised. “My cunt is going to burst into flames around your big, hard cock!”

She thrust herself at his member, shuddering with every long gulp she took of it. She fucked in cadence, with a few hard lunges and then a pause as she lingered on her pleasure. It was all she could do to keep from riding him full force, and perhaps hurting him with the enthusiasm of her passion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, bringing her hands together to grip his belt buckle like a horse’s reins, the veeing motion of her arms drawing her breasts together and making them appear even larger. She noticed Bruce grinning at her profane verbiage. “You enjoy making me talk dirty, don’t you? Just like you corrupted Artemis, with all her foul language. What else do you want me to say, Bruce?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Just remember that I’m going to come in your dirty little cunt. I’m going to shoot my jizz all the way to your stomach.”

Hippolyta’s ass jiggled as she bounced it on his lap, feeding his manhood deep into her quivering sex. Another orgasm was building inside her, starting in the tight sheath that Bruce so ably filled. “I love it! I love to fuck your big cock! Oh, I’m coming!” She fucked faster, gasping, crying out. “Oh fuck! Shoot it in me! Let me feel your cock go off inside me! I need your cum! My cunt hasn’t had any in so long! You need to give me enough to last years! For years and years, Bruce!”

“Only if you can take it,” Bruce growled. “Only if you can take it all!”

He gripped her bounding ass, pulling her cunt down onto his thrusting manhood. Hippolyta’s eyes rolled back in her head as he fucked her deep. Her ass rested on his balls as he hilted himself inside of her, and she felt them throbbing hard. They spasmed and, inside her, she felt the first hard throbs of his ejaculation. Her cunt tightened and tightened until it exploded, inner muscles churning and rippling around his throbbing member. She could feel the gush of his seed inside her body.

“Fuuuuck!” Bruce grunted thickly. “You have such a good—hot—cuuuunt!”

“And you’re making it go crazy!” Hippolyta cried. “Oh, ohhh, fill me with your big load! Fuck it all the way up my cunt!”

Her head whirled as she climaxed against, molten lead spooling out of her cunt. Bubbles of flickering lava raked up her pussy and clit, exploding in her belly. She felt so full, of his cock, his cum, of him.

His thrusts slowed and his hands fell from her hips. Hippolyta kept rutting against him until the tremors of her impossible climax had faded. Those gasping aftershocks were divine. Truly divine.

“Did my cunt suck out all your cum?” she teased him, lowering her hard-tipped breasts to his sweaty chest. She tightened her thighs on his hips in glorious invitation, feeling some stiffness still in his length.

“I still have some left,” he replied with the dark fervor he usually reserved for business, his hardened prick throbbing inside her shivery cunt. “For emergencies.”

“You’ve filled my cup but not my bottom,” Hippolyta said, swaying her hips around the fleshy impalement that was only growing stronger inside her. “I’d call that an emergency.”

“It’s only an emergency if you don’t know what to do,” Bruce said. “And I know exactly what to do with you.”

Switching places with her in a whirl of motion, Bruce flung her legs up into the air as he pressed her down to the sofa. She was bent nearly double as he viciously thrust himself into her, showing Hippolyta that she didn’t know the meaning of being filled. She could only yelp and pant and moan, raking his shoulders with her fingernails with a frenzy that almost cut into his cape. Her jackknifed body flexed and shuddered, her legs kicking into the air with the aftershocks of his pummeling strokes. She was wild with pleasure as her tender cunt suddenly found itself flaring up around his plundering manhood.

“Oh! Unh! Ah! Sweet Hera! Oww! Ow!”

“Does it hurt?” Bruce panted, even as he lunged into her multiple times just in the time it took to ask.

“Yes!” Hippolyta gasped.

“Do you want me to stop?” Bruce asked smugly, knowing the answer already.

“No! No! Oh… don’t stop!”

She was very nearly quoting Diana.

Bruce dropped one hand down to the valley splitting her ass and slid two fingers into her well-prepared anus. Hippolyta squealed nonetheless as her tight asshole was finally entered.

“Aaeeee! Oh yes, Bruce, do it to me! Yessss! Fuck my ass!”

He kept at her cunt for a few minutes, working his joined fingers into her loosening asshole. When he deemed it ready, he pulled his two fingers out. He still held her legs high above her shoulders, spread wide, her body open and vulnerable from her pussy to her anus.

Grimacing against the momentary end to his own satisfaction, he withdrew himself from her well-used cunt, heralding a flood of his seed that was now allowed to pour out of her. As it ran down her devastated pussy and over the upturned cheeks of her ass, he dropped himself down to her anus and slid himself in with a firm thrust. Lubricated by his earlier rimming and her own juices on his prick, he skewered her with ease.

Suddenly impaled in her virgin hole, Hippolyta was gripped by a sharp seizure. Pain and, more intensely, pleasure. She gasped and went white as a sheet, the soundless intensity of her sensation filling her open, silent mouth. It took her minutes of being sodomized just to wheeze and mewl with the helpless delight she felt.

Bruce would not let her stop at that.

“Do you want me to stop?” he panted.

“No!” Hippolyta wailed. “By Jupiter no! Fuck me! Ohhh! Fuck me everywhere! Yessss!”

So Bruce fucked her in both holes, delivering two long strokes into her ass, then pulling out to give the same to her cunt. It was a more potent mixture of pain and pleasure. Each time he hilted himself in her pussy, Hippolyta gasped and moaned and seemed to go deliriously dazed with ecstasy. Then he would skewer her ass, right down to his balls, and she would gasp and moan, tossing her head wildly on the sweaty cushions below her, pinned under him but brought back to vivid life by the sweet pain of having his immense tool forced inside her.

He could tell by looking into her eyes, whether they were blissfully closed or wide open with coursing adrenaline, that she wasn’t feeling anymore pain. It was all just shattering pleasure, sensation so intense that she could hardly bear it, or relief so thick it almost lulled her to sleep. 

“Ohhhh Hera, I’ve never felt anything like this!”

When she came, it was with even less warning that she had before. Her orgasm just seemed to explode deep in her body, like an oil derrick suddenly spouting. Convulsions ripped through her. She screamed and thrashed violently, flexing with each pulse of ecstasy she felt go between her ass and her cunt.

Three successive climaxes had their way with her before Bruce joined her. He groaned with satisfaction as his cock spurted into her bowels. Hippolyta gasped anew at the warm feeling traveling leadenly up her passage, then she nearly passed out when Bruce wrenched himself out of her ass and finished coming in her cunt. He released Hippolyta’s legs and she immediately clamped them around his waist, pumping furiously against him, demanding more, demanding of her body and his that she be fully satisfied.

“Oh yes, by the all the gods yes!” she panted. “Oh! Uh! AAAUNNN! OH! AANGGHHIIEEEEE!”

An eruption of a climax seemed to rupture her body, letting out all her inhibitions and letting in a rush of sensations she couldn’t deny. She clawed and raked the armor covering Bruce’s back, putting scratches in even it as she clung to him. Against his massive chest, her flesh quivered with unspeakable pleasure. When it was over, she collapsed below him in an impromptu bow the Queen of the Amazons would give to no other man. And, honoring it as she deserved, Bruce lowered her slack body gently to the bedraggled couch they’d abused.

“You enjoy yourself like that anymore and I may have to explain to Diana why she’s an orphan,” Bruce murmured.

“Sweet Olympus, I don’t dare,” Hippolyta gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she still tried to process what had happened to her. “It’s pure heaven inside me, all the way through me—no, don’t take it out… please… don’t take it!”

Bruce left his cock in her clenching pussy for the time being, knowing he’d just given Hippolyta more pleasure than perhaps even Diana, with her lesser taboos and lower inhibitions, had enjoyed with him. And also that, if Hippolyta were anything like her daughter, that even the perverse thrill that had left her paralyzed with bliss would soon not be enough for her.

And she wondered why he usually brought Artemis along to visit her.