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He had conquered her. Claimed her. Won her heart and loyalty from her father and brought her home, to Gotham, to campaign alongside him as she had once campaigned under the Demon’s Head. Now she would serve only him. Now she would love only him. Now she would know true happiness.

“Beloved…” Talia moaned, pouting her luscious red lips, rolling over on her firm, buoyant breasts to be closer to her sleeping husband. “Wake up, my love. Wake up and have me.”

But Bruce was too tired to even respond. He continued snoring, completely unaware of his bride’s request.

Talia reached over and jerked the covers off his sleeping body, her eyes blazing lustfully. She needed his hard cock in her cunt, quenching its raging fire. She’d been thinking about it all day, worked herself into a needful frenzy by the time he came home from Wayne Enterprises, to rest in preparation for the night’s patrol. She had been slipping her fingers into Bruce’s throbbing, creamy home between her legs for the entire afternoon, pinching and tweaking her sensitive clit, rubbing her palm over her glossy cunt. She had almost come to a climax when she’d heard the car pull up in the driveway. She wasn’t about to let her wifely duties go undone.

But as always, Bruce gobbled dinner without even noticing the gleam in his wife’s eyes. Before Talia could even suggest something to help him relax, he had disappeared into the Batcave to review his investigations and train, leaving Talia waiting impatiently upstairs. Finally, around seven he’d come back up, all sweaty and musky with his exercise, and had cooled himself down with a shower before going straight to the bedroom, where he passed out. He hadn’t even noticed the negligee Talia had put on for him!

Talia had a good notion to call Bane, just to see what he was up to. But she wasn’t the type to give up so easily, especially now that she’d gotten Bruce’s ring on her finger. She had the position she’d coveted, the title of his wife, and now she would take the satisfaction that came with it. She was going to have Bruce fulfill her craving if it took all night. She would get him hard if she had to dress up like that feline nymphomaniac to do it!

(In point of fact, Talia had been wearing a catsuit for a while…)

Talia ran her hand down Bruce’s chest, lightly sweeping her fingers over the deliciously masculine hair that covered his broad musculature. Her smile grew as her palm ticked down his abdominal muscles, swept the V of his hip flexors and the harsh ridges of his scar tissue. Her slim hand stopped at the base of his resting cock.

“Wake up, husband,” she purred, her fingers manipulating the length of his limp manhood. “There’s no point trying to sleep through this…”

She firmly massaged his softness, stroking up and down with rapid little jerks of her fingers. She knew Bruce loved to have his cock played with. Usually he’d be groaning by now, already pushing her over so he could sink himself into her wet pussy. But nothing was happening!

Talia continued to stroke and pull her husband’s cock in the way she knew he loved best. She was sure he would be awake and hers any minute now. But long moments passed and Talia was left sighing in exasperation. Bruce was still peacefully asleep. His cock was soft as a handkerchief.

“Alright, husband mine!” Talia growled in her frustration. She lowered her wet, warm lips to his prick. “Let’s see you ignore this!”

Her face held an expression of fierce determination as she closed her lips around the tip of his cock. She sucked and licked with her smooth tongue, starting at the base of his cock, traveling slowly up to the velvety head. She licked around in tiny circles to cover every inch. It was just the way Bruce liked it. Then she took his whole shaft into her tight throat. She gulped and sucked like she was starving for him. She was going to give Bruce the best blowjob of his life!

Bruce groaned. “Wuh-what are you doing?”

Talia grinned around his cock. Bruce was finally coming to life. She sucked in with force, feeling his soft cockhead nestle deep in her mouth. She probed with her tongue, guiding and pressing his limp cock against the slick, satiny roof of her mouth. Then she gobbled him nosily, sucking and gulping all the precum he was just now giving her.

“Talia!” Bruce gasped as she licked and sucked him in equal measure. “You must be… best cocksucker in the world…”

Talia felt Bruce’s small, soft prick change in her mouth, growing with leaps and bounds. It swelled on her tongue, heavier and much hotter. Pushing further into her slick throat, nudging up against the back of her mouth. It started to fill her throat with its pulsing length. Her lips stretched wide, trying to swallow the whole swollen shaft. She loved to feel him grow in her throat. There was nothing more exciting than feeling just how long and hard he could get. Her pussy was twitching now, clenching tighter and tighter, ready to challenge his battering ram prick to get inside her aching sex.

“Take it all, Talia,” Bruce gritted out, his hands now steepled together in back of her head. Talia could tell he wanted every inch of his member in her tight throat. “Suck me off,” he ordered firmly. “Make me come.”

Even his stoic face was contorted with blissful lust. Talia had found the perfect way to wake him up, and he moaned in ecstasy as his precum dribbled down her hot throat. He began juking his hips back and forth, his cock swelling to mammoth proportions. Talia could feel it getting bigger and bigger, hotter and hotter. It wouldn’t be long before he came right down her throat.

She jerked her head back. “Fuck me!” she demanded. “Put your hot, hard cock inside me and fuck!”

Bruce groaned. He was awake now, and horny as hell. He didn’t want to fuck, though. He needed to save his energy for the night. The blowjob had been more than enough. He tried to force Talia’s head back down, wanting to impale her throat on his rigid, pulsing shaft.

“Just eat it,” he told her. “Eat it.”

Talia twisted away. “Oh no! I’ve wanted it all day! I’m going to get it! You will have my womanhood or you won’t have anything at all!”

Bruce sighed. He supposed there was no arguing with Talia. She just didn’t understand the Mission. He gave his cock a few jerks, leaving its hardness pointed straight at the ceiling as he leaned back into a pillow of his hands.

“Come and get it if you want,” he said, closing his eyes as if already back asleep. “It’s all yours.”

He waited with a relaxed half-smile on his face. Talia was too horny to refuse.

Cursing in her native tongue, Talia moved forward and straddled his body. She might have known she’d have to do all the work, Bruce being too focused even now to do more than lie there with his prick standing up. She positioned her wet, hungry sex over his cockhead, moved down slowly.

She moaned as she felt his shaft enter her. The sensations running through her body were almost too good to be true. Her cunt clamped gratefully around his hardness, grasping him tightly, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into her heated depths.

“Aaagh!” Talia moaned, moving herself around in circles over him. At least she wasn’t frustrated anymore. Much.

She shuddered. She was at the very beginnings of orgasm; just a few moments more and she’d be coming. She pumped up and down with furious motions. Maybe it was just how excited she’d made herself, thinking about it and thinking about it and thinking about it, but her pussy was flooded with the wetness of her need.

“First time you’ve fucked a girl out of costume, beloved?” she squealed. “Probably the first time you’ve seen a woman naked, you obsessive bastard! Well, here I am! Have at it! Show me everything you can do with that cock! I know I had to put a little something in your drink to get your help with Damian, but now you can show me—show me how wonderful the Bat is when he finally releases all his pent-up, repressed sexuality! Give me your id, beloved! Use me for all your dirty, depraved fantasies! Take full advantage of my submission! Fuck me!”

Bruce grunted. He never could hold off coming when Talia talked like that. It excited him too much. His cock quivered and pulsed and suddenly he was coming, blast after blast of hot cum jetting out of him, soaking Talia’s softly twitching sex.

“Yes!” he groaned. “Awwww… yes.”

Talia felt Bruce collapse beneath her, his cock going soft, shrinking almost instantly. She humped in frenzied abandon, but Bruce was through. His cock slid out of her with a soft plop.

Talia groaned. She was frustrated like she had never been before. All that work and Bruce hadn’t even waited for her to come!

“How dare you… do you call this tribute to the Daughter of the Demon?” she demanded, climbing off of him.

But Bruce had fallen back asleep the moment he’d finished. He didn’t even hear her curses as she reached between her legs and worked to finish herself off.

“You’re great, beloved!” she muttered angrily. “You’re such a fucking stud! I don’t know why I even bother. That pathetic cock couldn’t pleasure me even if you did last more than a minute! I wouldn’t buy a dildo of your damn cock, because it couldn’t get me off in a hundred years! You’re a lousy fuck and you always were, but I thought you’d get a little better at it by now! You’ve trained for everything else, how can you be such a useless cocksman? How can you not get a little good at fucking? Have you really screwed that few women? You fly a fucking jet, but you haven’t figured out a good way to put your penis in my vagina!?”

The hotter her words became, the more heated her anger grew, the better her fingers felt in her cunt. She jogged her fingers furiously inside her, as if punishing her pussy, until the swollen feeling had grown too immense to stand. Desperately, she pried at her clitoris with her other hand, fingers and palm rubbing it into sudden, aching completion. Her climax was almost painful, punctuated by a sharp cry, and all her lust and rage turned into near-perfect bliss. She felt a pitch of liquid ecstasy as her pleasure became physical and ran out from between her thighs, but it brought with it no satisfaction, no fulfillment, only a bitter awareness that she had settled for this.

Seething, she rolled out of bed and trotted off in a huff. When Bruce’s phone beeped, she angrily swiped it aside with her open palm, smashing it against the wall. The message that would’ve drawn Bruce’s attention blazed for a moment, then was lost in digital blackness.

GRAYSON NOT REPORTING IN—RECOMMEND INVESTIGATION.

***

Selina was camped in front of the door to the hideout where they’d brought Dick. She sat cross-legged, her arms folded dismally, her soft face glowing darkly where her tears had cut through her make-up. When she saw Edie she leapt up, her eyes shining and her breasts heaving with stifled sobs that drew the Riddler’s attention immediately.

“What’s a four-letter word that ends in K and means ‘intercourse’?” Edie asked. She pointed her cane at Selina. “Talk!”

Edie was a sleek, almost gawky woman, her long limbs and tall, slender frame only kept from awkwardness by how they seemed to fit the exuberance of her energy. A skintight green bodysuit, worked with black question marks, showed off her sparsely athletic musculature, if not an excess of tits and ass, while a dark green domino mask left her close-cropped red hair quite brazen, more of an exclamation point than another question mark, turning her into an interrobang.

“It’s Oswin,” Selina said, her voice not shaking, but bracingly dry, drained of emotion. “She made Robin say… say horrible things about me! That I wasn’t tight, that I couldn’t make him come, couldn’t even give a good blowjob. Me! Not give a good blowjob!”

“Well…” Edie reasoned. “You have never been able to get Batman to date you.”

“What?”

“Maybe your talents are being wasted. It could be you’re somewhere else on the spectrum.”

“You think I’m autistic?”

“What’s in a man’s pants that’s not in a girl’s dress?”

“Wha… I don’t—“

“Pockets!” Edie moved in, beginning to stroke Selina’s arms fondly. “And maybe if you’re not enjoying ‘pockets’… or pockets aren’t enjoying you… then you should try a little something else.”

Selina looked to be in love with the possibility—sundering her relationship with Batman altogether in favor of being a lesbian. Catwoman, Edie thought with amusement. More like a frantic puppy, she was so eager to prove herself.

Inside, Selina flung her arms around Edie and kissed her passionately, rubbing her body feverishly against Edie’s. She helped Edie out of her costume, lavishing kisses on Edie’s long legs as Edie stepped out of her bodysuit. The throb of Edie’s body grew more intense with every inch of bare skin. When Selina took off Edie’s panties, she nuzzled her nose to Edie’s pubic hair. Edie sighed—the girl couldn’t help herself. Her very desperation was pulling Edie in.

Now panting, Edie said, “Take off your clothes.”

Selina hurriedly stripped naked, finishing by the time Edie had laid down on a sofa, and she flung herself on top of Edie’s nude body. Their blazing tits crushed together, Selina snaking her tongue into Edie’s mouth, stroking and rubbing Edie’s chest fervently.

“Don’t bother with that,” Edie whispered, as Selina tried to suck Edie’s left nipple into hardness. “Just eat me! Suck me off, Selina!”

Rushing to obey, Selina ducked between Edie’s open thighs and clutched her pert ass, lifting her hips up to feast. With a low whimper of need, Selina began devouring Edie’s throbbing cunt, satisfying her hunger with ravenous kisses and laps of her burning tongue.

Edie locked her thighs to Selina’s face and swung her hips urgently, trying to meet Selina’s tongue with one of the overheated pleasure points in her sex. “No, not there—there, ooh, yes, you got it, wait, no, you moved… just a little higher, a little higher… no, that’s down, you idiot! Eat me, damnit, eat me! Swing your ass around! Sixty-nine with me! I’ll show you how it’s done!”

Her mouth still locked needfully to Edie’s wet pussy, Selina twisted her naked body around so that she hovered over Edie in reverse, a folded knee on each side of her head. Practically growling with determination, Edie clutched Selina’s soft hips and pulled down, slamming that boiling pink cunt to her mouth. She was surprised with how wet, how heated Selina was. Had it really turned her on so much, just eating Edie out, or had it been… something else?

Oh, Edie loved riddles.

Rocking furiously with lust, the two kissed and sucked and lapped with delirious moans as they sixty-nined at length. Selina’s tawny flesh was soon soaked with sweat, dripping profusely onto Edie’s heaving breasts and trembling belly as they devoured each other in a contest of shattering thrills.

Shattering thrills for Selina, that is. Edie’s breasts were heaving out of frustration, her belly trembling with disbelief that Selina could look so sexy and be so bad at sex. She was either the most virginal virgin that had ever virgined or she was the straightest woman alive. And Edie guessed you had to be real straight to carry a torch for Batman while living with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

No matter how Edie sucked, how she nibbled, how she demonstrated over and over again the most rudimentary ways to please a pussy, Selina took none of it to heart. She just kept up the same repetitive licking at Edie’s vagina, as if it were a candy cane, somehow missing every erogenous zone, conveying none of the passion she obviously felt, and all in all making Edie feel as if her sex were a pacifier in the adult baby community.

And while Selina shuddered with orgasm after orgasm, her juicy appreciation of Edie’s efforts gushing into Edie’s unappreciative mouth—the woman needed to order pineapple on every pizza she ate for the rest of her life—the pounding fury of frustration hammered relentlessly inside Edie. She was getting nothing from this, less than nothing! Masturbation would’ve been better. An actual cat would’ve been better. A cane would’ve been better!

At last Edie forcibly pushed Selina away from her. “That’s enough!” she gasped. “You’re hopeless! Even worse than Harley!”

Selina began to sob pathetically. “But… I thought… you didn’t like it even a little?”

“Well, I suppose that counted as douching. It’s good to have that out of the way, I guess. But everything else was awful. Just… awful.”

“Please, give me another chance! Let me use my fingers! You can use fingers on a lesbian, right?”

Edie rolled her eyes. “I’m going to go fuck Robin. If Oswin’s bothering with him, there might be something there.”

“Please! One more chance! I’ll do anything—I must be good at being a lesbian, I must be!”

Edie’s eyes shimmied over Selina. She did look good. Damn good. Be an absolute waste if someone that good-looking were a lousy lay. “Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Because if you are as loose as they say, I need to put something somewhere.”

“W-where?”

“Every woman has one. It starts with a V and she can use it to get what she wants. What is it?”

“My… my voice?”

Edie shook her head.

***

Selina could feel her juices flowing as she sprawled back on the carpet and opened her legs, her hands folded behind her head. It was dark outside and, looking to her right, she could see a field of stars out the window as Edie stroked her breasts, her belly, her hips and inner thighs.

Edie rubbed up and down Selina’s outer labia with her fingertips, the pink flesh there sticky from Edie’s tonguing. She massaged Selina’s clit a moment, but not for too long. Edie was almost angry at Selina for looking so good and yet being such a disappointment. She felt like punishing her. And maybe Selina felt like that too. She did seem to be awfully wet for a woman who’d just been harangued for her poor lovemaking.

Now Edie worked her fingers in between the inner lips, at the mouth of Selina’s sex. She felt the base of the pubic bone over her fingers, but barely anything else. “It’s like fingering pudding,” she said, smirking. “Can you even feel that?”

“Yes!” Selina said defensively. “It feels great!”

Edie rolled her eyes. “I’m sure it does.”

Deeper and deeper the finger went into Selina, encountering barely any resistance from the innermost folds, going all the way to the back of Selina’s vagina with ease. Edie gave her another finger, and Selina didn’t appear to notice. Then three fingers, twisting and working in and out. Selina tensed her internal muscles, squeezing at Edie’s fingers, her ass beginning to move on the ground. She gyrated her hips. She moaned softly.

“Quite a performance,” Edie said.

“It’s not a performance! More! I want more! Push four fingers inside me!”

“Nice guess.”

“Even more than that! Stick your whole fist up my pussy! You won’t hurt me! The whole fist! I wanna feel it! I can feel it!”

Edie was astonished as four tightly clustered fingers pushed easily inside of Selina. She pressed the tip of her thumb precisely against the center of her hollowed palm and straightened her arm, stiffened her wrist. Moved one knee behind the other so she could get the entire weight of her torso behind the penetration. Then she watched with wide eyes as Selina’s cunt opened further than Edie ever would have thought possible. White showed all the way around Edie’s pupils as her fist disappeared inside Selina’s body.

“Well, if you can take one fist so easily, I can’t imagine two will be much of a problem…”

Grinning wickedly, Edie drove three fingers of her left hand into Selina’s dripping cunt. Quickly the fourth finger was pushed to join the first three. Then Edie’s thumb was digging at one side of Selina’s pussy, its tip poking into the well-stretched cunt.

“It hurts!” Selina cried, feeling Edie’s palm being forced through the mouth of her sex.

“I’ll bet it does,” Edie replied, not at all taking Selina’s claim at face value. She was finally feeling some tightness, but nowhere near enough to keep it out. And she truly doubted there was any great deal of pain either.

“You’re killing me!” Selina wailed. “Tearing me up inside!”

Edie shoved with all her might. Selina’s pussy was no match for the pressure, and both of Edie’s hands were suddenly jammed inside of Selina. As Edie’s fingers entered the cunt, they curled until the hand had become a fist. Then Selina’s portal finally locked with real tightness around Edie’s wrists, trapping both fists inside.

Selina shrieked, feeling the two massive intrusions all the way in her hole. The near-forgotten sensation of being stretched, of being pulled taut… she wondered if this was what Oswin had felt with her tight pussy, fucking Dick so hard.

Her throbbing cunt began to glide back and forth along Edie’s arms as the other woman fucked her fists in and out, all the way to Selina’s cervix, shoving the walls of her sex well out of the way. Selina remembered how it had looked, watching Dick hilting Oswin.

“Fuck me with your fists, Edie! Harder! Deeper! Twist it when you fuck! Make it hurt! Oh God, God, so fucking good!”

A bolt of lightning burst through her insides, knocking her near-senseless with her first crashing climax. Again and again, exploding shudders ripped through her unprepared body, as Edie pulled her fists almost all the way out, then punched them back in. The fistfuck became increasingly brutal, until the last thing Selina remembered was the biggest orgasm of all blasting her mind into unconsciousness.

Her screaming stopped. She fell limp to the carpet. The intensity of the sensations had been too much for her.

“What has ten fingers, but no arms?” Edie asked, gazing down at Selina’s body. “Your cunt.”

***

Talia awoke to see Bruce’s smug face beaming over at her. She glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. It was the middle of the night. Her jet lag from Nanda Parbat had not increased her appreciation of the odd hours Bruce kept.

“What is it?” she murmured sleepily.

“I just like looking at you.” He pinched her cheerfully on the ass and climbed out of bed. “You’re lucky to be married to such a stud. No matter how tired I am, I can still give you a nice fuck.”

He sounded proud.

Talia rolled over and buried her head under the pillows. She didn’t have the heart to tell Bruce that he hadn’t done her any good. She wouldn’t even bother helping him into his armor, or taking over any of the myriad chores he charged his valet with. Let the stud suit up on his own. Talia was going to go back to sleep and get some rest. At least out from under her father’s thumb she could sleep in instead of keeping to his demanding training regimen.

Before she drifted away, though, Talia picked up her phone from the dresser, checking her messages just in case something important had come up. It had. Talia considered ignoring it, but that would just displease Bruce. And there was enough of that going around in their marriage.

“It’s your little IT woman,” she told Bruce, not even bothering to enjoy the show as he powered through a few warm-up exercises. “She wants me to tell you that Richard Grayson is not reporting in. She’s currently looking for him.”

“I’ll find him,” Bruce said confidently.

“And then you can find my clitoris.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

She waited, sleep no longer holding an allure now that she’d seen the gleam in Bruce’s eyes, his renewed desire to attend his Mission. She got up as soon as she heard the secret passage to his cave close behind him. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the cool throbbing of the refrigerator, lost in thought.

She could still feel the familiar tingle in her pussy. Getting off with her own hand just wasn’t enough for her anymore. Her demanding sex twitched and twanged. She was going to have to get satisfaction from somewhere, anywhere—she was going to have to find a real man to fill in if her beloved could not.

But if the Dark Knight himself could not satisfy her, who could?