Girls of Gotham 2 (Patreon)

Dick’s mouth went hungrily to hers. His hands gripped her shoulders—not that he feared or worried or cared that she would try to get away, but because he wanted her to feel the tightness of his grip.

Echo felt it, felt his heat, and shook. In the quiet… the quiet somehow loud with the crackling voyeurism of Query, watching her partner being willingly ravished by a passionate attacker… Dick took hold of the zipper at the back of her dress.

He teasingly held it, not moving it at all. Impatiently Echo moved to help him. Dick stopped her: the shock of his gaze hitting her eye to eye from under the domino mask and greasepaint that hid his identity, let him do whatever he wanted to her without fear of reprisal.

“Take it off,” he told her. Not a barked order, but an undeniable request. Echo quivered. She couldn’t help herself. “Show yourself to me.”

Her hands rushed into motion. She undid her dress and he rewarded her with his mouth finding hers again. Gloved hands swept her dress to the waist, then felt their way to the hook of her bra. This time he didn’t wait to make it a question. Echo felt the satin go limp and then his touch moved to cup her full breasts, helping himself to their rich decadence.

In a blast of need, Echo thrust the dress down her waist, over her hips, kicking her legs until it was at the floor. Her eyes darkened as Dick’s hot lips covered her mouth and neck with fiery kisses. He avoided her own puckered lips for a moment, sucking at her pulse. Her mouth was left nothing to do but moan.

“Nightwing,” she gasped. “I’m fucking Nightwing…”

His face burrowed into her chest. His fingers played over her near-naked body, stroking her in long, languid delvings like a musician eliciting deep notes from a cello. The more he touched her, the more she felt. The deeper the feelings went. Until she could’ve sworn he was somehow touching her core, making it burn and froth like it had only ever done in the most intense sex of her life. All she needed was his cock, Echo knew, and the pleasure of it would explode.

Query couldn’t take anymore. As sensual as it was to watch, her throbbing cunt finally reached a fever pitch that burst, jolting her into action like a little orgasm of need. Strutting up to Dick, drawing his eye with her swaying hips and bobbing breasts, she pressed herself up to the flank of his body, where Echo wasn’t touching him.

“Whoever makes you come, huh?” she whispered in his ear. “She hasn’t made you come yet, has she?”

Her hands trickled over his costumed body, back and front, fondling the toned muscle that seemed precision-engineered to all fit together in one stunning spectacle. The bulging trapezius muscle made a ridge one hand could follow. His pecs were built for purpose, not show. They didn’t swell out his costume like a bodybuilder’s, but there was a definite firmness to those plains of taut musculature. A stony hardness that offered barely any given, but extended all throughout Dick’s body, wherever she touched.

He was like a marble statue she could fondle, excite, fuck. Somehow, the leathery texture of his costume excited Query even more, denying her the feel of warm flesh but providing her with something kinky and torrid.

She didn’t even know his name or what he looked like without the mask. Still, the sex was anything but anonymous. Nightwing. A legend. It was somewhere between hooking up with a celebrity and worshiping a god.

“You’re a naughty boy,” Query told him. “Making us do dirty things to go free. I don’t think Superman would approve.”

“You’re naughty girls,” he replied. “So that’s how I’m going to deal with you. Besides—jail would be a waste. Imagine those two fuckable bodies of yours with only other woman around. No big pricks to fuck those hot pussies like they deserve.”

Echo’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe Nightwing’s audacity. But she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t justified from all she’d seen already. Normally, she’d hate giving into a cocky bastard like this, but something about how he turned her on and teased her with a lilt in his voice made Echo feel like they were in a joke together.

The boy must absolutely slay women when he wasn’t in a costume, she thought. But then, it was only in a costume that he could get to women like her. Dirty girls…

“Then again,” Dick said, striking a commiserating tone. “It can’t be that bad.”

He pressed them together. Echo saw Query’s lips parting; she stuck her own tongue out, giving Query the kiss Nightwing wanted her to. His confident hands traced down their spines and squeezed their asses. Warm, soft, giving. Rough, on skin so often untouched it was sensitive.

When he reached underneath Query’s buttocks to swipe a finger along her pantied slit, she broke from Echo with a gasp. A sweet, stinging paroxysm of desire for both women; Echo felt herself come a little, looking at the ecstatic expression Query wore.

“I’m going to make you both come,” Dick whispered in Echo’s ear. “You’re going to thank me for playing with you…” He turned to Query, knowing she had overheard. “Beg me to be my toy again. I play nice, don’t I? I take good care of my toys… I don’t call them cock-sleeves… cum-dumpsters.” His voice dipped again, to a register the women had to strain to hear. “Even if they are.”

Query moaned. Dick looked her in the eye. She could barely return his gaze, she was so overcome—eyes hooded and glazed. “Play with my balls,” he told her. “Feel how much cum they have for you.”

Query had to stop herself from mumbling a thanks as she obeyed. It was happening already. The only thing that stopped her from begging right now was that there was nothing to beg for—he was already giving her all she wanted.

I’m going to make you both come. The words echoed in her mind, as constant as a massage on her seeking nerves. It made it impossible for her lust to cool down. She wondered if she’d ever forget the way he’d seared himself into her memory.

Query reached along his thighs, feeling his quads bristling with power. Then she was between them, down at his balls. She cupped them, holding them gently in her warm palm. Her fingers curled, feathering their tips along the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Dick stood legs akimbo to give her access. Still fondling Echo, mouthing her bared neck, he lavished praise on Query like warm honey.

“Very good. I’ll make you feel nice for that. I’ll make you come. Tell you what a good girl you are, so you know you’re being rewarded… yes… my good girl. Echo, you run your hand down the shaft. Touch what you’re going to have inside you.”

Echo moaned like it was her own erogenous zone she touched, stroking Dick’s cock as it got even harder. Dick returned the favor, his fingers rolling over the crotch of her panties, brushing up and down along the mound of her sex. As he petted Echo, the pale satin she wore darkened with how lustful he made her.

Query looked at Echo, but the brunette only had eyes for Dick. Query wanted to know if her friend felt the way she did—that despite Nightwing being theirs to fondle and stroke however they wished, that somehow they were enthralled to him. Only ever capable of doing what he found pleasing.

“Get on your back,” Dick told Echo, taking his hand from her sex and moving it to her head. She felt the wetness on her scalp as he pressured her downward. “Lie on your back and open your legs.”

Echo did as he told her to, feeling her passion mounting; it was even better for him to order her around than it was to touch and caress that delicious body. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wide, feet up in the air, an upper-case V.

Dick’s hands on her calves, petting the creamy skin, fondling the sculpted muscle, making forbidden excitement tingle in her and roll down her upended body, as if by gravity, until her need pooled in her cunt and she would’ve sold her soul for it to be answered.

“Very nice,” Dick cooed in praise, grinning at how Echo’s legs trembled in the air—each little kick like she was begging him to get between them and really open them up. “Hold that pose. And Query, why don’t you show me what you have for me? Those luscious tits of yours? You want me to see them, don’t you? Touch them…?”

Query could only nod, spellbound. As good as it felt to have him touching her, it was even better when he lavished her with praise—the promise of sultry reward in her imminent future. Eddie played with her breasts and fingered her, but he’d never seen her naked. She was thrilled at the thought of showing her body to this man and letting him have it. It felt like he’d truly supplanted the Riddler in her life, and given her what he never could.

“And don’t forget Echo,” Dick teased her, his eyes sparkling with amusement that the other woman remained in the subservient position he’d ordered her into, awaiting his pleasure—and her own. “You want to show her your breasts too, don’t you?”

Closing his fist around his member, he tantalizingly pumped his length, as though daring Query to excite him enough for him to truly jerk it. She wanted to excite him. She wanted to excite Echo too. Then they could do things together—things that would really get Nightwing horny!

An addictive and submissive personality, Query naturally gravitated to the authority and charm Dick offered. It was a combination that usually would’ve gotten her in trouble with an exploiter or abuser, especially in Gotham. She was fortunate that Dick wanted nothing of the sort—only to make her happy enough that she stayed out of trouble.

It would save the state the cost of incarcerating her and still be far more effective at crime prevention. Batman might not’ve approved, but Diana would’ve loved the idea. Especially with Query looking the way she did.

Seductively, Query peeled off her shirt. She didn’t wear a bra. She didn’t need one. Even when she cupped her ripe young breasts with her hands and lifted them up in offering, she only moved them an inch from where they naturally lay.

Dick was pleasantly surprised. Query’s breasts were bigger than he’d supposed. She had large pink nipples; he imagined their bubble gum texture would look amazing wet, after someone licked them.

Dick’s erection jerked in his hand, as if trying to shake it loose so he would reach out and touch Query instead.

“Do you want to stop there?” Dick asked, smug with the awareness that Query wasn’t satisfied. That she wanted the satisfaction only he could give her.

Query shuddered with delight. She could tell he was pleased with her body. There was no need to reply with words. She felt his encouragement in the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes. But she liked having him… tell her.

“I’d like to show you my pussy,” she breathed, her voice shaky with excitement. “Is it okay if I take off my pants for you?”