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Batman: Trials of the Amazons - 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 13:57:14 +0000 UTCAN: About 700 words added onto the end - 5/21/25.
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It was an odd feeling, sitting in the passenger seat.
Sure, Bruce Wayne had ridden in jets before, but those had been commercial flights - first class luxury in the sky. The Batman was supposed to be a pilot.
He couldn’t complain, though. The invisible jet was Wonder Woman’s ride. Her plane, her rules, her cockpit. For now, he’d just have to settle for watching the clouds drift by.
Bruce had to hand it to Diana, though - her jet was much roomier than the Batwing. Comfier, too. The benefits of a woman’s touch, perhaps? There was plenty of space behind the cockpit, enough to fit a restroom, a small kitchen, seats and a table, and an open area between them for an Amazon to stretch her legs.
That’s where Bruce was now, sitting by the window, facing a half-finished bottle of spring water. Thinking. Thinking.
…Until he heard a high tone ring through the cabin. A moment later, Diana appeared from the cockpit.
Dressed in civilian garb like him, the Amazonian princess still cut a stunning figure. Hip-hugging jeans and a snug blue tee - all taken from the assortment she’d left in his closet. Her attire wasn’t quite as eye-catching as her golden eagle bustier, but Diana could put supermodels to shame in nothing but a potato sack.
The statuesque beauty eased into the seat across from him, offering a pleased smile.
“Straight shot to Themyscira from here on out. Auto pilot can handle the rest of the way.” She told him.
“Are they expecting us?” Bruce asked.
“They’re expecting you, yes.” Amusement shone faintly on Diana’s face. “They’re not going to greet you at spearpoint if that’s what you’re asking. You don’t need to worry.”
“I’m not. I was just thinking about my last visit. If you recall, my presence caused some tension.”
“The last time you visited, you helped save my home from Aresia’s attempted coup. My mother, the queen, remembers that. You’ll be fine.”
“Hm.” Bruce gave a short nod. He was placated for now. That didn’t mean he had to let his guard down. Curiosity flared up a moment later. “Aresia. Is she still locked up?”
“Rehabilitated, actually.” Diana admitted with a sigh. She crossed one leg over the other. Bruce couldn’t help but notice the valiant effort of the denim fabric. Diana went on. “Aresia was made to see the error of her ways. Through deep meditation and positive reinforcement, she was able to let go of her anger and fear. Now she’s one of Themyscira’s most loyal Amazons. Still might be wary of men, though.”
“Not surprising. It’s hard to overcome that kind of ingrained distrust.”
“You say this from experience?” Diana barbed, smirking.
Bruce allowed a dry chuckle. He rubbed at his stubble-covered jaw. Then he threw Diana a wry look.
“So… ‘positive reinforcement’, huh?”
Diana kept up her veneer of regal grace… for the most part.
“Amazons can be very persuasive.” She countered.
But you already knew that, her eyes finished for her.
There was affection in her look. Devilish just beneath, too. Swirling in the far back of her eyes.
Bruce kept up his mask, same as Diana. His was calm, stoic, stony. All part of their game. Who would go mask-off first?
It wouldn’t be Bruce. Not this time.
“It’ll be good to see Donna again. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? A year since she took a break from the Titans.” Bruce watched Diana closely, noting the faint shift in her expression. “Did she ever say why she went back?”
“Dick didn’t tell you?” Diana’s brow was knitted with curiosity.
“He was hardly speaking to me at the time.”
Diana made a face - like she knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. Bruce chose to let that slide.
“I’m not the type to gossip. Donna and Dick became close. Then they became distant. That’s as much as she was willing to tell me.”
Bruce stifled a grimace. A year ago Wonder Girl stepped back from the superhero world… right around the time when Dick and Barbara were patching things up. Bruce would never throw blame around when he didn’t have all the facts. But still… It wasn't a good look.
“How was she doing the last you saw her?”
“Good.” Diana looked proud then. “Themyscira invigorates. And it did Donna good to spend time with her sister Amazons. She’s grown into a fine young woman. Strong. Proud. Graceful. I think she’ll be happy to see you.”
Bruce cocked a brow.
“Really?”
“Of course. She doesn’t blame you, Bruce. In fact, I’d say she’s been looking forward to your visit.” Diana wore a faint smile. A knowing smile. Knowing what, Bruce had no idea. Diana’s face was unreadable otherwise.
“Huh. I look forward to catching up, then.”
The next few moments were dominated by a heavy silence. Bruce watched Diana. Diana watched Bruce. Neither yielding. The game was still on.
A mile up in the air. A mortal man sealed in a metal tube with a passionate, vigorous Amazonian princess. He didn’t mind those odds one bit. A delightful paradox - stacked both against his favor… and completely for it.
Bruce chewed on his tongue, mulling over his words for another moment.
“So… your mother, Queen Hippolyta-”
Diana rolled her eyes and let out a groan. She set a hand gently, pointedly on Bruce’s knee.
“Bruce.” Her voice was bold, firm, but held an edge. “It’s going to be hours before we land. I don’t want to spend all that time talking. Do you?”
Bruce couldn’t help but watch her lips as she spoke. They looked so full and soft, so alluring in their movement as they sounded out each word. What truly caught his attention was the hand on his knee sliding up his pant leg. Slowly, slowly, that warm touch traveled up to his thigh. All the while, her blue eyes were locked with his, burning with want.
Bruce grinned. This round went to him.
“No.” He finally answered. “Not at all.”
“Good.” Diana’s lips wound into a smile. “Now that we’re on the same page…”
Her hand crept up further, pressing into his groin now. Her fingers squeezed at the shape there against his thigh. A solid bar stretching out the fabric of his dark slacks.
Bruce’s cock came alive at Diana’s touch, lurching, twitching in his pants. It wanted out. From the way Diana started upon his belt and fly, it was like she could tell. As if his cock was calling to her.
It wasn’t long before his pants were bunched down at his knees and Diana was kneeling on the floor. The cock was free, reaching out into open air. Inches and inches of swollen meat, drooping slightly under its own weight.
Diana was fixated, her focus sharp and scorching as she took him in both hands. She was murmuring under her breath, words no one else could hear.
Bruce groaned quietly, sinking into his seat as Diana’s velvet touch carried up and down his length. Long, languid strokes from root to the very edge of the crown. She was squeezing, stroking, pumping… until a bead of glossy fluid welled up at the slit.
Diana cooed at the sight. She brought her lips up close. Less than an inch between mouth and cock.
Bruce swelled, jerked in her hands, yearning for that touch. Another groan from him had the Amazon leering sinfully.
“Look at you… Already spilling for me…” She mused in a low, smoky voice.
Both of her hands were at the base, holding his cock steady. The head, dribbling precum, twitched right at her mouth. Diana let out a needy little moan… then her tongue followed. The wet muscle came gliding out over the slit. Gathering up the trickling fluid.
Bruce gripped the armrests of his seat. One lash of the tongue. Two. Three. More. The agile thing twisted, coiled around the cockhead, teasing, tasting, torturing. All that cock, all that cum, it all belonged to her.
The Princess dipped her head down, taking the head and some inches into her mouth. She moaned as she did. The vibrations carried bliss and heat down his shaft, all the way down to the stones. But the rush of feeling didn’t stop there. Diana hollowed her cheeks, started bobbing her head. Started sucking him.
“God…” The air flew from Bruce’s lungs. Rushed back a moment later. Perfect heat enveloped his manhood, drenching him, drowning him.
The man cast his gaze down, absorbing the vision of Wonder Woman polishing his rod. Her mouth was halfway down the shaft already and set on taking more. A dark part of his soul was very thoroughly pleased.
Diana bobbed her head in short, quick sucks. Raven tresses bounced about her shoulders as she did. Another entrancing sight. Bruce’s blood was fire in his veins. He took a handful of those dark locks and helped his Amazon along. Guiding her down, then up, then down, then up.
Not that she needed the help.
Her blue eyes were fervent, almost crazed with hunger. She never broke from Bruce’s gaze even as she fucked her mouth on his cock. And the sounds…
Obscene, wet noises. Gurgling, gagging, choking. Lurid notes that had Bruce’s chest swelling with primal, savage pride. And sweet moans were threaded through them all.
It was a few more wonderful, agonizing moments of throating before Diana finally relented. She drew back up and nearly a foot of swollen, glistening cock came sliding from her open mouth. It landed on Bruce’s thigh with a wet SLAP. The Amazon sucked in ragged breaths.
Diana’s face was flushed pink, drool smeared all over her lips and chin. Her hair was wild and messy, her eyes watery and clouded. Yet desire shined clear through the haze. She was not finished with him.
“Fuck…” She rasped, leaning in so the bulbous cockhead rested against her lips. “You have to be part satyr.”
“Maybe I’m just blessed by the gods.” Bruce managed a smirk.
Diana let out a hum, amused.
“Maybe. You wouldn’t be the first mortal to receive their favor.”
Her tongue snaked out again, circling the throbbing head, lavishing it with slow affection. The saliva rolled off her tongue, drenching him in another coating. It dribbled down his length like warm honey. Another round of sucks followed, Diana whipping her head up and down, up and down. Pleasure ran Bruce through like a white hot lance.
When the Amazon came up for air again, her eyes had grown even more heated.
“...Though, if Aphrodite wants to make you her new champion, she’ll have to get in line.” She breathed out. Her breath was hot, ghosting over his drenched cock.
“You don’t like to share?”
“Amazons like to share just fine. I just know that if any of the goddesses get a taste of you, I’ll never get you back.”
“That good, huh?”
It would have been unbecoming to look so pleased as Bruce felt. He kept a lid on it. A small smile. Only a little smug.
“That good.” Diana affirmed with a fiery look. She pressed a kiss to the tip. This one was lingering. A deep, loving smooch. She broke it with a loud, bawdy “Mwah!”
A string of saliva bridged the gap between her lips and his prick. Then it snapped, sticking to her chin. Filthy and lovely in equal measure. Between his legs, Bruce swelled fatter and harder. As hard as he’d ever felt. Like his cock was ready to burst.
Diana worked her hands over his shaft again, faster, firmer strokes this time. It was heaven. And it was agony. Bruce could only sit there and endure. His balls were heavy and bloated and aching. Diana reached down and cupped them in her palm, massaging the bulbs, but not even her touch could soothe the churning, boiling seed held within.
“You’re torturing me.” Bruce groaned. He threaded his fingers through Diana’s long, shimmering hair, but the Princess did not relent. No respite for the blessed mortal. She popped him into her mouth for another bout of sublime sucking. One suck. Two. Three. And more. Until he was an inch away from eruption and cursing through his teeth.
The sound of Diana’s giggling signaled a short mercy - if it could even be called that. His cock twitched madly, yearning for the sweetness of her mouth again.
Splendid, agonizing torture.
“You’d better get used to it.” Diana’s face was bright with wicked glee. A stunning vision of beauty… with his long, fat cock pressed right up against her full, pillowy lips. “We’ve got nothing but time.”
With glee swirling in her eyes, Diana mouthed his cock again. Silky soft lips carried heat down the length of his shaft. Bruce melted into his seat, letting the bliss of Amazonian tongue lash over him.
From then on, he was just along for the ride. Bruce gripped the armrests as Diana sucked him into a daze. It wasn’t just her lips going to work - both of her hands took hold of his shaft, drifting up and down in quick, skillful strokes. Twisting her wrists, she drew her fingers around him, milking more and more precum into her hungry mouth.
Up, down, up, down, she bobbed her head in his lap. Slurping, sucking, choking. The sounds rising in the cabin were sloppy and wet and wonderfully filthy. Diana was moaning around him now, delighting in his flavor. Her reward was trickling ever so gradually onto her twirling tongue.
Bruce could only breathe, slow and steady. Pleasure raged through his guts, white hot and aching splendidly. It was as if his very essence was draining into Diana’s sucking mouth.
He had trained his body to the peak of human endurance. But he was only a man… and this woman on her knees was an Amazon. If she wanted his cum, she was going to have his cum.
Determination and hunger was written clear across her regal beauty. She dipped her head down, taking his length damn near to the root.
His fattened crown touched the back of her throat. Bruce groaned… and Diana’s body reacted, trying to gulp him down. It was heavenly.
That was it for him. The tightness in his gut blossomed into ecstasy, the heat spreading through his loins like wildfire. Blinded by sheer, perfect feeling, Bruce erupted into Diana’s gullet.
His cock pulsed, swelling just so as hot, frothing seed shot down his length, splashing across the inside of the Amazon’s mouth. Over and over, the man spilled and spilled and spilled, each offering feeling like bliss.
Diana took it all with glee, humming so happily as all that thick, sticky seed sloshed onto her tongue. The only thing better than the sight of her lips wrapped around him was the joy he could see in her eyes.
Satisfaction settled into Bruce’s bones. Every shot of cum into Diana’s sucking mouth had him feeling even more spent - but he still had enough strength to set a hand on her bobbing head. He stroked her hair gently. A small gesture of affection while he tried to find his voice again.
Diana continued humming around the thick rod between her lips. The vibrations tortured him so deliciously, even as she pulled away.
The Princess of the Amazons sat back on her heels, her gaze never wavering from his. She looked Bruce right in the eye as she held her mouth open, showing off all the cum he’d spilled. So thick and deep was the pool that he couldn’t even see the woman’s tongue.
Then, with that same wicked glee in her eyes, she closed her lips, threw her head back, and swallowed the whole load down. The vision of her flexing throat burned into Bruce’s brain with crystal clarity.
Bruce didn’t move, didn’t say anything. He only looked on in wonder. It was hard not to believe in the divine when a woman like Diana was there, looking at him with love in the eyes.
The Amazons snickered, no doubt amused by the look on his face. She dipped back down to his groin, nuzzling at his wilting cock with faint brushes of her pillow-soft lips.
She kissed the shaft, then the edge of the crown, then the still-leaking tip. Bruce’s prick stirred with each affectionate touch, beginning to harden again. Every nerve, already overcharged from bliss, thrummed to life. The whole length of him ached.
Bruce took in a shaky breath. It was hard to say if he was lucky or damned. He braced himself all the same.
The flight was still hours away from Themyscira. And Wonder Woman was not finished with him yet.
