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Those Long Gotham Nights
🕑 Added 2020-05-14 02:59:59 +0000 UTCDiana walked through the streets of Gotham, her chic but unpretentious outfit of London Fog trenchcoat, funnel neck blouse, and Ralph Lauren silk skirt making a show of protecting her from the winter cold, even though it would have to be near absolute zero to have a deleterious effect on her.
Despite all that had happened in her short time with the Justice League, she still felt like a stranger to Man’s World—only knowing the place by its disasters, not able to truly argue against her mother’s position that it was all barbarism and deceit. She wanted to know her new home, and she was through sugarcoating it by seeing Man’s World through the eyes of the other Justice Leaguers.
They were her friends, but by virtue of being heroes, they saw the world through the best of all possible lens. She could not be so rosy in her view; it was dishonest. So she went to Gotham.
Everyone saw it—they even joked about it—the place was a hellhole. Yet, Bruce spent almost every waking moment working towards its defense. To hold such a noble soul, to inspire such fervor, there had to be redeeming qualities. Diana looked for them, not just the squalor.
It was loud. That was the first thing anyone would notice. Loud on purpose, raised voices, shrieking car horns, the sounds of industry echoing from far-off factories. Like people were afraid that if they didn’t make noise, they might cease to exist.
There was a restlessness too. People in constant motion, like something might get them if they slowed down or stopped. Pausing conveyed a curious intimacy, at the newsstands, the food trucks, the bus stops—the vulnerability sparked an uneasy warmth. It spoiled with suspicion at times. People getting up and walking off rather than sharing space with a stranger. But sometimes, they seemed to take strength in numbers.
And then there was Diana herself. She felt eyes on her, which she was well used to, but not quite how they looked at her. The number of predatory looks she received, before the stare she returned convinced them to go after softer prey, proved the need for a Batman. But there was also a fear of her. She wondered if, in their paranoia, they stuffed demons into the skin of the most innocuous things or if they were so perceptive in their fear that they saw the threat she posed underneath her beauty.
Her phone buzzed. Diana was surprised. She wasn’t enamored with the thing and few people had her number. She checked it. Princess Audrey of Kaznia was calling her.
A warm tingle went through Diana, thinking of her friend. Despite their royal status, the two had little in common—Diana a warrior, a champion, while Audrey was more than a little spoiled, a rich girl who saw her duties as an inconvenience, an obstacle in the way of the parties she wished to go to and the dances she wished to do.
Nonetheless, Audrey was fun. There was a core of goodness in her that assuaged Diana’s guilt at participating in her irresponsible self-indulgence. She answered the phone.
“Audrey? Long time no see.”
“Who’s fault is that?” Audrey’s slightly accented voice asked. “I hear you are in Gotham, yet you haven’t come to see me?”
“You’re here too?” Diana asked. “Wait, how did you know I was here?”
“TMZ, darling. Not that there’s a gossip rag in the world that doesn’t have you. You don’t exactly blend into the crowd, my giantess.”
Diana’s brow furrowed. She tried to practice openness and honesty in her daily life, but perhaps there was something to be said for wearing a mask—or at least a pair of glasses. She moved on. “And you’re in Gotham as well?”
“Yes, my dear, some family business. But I can of course make time for you.” Then Audrey pouted so hard Diana could practically hear it over the phone. “Do you mean to tell me, though, that you don’t keep track of where I am? I’m hurt. You’re a horrible bodyguard.”
“But a good confidante. What’s new with you?”
Audrey laughed. “You mean who have I been fucking lately?”
Diana giggled as well. She sat down on a bench to luxuriate in the call. The Amazons didn’t have the sexual taboos that many in Man’s World did, but Audrey had a way of describing her liaisons that made them sound naughty enough to make up for it. “Tell me about it. Make me blush.”
“His name is Bill and he’s only interested in my ass.”
“You’re kidding!” Diana cried.
“Come up and see me; I’ll show you the bag of ice I’m sitting on to prove it. I saw him three days ago in Greece, appropriately enough. I sent my bodyguards out to make sure no one had planted a bomb anywhere, so we go to my bedroom and stripped. Next thing you know, he’s halfway up my ass and the phone rings.”
“Did you answer it?” Diana asked ruefully.
“Of course. My cell phone is my best friend. I can’t just neglect it. It was daddy. He wanted to know why I wasn’t at some coronation or another. Bill was still fucking me in the ass and daddy was still yelling and I started to come. It was a wonder Bill didn’t lose his stiffie—maybe I have more sex appeal than I thought. Finally, I tell daddy that I’ll go personally to the royal court of so-and-so to make amends and Bill finally comes and I tell you, there’s nothing like knowing you’re sitting on a quart of hot cum for the rest of the day.”
“You’re the expert,” Diana laughed. “Have you seen him again or has he taken issue with your phone etiquette?”
“I haven’t seen him lately, but my ass was getting sore anyway. And I’ve started seeing someone else. Someone I think may be worthy to create a new heir for Kaznia.”
Diana’s eyebrows shot up. “Really.” After how Audrey’s wedding to Vandal Savage had went, Diana thought Audrey would have backed off from long-term commitments for a while… And there wasn’t much more long-term than conceiving an heir. But maybe Audrey’s sex drive had gotten to the point where it would worry people if she didn’t have an heir, with all her running around.
“I’ll tell you all about it later. You’ll have to torture it out of me. Really make me squeal.”
Diana smirked. “You wouldn’t happen to be entertaining Bill while I’m talking to you, would you Audrey? You sound funny…”
“Oh no, I’m handling that myself. Just a little something to take the edge off.”
“How little is a little?”
“Two fingers. Not anywhere too naughty.”
Diana felt her cheeks burn. It was scandalous. It was sumptuous. “How’d you like my tongue instead?”
“Come here. Come here and make me happy.”
“What’s the hotel?”
***
Princess Audrey was, without question, beautiful. Not in the same way as Diana, but still beautiful. Soft lines flowed smoothly from her pretty features to her sleek body, without an ounce of fat out of place to spoil the effect. But she didn’t have the striking, chiseled features that demanded attention as Diana’s did. Perhaps that was why Audrey was so outspoken. Her personality had to make up for whatever charms she felt were lacking.
The two embraced, kissed, then Diana sprawled out on the sofa, eying the bag of ice that sat next to her. “I’ve missed you,” she said, diplomatically taking her eyes off it.
“Of course. You haven’t gotten nearly enough of me to sate that Amazon appetite.” Audrey sat down on Diana’s lap, in her arms. They kissed, their bodies melting together. The old magic tingled inside both of them. Audrey sighed as her mouth pulled at Diana’s lower lip. “You just hit the spot, Diana.”
“It’s some spot,” Diana quipped.
“Yours isn’t bad either.”
“You know how to touch it.”
Audrey grinned. “Much as I love clothes, I think it’s time we do without them. Did you know that my new lover never gets undressed? He does it right through his fly.”
“Then he’d better have a good fashion sense.”
They went upstairs to the suite’s master bedroom and undressed. Audrey was delighted to see that Diana didn’t wear anything underneath her outerwear. She went as naked under her clothes as she would under a toga, or a towel.
As usual, they took turns being dominant, submissive. Today, Audrey was feeling aggressive, flush with the victory of finding a suitable father for her future child. Diana understood and was bemused, both by little Audrey’s topping and how she herself went along with it—finding satisfaction in bottoming for the princess that many Amazons would envy.
“Take me, Audrey. I’m yours,” Diana breathed, opening her arms limply to either side.
“Of course you are. I want you and a princess always gets what she wants. Let me have those gorgeous breasts,” Audrey husked, her lips already nearing one of Diana’s dark nipples.
“Mmmm—suck my tits like that and I may not make you take it up the ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Audrey pouted.
“Why not? I hear it’s all the rage…”
Whether she believed Diana’s goading or not, Audrey moved her mouth passionately between Diana’s breasts as the Amazon toyed with Audrey’s hair and muttered sweet filthiness to her. Audrey’s hands were as enamored with Diana as the rest of her. They ran all over Diana’s lush hips and between her velvety thighs until arriving at her clit.
“You always want to get to the bang as soon as possible, don’t you?” Diana smiled.
“I’m here to enjoy your company,” Audrey mumbled, her lips locked around Diana’s nipple. “And you’re never better company than when you’re coming.”
Diana opened her legs, spreading her cunt to Audrey’s probing fingers. “Please,” she cooed, “I really need it.”
“Why?” Audrey teased. “Don’t you have men lining up to date you? Isn’t the Justice League practically your harem?”
“You know I don’t mix business and—and—oh Audrey! Ahh!”
“What about Batman? He’s cuckoo, but he seems like he could keep up with you.”
Diana sighed. She was beginning to regret letting Audrey dominate her. Now Audrey would use sex to drag the good gossip out of her. “It’s complicated.”
“He has a cock, doesn’t he? I know you have a cunt. What could be less complicated than that?”
“He’s practically celibate. He says he needs to focus on his work.”
“Oh God.”
“Who cares about that?” Diana asked, putting her hands on the back of Audrey’s head. “I like what you’re doing with your tongue. Don’t ask questions—use your tongue.”
“Maybe you wish Batman would do this to you, hmm?” Audrey asked mercilessly, fingers at work between Diana’s muscular thighs.
“Hera, Audrey, your fingers! They’re so deep inside me… merciful Aphrodite, I’d half think they’re in my belly!”
Audrey added her thumb to the mix, massaging Diana’s clit while she fingered her. Diana’s invincible, all-powerful body jerked and throbbed in rhythm with Audrey’s little thumb.
“Harder!” Diana moaned, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed.
Audrey rubbed her clit harder, torn between thinking that of course the superheroic Amazon could take it and thinking smugly that even Wonder Woman couldn’t take too much of her clit stimulation. “You’re adorable. My big strong Amazon…”
“Eat me, Audrey! You know you like how I taste!”
“Mmm, I do, but not yet. I want to give my fingers some more exercise.”
Diana groaned. “You’re insufferable.”
“You love it. You fucking gush for it.”
Audrey took her hand away and flicked her fingers at Diana, spraying droplets of Diana’s own juices into her face, then she lay on her belly between Diana’s legs, throwing each perfect length of toned flesh over her shoulders. She hovered over Diana’s thatch, which she’d actually shaved into a W for how Wonderful she was, and kissed the glossy wet pubic hair while she played her fingers into Diana’s folds.
As they lulled from one orgasm to another, they talked animatedly. Audrey enjoyed trying to distract Diana from her usual impassioned rhetoric with all sorts of fun tricks. She dipped her tongue into Diana’s perfect jewel of a navel. She traced different symbols along Diana’s slit. Diana moaned and wiggled her hips as she was tongued, though she tried to crowd her words around the exhortations of pleasure.
But Audrey really did like hearing what Diana had to say. She licked her tongues in circles around Diana’s belly button while listening to her talk. But as much as she liked the sound of Diana’s voice, she could only go so long with Diana’s pussy right there and her tongue not plunging into it—Diana’s clit stingingly erect but not being sucked between her lips.
She felt out Diana’s generous breasts, while Diana played with her blonde hair like it was finely spun gold.
“His cock is about average,” Audrey said, having moved on to describing her potential mate, “but he absolutely knows what to do with it.”
“Wait,” Diana said, “is this the one who liked to take pictures?”
“No, with him I always covered my face—you know how circumspect I am. With him, I wouldn’t bother. Probably wouldn’t even think about it.”
“It’d be quite something to see how you look in ecstasy, speaking as someone who knows.”
“You’re not half-bad yourself. How about you show me a little ecstasy now?”
“Ahh—go a little lower and I will!” Diana gasped.
Audrey smirked. “You’re just gagging for me to eat you.”
“I know how much you’ll enjoy it,” Diana retorted. “I only want for you to be happy, Audrey.”
“I’ll bet!” Audrey quipped, Diana’s thighs over her shoulders. She could see Diana’s hungry cunt flexing. With her own groan of hunger, she lowered her face to Diana’s pussy.
“Finally!” Diana moaned, spiking her ass off the bed.
Audrey fluttered her tongue on the hood of Diana’s clit. Diana pumped her hips jaggedly, trying to get a firmer contact against Audrey’s mouth, but Audrey ducked her head away, moving it so that the tip of her tongue was now at the opening of Diana’s cunt.
“Fuck me with your tongue!” Diana groaned.
“Stop squirming and I will…” Audrey pushed Diana’s ass down to the mattress, enjoying being able to push the big tough Amazon around, and then fed her tongue into Diana’s sex.
“Yes… yes… wonderful…”
Audrey slurped her tongue out of Diana’s pussy, moving it down below her slit and darting it into the beginnings of Diana’s buttocks, the valley leading to her anus.
“Oh, you wicked thing!” Diana cooed with a giggle.
Audrey moved faster, licking from between Diana’s buttocks to her throbbing labia, all the way to her clit. A sharply pointed lick at that little button sent Diana rigid, made her cry out in desperate need.
Audrey saw her friend was close to climax. She recognized all the signs. The reddened flesh on Diana’s chest, the glazed eyes, the wild smile on her usually composed face. Yes, Audrey didn’t have long to wait for the delicious taste of Diana’s nectar to be filling her mouth.
And then, once Diana had caught her breath, it would be Audrey’s turn. And as much as she rued giving up the top bunk in their little dance, she couldn’t wait to feel Diana’s expert cunnilingus in action.
For now, she concentrated on bringing Diana to a mind-blowing climax, knowing the Amazon would be very good about returning the favor. She thrust two fingers into Diana’s sex as her tongue circled around Diana’s clit. Diana’s pussy clenched around her fingers and refused to let them go.
Audrey curled and stroked them inside of Diana’s sex, in a little dance with how her folds flexed and quivered. Then she wrapped her lips around Diana’s clit and sucked hard. Diana’s cunt throbbed and went liquid around her fingers, Diana’s face crimson, sweat breaking out all over her perfect body. It was even more perfect messy.
“Fuuck!” Diana groaned, grabbing Audrey’s hand at the wrist and shoved her hips forward, fucking herself on Audrey’s fingers, grunting and shuddering as ecstasy engulfed her. Audrey laughed; Diana was nearly breaking her wrist, but they both burned with life.
Then, it was over. Diana lost her grip on Audrey’s forearm and lay still, her body a puddle just like the juices she’d spilled on the bedspread.
Audrey couldn’t resist whisking her tongue into the pool of Diana’s cream she’d leaked. Then she licked it from Diana’s inner thighs, cleaned it from her sodden pussy, liking the feel and warmth of Diana’s flesh much better than the taste of her wetness alone.
But she didn’t go all the way, didn’t start eating out Diana all over again. Audrey lifted her head and looked down at Diana in her hazy afterglow, so pure, so peaceful, her eyes closed like Sleeping Beauty. Diana could enjoy herself, be content, be present in a way Audrey envied. Where Audrey would’ve been begging for more, Diana happily luxuriated in what she was feeling.
Diana’s blue eyes opened, almost sparkling as they met Audrey’s. The two shared a laugh and Audrey went into Diana’s embrace, the two of them rolling around on the mattress like two baby animals at play.
“How was the meal?” Diana asked.
“My compliments to the chef.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll give you my compliments too.”
“Take your time. You’re the one thing in this life worth waiting for.”
“Or maybe you’re just not ready,” Diana teased.
They kissed, not urgently, but slowly and gently, replacing ineffectual words with the feel of another’s body. Gradually, Diana took control. She became the one kissing Audrey, Audrey the one receiving, until Diana was on top of her, kissing down the graceful bow of her collarbone, resting her chin on the first curve of Audrey’s cleavage.
“I don’t know if you’re ready now,” Diana whispered, “but I am.”
Audrey breathed rapidly, Diana’s sultry, husky words filtering right down to her core. She panted as her legs were spread, her thighs were kissed… Diana’s lips brushed against the hairs of her pussy, the wet mons underneath.
Audrey took a deep breath, loving it, loving each knowing little kiss that touched her tender cunt. Only Diana knew all the secret places where lived each and every pleasure she was capable of.
Diana’s tongue licked through her folds and Audrey gasped, rolling her head from side to side. She wasn’t ready, but she was in need. All it would take was a few moments of Diana’s tongue on her clitoris. She was almost there, she needed it so fucking much—
“Oh God, do it!” she cried.
She reached down with both hands to grab Diana’s luscious hair. Diana’s tongue made an oblique curve around Audrey’s clit, stroking it out of its hood, overwhelming the princess with rapture, but not bringing her to orgasm. She just ended up needing it so much more.
“Darling, you’re trembling,” Diana cooed. “Oh, you’re almost there, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Please!” Audrey thrashed her hair from the left to the right; it whipped across her own face. “Get me off, Diana! Ohh, please, please!”
Diana smirked and then pursed her lips, breathing a stream of cool air directly into Audrey’s clit.
“God yes!” Audrey tore at the sheets, slammed her head back on her pillow as the climax crashed through her. Diana kept up a steady, insistent little gust, keeping Audrey’s clit throbbing and strumming, Audrey’s orgasm like an adrenaline high that never ended.
Then Diana’s lungs were empty. She pressed her lips together, nostrils flaring as she breathed in the very scent of Audrey’s pleasure. Audrey shook less and less, but never seemed to entirely stop. Diana rolled her over onto her belly and kissed the pert curve of her buttocks.
Audrey giggled shakily. “I need another one,” she gasped. “Please, Diana, please—I don’t enjoy it like you do—“
“You mean you don’t appreciate it like I do. Do you know how many women would die happy if Wonder Woman went down on them like that?” Diana teased.
“Please, Diana… you know you want to.”
“You’re right. I do want your pussy again.” Diana kissed the swell of Audrey’s ass again, harder this time, lingering. “But I want your ass even more.”
“Jesus… did Bill make you jealous?”
“We’re not talking about him now.” Diana used her hands to pry apart Audrey’s buttocks, exposing the grommet of her asshole, puckered like it was waiting for Diana’s kiss. “Mmm…”
“Oh God!” Audrey cried, eyes widening as Diana licked between her buttocks. “I can feel it! I can feel it on my ass!”
“Mmmm.”
Audrey bit down on the tangled sheets as Diana’s tongue entered her ass. She husked and heaved, feeling Diana’s tongue wiggle, touch her, taste her—in what seemed like moments, she was screaming with all of her throat, coming again.
“Oh, Diana…” she sighed, still feeling the exquisite clenches inside her. She hoped they would never go away.
Diana climbed over her, pressing her breasts into Audrey’s back, kissing her neck from behind. “Did you like it?”
“I liked it. I liked it both times.”
“Want more?”
Audrey smiled. “Always.”
Diana kissed her way back down Audrey’s body, nibbling at the exuberant curvature of Audrey’s ass, giving it a little spank before she opened the princess up again.
“Now let’s see how you do with a few fingers.”
When it was all over, Audrey buried herself in the tangled mat of the bedsheets. Her body was so sensitive in the afterglow that she felt every wrinkle they’d made in the sheets. She felt wet all over, not just in her pussy, but everywhere, like Diana’s tongue had touched her all over.
Diana was emotionally exhausted, sympathizing so much with Audrey that she could barely move. She sat on the bed, leaning on her palm stiffly, as if posing. Her body moved with heavy breaths. Her eyes shut and she felt half asleep.
“C’mere,” Audrey said, taking Diana by the hair and pulling her gently down, then covering them both with an askew sheet. “It’s the middle of the day. We have time for a catnap before we go out on the town.”
“You certainly have your schedule down,” Diana teased.
Audrey fluffed the pillow under them before relaxing. “I always leave myself enough time to make time for my friends.”
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