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Marry The Knight update
🕑 Added 2018-07-14 18:47:03 +0000 UTCBruce was on his four hundredth bench press when Selina sauntered into the gym. She was in a state of dishabille he’d never seen her in before. Still wearing her Catwoman uniform, but it was unzipped to the navel and hanging off one shoulder, showing off her purple bra—also unhinged by one shoulder strap. She’d helped herself to his safe and the Wayne family diamonds, with several of them worn around her neck, slung over her arms, or ringed on the fingers of her one ungloved hand. As well, she’d left off her cowl, wearing a tiara on her boyishly tousled hair. Bruce had no idea when he’d bought that.
“Tell me something, Bat,” she said, moving a clawed finger down her throat to her cleavage, taking it off her skin just before it reached the slack cup concealing her left breast. “Now that I’m living here, do I get a say in the interior decorating? Because I figure we either need to ease off on the gothic thing or just go for it.”
Bruce grunted as he did another five-hundred pound rep. “You’re welcome to redecorate. You just have to be the one to explain to Alfred what you messed with when he gets back.”
“Yes, where is your old nanny? I’d have thought half the fun of shacking up with you would’ve been scandalizing him.”
Bruce grunted again as the barbell went up and down. “I think he can live with you cutting your hair short if it means he gets to read bedtime stories again. But this is his first vacation in decades. I’d let him enjoy it.”
“Yeah, I suppose even I’m not cruel enough to see him traumatized by witnessing your honeymoon period.”
Selina walked up to the bench Bruce was on and straddled the tail-end of it, her knees almost against his as he did his reps.
“What about the Batcave?” Selina needled. “Do I get to add a woman’s touch?”
“You can put your costume in the vault,” Bruce grunted. “And add your whip to the armory.”
“What about my gun collection?” Bruce missed a rep. Selina chortled and patted his leg. “Relax. If it weren’t for your charmingly skewed moral compass, I wouldn’t be here. You’ll punch a man’s jaw off, but you won’t point a gun at him. It’s almost sweet in a way.”
“It’s efficient,” Bruce grunted with another rep. “And in the police’s eyes, there’s a big difference between ‘vigilante’ and ‘gun-toting vigilante’.”
“Like the difference between robber and burglar. Oh, Bat—“ Selina leaned down, resting her weight on her arms, which stretched down to Bruce’s knees. Her slightly more supine body gave Bruce an even better look down on her costume. He could see that her nipples were erect, and to the World’s Greatest Detective, there was every indication that she was interested in a different kind of work-out. “Will you still love me when I break into places and wave a crowbar around to get their diamonds?”
“Yes. I’ll just have to punish you.”
“As long as you make it more fun than a stretch at Blackgate, I’m game for any disciplinary action. I’m old-fashioned that way. My husband is lord of the castle and gets to make me behave however he sees fit.” She sunk fingernails and claws into his thighs. “Of course, I get to be naughty first.”
“Selina. Bruce.” Ivy came in drinking from a blender bottle, her enticing body jiggling in work-out shorts and a brief tanktop as she got onto the elliptical machine and started her own exercises. “What? Is three a crowd? Because I haven’t noticed that to be the case since Harley and I moved in.”
Selina smiled almost cattily at her. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never needed any help to satisfy a man.”
“Chalk it up to experience.”
Selina started to hiss when Bruce’s leg jostled hers. “What would you want to do with the Batcave anyway?” he asked, drawing her mind away from Ivy’s bitchiness. “Changes to the crime lab? Reprogram the combat simulator?”
“A sex dungeon,” Selina said. “In one grotto or another. Every time I’m in there, I think how great it would be to go full Dracula. You could even bite me.”
“Really?” Bruce asked her.
“I’ve masturbated a few times in your precious man-cave.” Selina smirked. “It’s amazing.”
“It is something,” Ivy admitted. “I’ll have to get Harley down there sometime.”
Bruce set the barbell on its rack and breathed exhaustedly. “You’ve told her?”
“Not yet, but we tell each other everything—“
“Not this,” Bruce started to say, but Ivy continued over him.
“It’s really hard to get her to stop telling me things.”
“Not this,” Bruce reiterated. “The Joker’s still got a hold on her. I want her in therapy for a long time before she finds out.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “Fine. I don’t want her freaking out and ruining this good thing we’ve got going either.” She smiled. “In a way, it’s like I have Batman all to myself.”
Selina laid down on Bruce’s recumbent body. “When I’m done with him.”
“I think you mean when I’m done with him. I married him first.”
“I saw him first!”
Ivy laughed. “Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten a much better look.”
Selina angrily dragged her sharply tipped fingers over Bruce’s chest, leaving rents in the sleeveless top he worked out in. “Any chance you could go over there and fuck her until she’s all pathetic and begging you to love her?”
Bruce patted Selina’s hip comfortingly. “Would that make you less jealous or more?”
“I’m not jealous!” She rested her chin on his chest. “But you are marrying, what, Talia, Vicki, Paige…”
“Talia considers us already married. From before. She just wants us to renew our vows.”
Selina dropped her chin in exasperation. “That woman is a master class in passive aggression.”
“I’ve also been working on Roxy Rocket. And Diana’s interested.”
“Wonder Woman?” Selina demanded.
“I always wondered why he joined the Justice League,” Ivy said, de-eavesdropping for a moment. “Weird as hell when he went from urban legend to giving press conferences with Superman.”
“It’s going to be a group wedding?” Selina insisted. “Like when you married Harley and Ivy at the same time?”
“I am only so rich.”
“I want to get married first.”
Bruce sighed. “Cat…”
“Not a big church wedding, not a big cake that scrapes the sprinkler system, not a wedding dress with seventy-two diamonds sewn into it… some quickie Vegas thing. You and me and a preacher dressed like Elvis.”
“You’re serious.”
“I know you don’t give a shit about the spectacle anymore than I do. So let Vicki fucking Vale get the party. I just want to know that I had you first.”
Ivy cleared her throat. Selina shot her a death glare.
“And that you meant it.”
They kissed. Selina had no doubt that he meant it.
“If you need a witness,” Ivy said, “please grab someone else.”
Bruce got up from the bench, hoisting Selina in his arms as if she weighted no more than a feather—which, in comparison to the barbell, she did. “I have something else in mind for you.” Reaching into his pocket, he came up with a folded piece of paper, and he carried Selina over to drop the note in Ivy’s lap. “Modifications to the Clocktower. Botanical. Would you mind?”
Ivy scanned the note. “It shouldn’t pose a problem. But I suppose I’m obligated to ask what’s in it for me?”
Bruce took the tiara off Selina’s head and planted it on Ivy’s.
“Alright. But see that you save the rain forest too.”
“And don’t forget to fuck me in the Batcave,” Selina said, mock-hectoring. “I want to come with that swarm of bats flapping around us.”
“God, you too?” Ivy asked. “It must be a fetish.”
None of them noticed Nyssa al Ghul outside the gym. Listening.
***
It was noon now, with one morning exercise of Bruce’s concluding and another starting up, but Harley was still asleep, having stayed up until 4 AM. Ivy had long since given up on trying to impose a rational sleeping cycle on her, and she doubted even Bruce could fuck her to sleep every night at a reasonable hour.
But today, quite the opposite was happening…
Harley awoke with a start, thinking she was still dreaming as her body was covered by another, hot and sweating. She thought it was Bruce for a moment, before realizing that the hunching, groaning body atop her own couldn’t be his. She could feel big, pillowy breasts crushed against her own, her cunt being massaged by another heated pussy as a woman’s voice groaned above her.
Harley struggled against the mounting sexual tension being aroused in her, trying to get out something in gasps and moans, and finally she managed to speak. “Ivy?”
“Not quite,” the body answered. “Just someone who’s as hot as you are… yes, it doesn’t matter… just enjoy it… lift your ass a little so I can fuck your clit…”
It wasn’t Ivy—her voice was too low, too harsh. But she knew what she was doing; Harley arched her back, pushing her sex even tighter against the other woman’s.
It was so good. It was too good. Harley was coming and she couldn’t stop.
“Oh… oh you sweet girl,” the other woman growled. “You’re coming. I can feel it. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes… yes… I can’t help it!”
“I’m coming too!” she gasped. “I wish I had a cock right now. I wish I could fill up this sweet little cunt instead of just rubbing against it. I bet you really come when you’re getting fucked by a great big cock--!”
She shrieked in orgasm and slumped down on top of Harley.
“Geez,” Harley said. “That was great! You wake up all the girlies like this or just cutie-pies like me?”
“Just you,” the woman laughed huskily. “I am Nyssa al Ghul, Heir to the Demon.”
“Oh, one’a those far out Far East chicks who come to town. I remember. Even Mistah J laid low when you was doin’ one of your routines. And hey, ain’t you the gal who’s sister is all into the Bat? That’s what I heard. She and Seliners get all Betty and Veronica over him. Ain’t that the truth!”
“Yes, it is,” Nyssa said seriously. “But I am interested in more libertine pursuits. Now that I have… outgrown my father, I must secure my position. I cannot exist on the largesse of my sister. We’re not that close.”
“Family troubles? Tell me about it. I’ve got seven cousins and I swear, one of ‘em would go down on me if I so much as looked the other way… course, I don’t know who it was, cuz I was looking the other way…”
Nyssa slid off of Harley, who suddenly felt her legs being spread. A tongue worked its way inside her womanhood, licking away her juices, replacing her wetness with the action of a greedy mouth. Harley could hear her swallowing hungrily as she became aroused all over again.
“Aw, hell, you’re worse than Ivy! She can’t get enough of me either!” Harley cried. “Fuck me, Nelson! I’m on fire!”
“Nyssa,” she corrected, standing. “And I have just the thing for you.”
It was right there on the foot of the bed. She picked it up. A long, sinister-looking dildo that she strapped to her waist and buckled tightly.
“Still want to be fucked?” she asked challengingly.
“Yeah, sure! Put it in me! Give it to my pussy!” Harley begged, spreading her legs wide to reveal her tasty cunt.
Nyssa hunched over Harley, pulling her legs up over her shoulders, then guiding the dildo to Harley’s sex and thrusting inside of her. Harley cried out with pleasure, writhing and thrashing across the bed as Nyssa held her down and punished her relentlessly with the dildo.
“Hnn! Weeeooo! Nhhh!” Harley gasped. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck the shit out of me!”
Nyssa obliged, thrusting fiercely into Harley’s sopping wet cunt, Harley thrusting herself up off the mattress to meet Nyssa. She threw her head back as Nyssa pounded her pussy, grinning wildly as she was filled up to the brim. Harley tightened her inner muscles around the shaft, bucking her ass so hard in response to the intense pleasure that she almost knocked Nyssa off of her.
“Is this how Batman fucks you?” Nyssa taunted. “Is this how you take Batman’s dick, or is his big cock too much for you? Maybe Ivy’s the only one who can take cocks that big! Is that why he got Selina? So he has another woman who can actually take him to the hilt!”
Nyssa rammed herself into Harley so deep that her pussy lips stroked against Harley’s. She pounded the girl’s hungry pussy faster and faster, Harley jerking and bucking around her thrusts. She felt Harley’s folds tighten on the dildo and knew that this time they wouldn’t let up, that this time Harley would come.
“I can’t take it! I can’t take it! Ohhhh! Yesss!” Harley shouted as she came in Nyssa’s arms. Her juices burst from her, smearing on her and Nyssa’s conjoined bodies, and she fell back to the bed completely satisfied.
They lay together where they’d fallen, gently caressing and kissing each other among the tangle of Harley’s bedsheets, before the clown finally spoke. “Whaddya mean, Batman fucks me? And Ivy? No, nuh-uh, we just fuck Brucie. Cuz we’re married to him. And he has a big cock.”
“Oh?” Nyssa asked. “Didn’t you know? Bruce Wayne is Batman.”
***
Ten miles outside of Vegas, a Porsche 918 Spyder pulled up outside of a small motel on a lonely, out of the way backroad. A man in an evening suit got out, followed by a woman in an evening gown, and they looked very happy as they carried their valises to the front desk.
When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the man wrote down “Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Wayne.” The proprietor assumed he was being funny.
Their room was small and gaudily decorated, but it had a double bed and a CRT TV. As Selina locked the door, Bruce walked over to the retro television set and switched it on, bringing up election coverage of the race for the mayor’s office.
Selina raised her eyebrows. “You came all this way to watch TV?”
“I thought the neighbors could listen to it instead of us.”
He walked over to her, putting his arms around her, finding for once she didn’t slip away as he drew her against his muscular chest. Bending down, he kissed her hungrily, while his fingers deftly undid the zipper running down the back of her dress. With it yawning open, he unhooked her bra, then stepped back, his hands on her gown, drawing it away from her as Selina backed up.
She stepped out of her dress, let her bra fall to the floor, and his eyes raked over her lovely figure. She spread her arms to the side in a display of openness, and he let his hands slide over the curves of her beautifully naked body. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties now, trimmed in white. Bruce absurdly thought of Hello Kitty. It would be like Selina to sneak a little joke like that into their honeymoon.
“Go to bed,” he said huskily.
“Yes, daddy,” Selina replied, lying back on the white sheets and gazing up at him with her mysterious eyes.
Bruce stripped down until all he had on were a pair of boxer shorts, bulging conspicuously at the crotch. He crawled onto the bed, covering Selina with his body as she squealed with laughter and playfully tried to get away, finally throwing herself at him so she rolled on top of his body. Her breasts flattened against his powerful torso as their mouths crushed together, his tongue snaking inside of her lips as his hands ran over the curves of her slender body. Selina gave a muffled groan of delight as he tried to roll on top of her, ending up lying on his side with her—she ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and over his firm ass. She could feel the outline of his rigid erection throbbing against her stomach.
On the television, the election results were coming in.
Bruce’s mouth came away from Selina’s and he looked at her with lascivious excitement. Pushing Selina down onto her back, he circled around so that he was facing her silky panties, and the soft mound of her sex beneath it. His own groin was in Selina’s face. Bruce bent down, pressing his lips against her sweet cunt, tasting the rich perfume of her juices inside. He hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly working the thin material along Selina’s legs, letting him see the softness of her tender womanhood without anything in the way.
Selina lustfully fumbled with the waistband of Bruce’s boxers, finally jerking them down impatiently. His huge, heavy erection came free, landing potently on her cheek, already wet and pungent with a droplet of clear precum.
She enclosed the base of Bruce’s cock in her hand, reveling in the feeling of how it pulsated dangerously, the taut skin stretched across firmly engorged muscle. Throbbing blue veins ran along the length of his shaft, and below, his balls were bloated with heated seed. She could smell how aroused they were.
Purring with satisfaction, Selina ran her tongue out of her mouth and stirred it across the moist glans of Bruce’s member, licking at it until its strong taste had filled her senses. Her head darted back and forth, and she sucked eagerly at the contours of Bruce’s prick, trilling her lips as he eagerly filled her mouth. Bruce buried his face between Selina’s silky thighs, giving a muffled groan of pleasure against the cunt he was kissing and sucking at.
Selina was equally fervent in sucking at Bruce’s throbbing cock, giving low squeals of delight as his tongue slid through her honeyed sex. Bruce was moaning just as happily, rocking his hips up and down to feed his enormous shaft down Selina’s throat.
Even Bruce was surprised at how rapturously she was mouthing him, just close she brought him to his peak in just a few short moments, and he pulled out of his mouth bare seconds before she could make him come. Selina was left licking her warm, moist lips, ruing that she’d been deprived of his seed.
“Get on your belly,” Bruce gritted out.
Selina was doing so almost before being asked, her lush body trembling with the need she hoped to have met with her obedience. Bruce ran his hand down the sinuous slope of her back, the tailbone bump at the base of her spine leading to the juicy peach of her buttocks. He leaned over it to rain kisses down on the smooth skin of her lower back and her dimpled asscheeks, digging his thumbs into the softly pliant flesh and opening up the valley of her buttocks, revealing the puckered rosebud of her asshole. The shadows of her curvy ass only halfway hid it from the light cast out from the TV screen.
Bending down, Bruce blew hot air against Selina’s anus, causing it to tighten, then he very gently brushed his lips over it. Selina whimpered joyfully as she felt his long tongue run over the spasming muscle, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She squirmed and arched her hips, trying to let more of his tongue into her ass. Her head was swimming between satisfaction and the desire for more.
Bruce gripped Selina’s buttocks tightly and ran his tongue in long, grinding licks along the vale of her ass, leaving her hole wet and slippery with saliva. Then he thrust the tip of his tongue into the puckered opening, feeling it clench and tug at him. Bruce plunged his tongue deep inside the furnace-hot interior of Selina’s passage, fucking it backward and forward passionately, in love with the way her asshole sucked and quivered needfully. His cock was throbbing madly, sheer need shooting up through the tightening muscles of his stomach.
He rose up on his haunches behind Selina, holding her down with his palm pressed flat on the small of her back, his other hand gripping his richly engorged staff. He rubbed the fat knob up and down between Selina’s cheeks, moving the tip over her pouting anus, sending hot ripples through Selina’s trembling body.
With his glans lodged in the entryway to Selina’s anal passage, he grabbed tightly onto Selina’s waist and began to slowly drag her back against his loins. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter give way, unable to stop after his tongue had sapped its resistance. Loosened, it slid easily over his crown. Inch after inch of his length was soon ensconced inside the clenching muscles of her rectum.
Selina tossed her shaggy hair, damp now with sweat, in a frenzy of passion. Cries and gasps of delight fluttered out of her, intermixed with lustfully borne pain, as she felt Bruce slowly penetrate into her. She groaned in unadulterated delight as Bruce stopped to rock his pelvis back and forth, working his huge, throbbing cock around in her rectum.
Bruce grunted in animalistic passion as she tightened and clutched in response to his thrusts. He rammed his hips forward, holding onto Selina’s hips desperately as he impaled her even deeper than before. He felt the entire length of his stiff member being lost to the warmth of her tunnel, until his muscular thighs came against the cool roundness of her buttocks.
He growled happily, rutting his hips and savoring the sensation of being buried so deeply and so tightly in the woman he loved. Bending forward, he wrapped his arms around Selina, grasping her full breasts and squeezing them hotly. As his hands moved over them, he caught her throbbing nipples between his fingers. As he withdrew from her ass, he would tinge the relief she felt with the pain of twisting her nipples, then release them as he worked his way back up her ass. Selina was kept constantly off-balance, constantly feeling the pained pleasure that she loved so much in sex. She mewled delightedly, lifting her ass high and jolting back to meet Bruce’s pumping hunches.
“OOOH, FUCK ME! BRUCE! FUCK MY ASS! YEEEEEEES!” she squealed gleefully.
Bruce pressed his face into her darkly glimmering hair and lapped his tongue teasingly along her earlobe. “Do you like that, Cat?” he asked in calm but somewhat strangled voice. “Do you like my long, thick cock jammed inside you?”
“Y-yes!”
“Shoved up your ass?”
“Yes, Bruce!”
“Filling you where you’d thought no man would ever go?”
“YES!”
Bruce held himself all the way inside her ass, his heart pounding loudly, his balls tightening until it seemed impossible that his cum could stay in them. He knew that if he was in her asshole much longer, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. And he didn’t want to end their first session of lovemaking by surrendering, even to the tightness of Selina’s pert ass.
After a few more deeply penetrating thrusts, he abruptly pulled away from Selina, his manhood making a moistly sucking sound as it came out. Before Selina could open her eyes, Bruce had flipped her over onto her back. When she did manage to get her eyes open, she saw the beautiful sight of Bruce jerking off only inches from her face.
Selina blew between her lips every time Bruce’s hand slid down to expose his sensitive cockhead, and he felt the rush of air on his knob every time. The rhythm of his hot hand and her cool breath, coupled with the stirring vision of her green eyes filled with a lustful desire for the cock she was admiring, brought him to the brink and over.
Now using both hands, Bruce jacked himself off into Selina’s open mouth. She didn’t try to go down on him; she held her mouth open and caught his cum as he unloaded it into her gaping lips. It was high tide, a flood of white careening inside of Selina’s mouth, and Bruce groaned gratifyingly as he felt the recoil of each burst flare perfectly through his releasing body. His ejaculation didn’t just fill Selina’s mouth, but overshot, splashing along her face and into her face, forcing her eyes closed as she was covered from cheeks to brow in ropes of his semen. When he finally stopped pumping his prick and let his hands fall to his sides, Selina closed her lips, then confidently wiped out all of his massive initial ejaculation with one huge swallow.
“Was that all you had for me?” Selina asked, wiping her eyes off and smearing Bruce’s seed down her face. “Ivy comes more.”
“I’m not through yet, Selina,” Bruce said thickly. “Neither are you.”
He covered her with his brawny body. Just like that, the bed was creaking and groaning again, the room filled once more with the sound of their flesh slapping wetly together, her cries and his grunts mingling with the steady voice of the anchorman on TV.
They kept fucking for the rest of the night, ending up just about the last people in the state to find out who had won the election.
Comments
Gundam lupus
500lbs repts is a little light for burce who according to DC wikka does unaded 1000LBS repts
Spartans300
I'm glad that this was written as an alternative to what happened in the comics last year.
Shendude
Glorious! (And also, naughty, naughty Nyssa, what are you up to?)
TheTripleH
Yes! I love it, thank you Blackwall!
This is lit fam. Keep up the good work🔥
Taium
You wrote this specifically to counter/spite Batman #50 didn't you? Regardless, I actually enjoyed the exposition more than the sex. Alfred coming back to find the wife total quadrupled while he was gonna is gonna be a sight to see.
SpectralTime
I am invested in them as a couple, so... glad it finally happened.
Yesss! Just in time for the wedding in the comics :D
