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🕑 Added 2017-09-02 16:26:34 +0000 UTC“Kendra,” Shayera said, “if I cannot get this off you in the next three minutes, you are grounded!”
She was tugging on the amulet around her daughter’s neck like she was helping her with an uncooperative, unfamiliar piece of clothing, but this wouldn’t acquiesce no matter how hard she fiddled with it. It wouldn’t fit over Kendra’s head when she tried to lift it. The cord wouldn’t split apart no matter how hard or where she tugged on it. It was physically impossible for such a slender, fragile-looking thing to fight her on this.
Which meant magic.
Kendra was nearly crying, not from any discomfort, but just from having her mother so upset. “I didn’t want to put it on! I just opened the box! It jumped out and it got on me and I was trying to take it off but—“
Bruce put a hand on Kendra’s shoulder, as well as Shayera’s. “Relax. Both of you. It’s magic. There’s nothing you can do.”
“And that makes you think I should relax?” Shayera demanded, scowling up at him.
“There’s no point getting upset and nothing it can do except make matters worse. I know someone who’s an expert in these matters. I’m going to call them. You stay with Kendra, keep her calm, and stay calm yourself.”
Shayera’s eyes flashed with anger, as if she desperately wanted to argue the point, any point, but the larger part of her saw the wisdom of his words. She bit down on her teeth and nodded tightly. “Hurry,” she said simply, plaintively.
Bruce closed either hand, squeezing Kendra and Shayera in reassuring turn, and then stalked to the privacy of his study. Despite his words, he didn’t want either of the girls to be there to test his poker face as he learned the truth.
***
They waited patiently, cool and collected, as unresponsive as statues to the drama before them, as separated from it as their shadowy shelter was separated from the light Bruce spoke to his family in. It was impossible to tell, watching their nearly invisible patience, if they were aware of just how dangerous this man was, or his true and even more lethal identity. Perhaps they just saw how he carried himself, the near indiscernible predatory gleam to his stance that he hid even now, in the privacy of his own home. Or, if they did not see it, perhaps they were just being as cautious as possible in their business.
Whatever the case, they waited motionlessly until Bruce had left, then further waited until it was safe to conclude that he was engaged in the phone call he had promised. Only then did they move in.
***
Zatanna Zatara was lying in her bed, but she was far from sleepy. It was early in the evening where she was and she didn't have a date. She smiled to herself. There had been plenty of offers, from ‘office friends’ to old lovers, even to the not singularly human. But she had turned them all down. The kind of fun she was interested in was the kind that few men seemed to enjoy as much as she. She would hold out for her own way or nothing.
She reached into her bedside drawer and took out the magazine. She flipped through the pages toward her favorite picture. Her hand fell into her lap, brushing past the curls of her pubic hair. She slipped a finger inside the lips of her pouting vulva, bestowed a passing touch to her clitoris, then pressed her forefinger on to the delicate and already damp skin of her anus.
Just then the phone rang.
Zatanna sighed as sharply as she would enact a curse, then drew her hands back and hid the magazine as if it could be visible over the phone line. Then, and only then, did she press the speaker phone button.
“What are you doing, Zatanna?” said a male voice in a deep, throaty rasp, almost a growl. She knew it was Bruce, and considering how soft he tried to be in his speech when he didn’t have the cowl on, she knew it had to be serious.
The question was innocent enough, but the combination of what she’d been doing and his raging, domineering tone left her momentarily flustered. For a few seconds she was silent. She compulsively wiped her hands off and patted her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh... nothing," she answered.
He laid out, in his direct, brutalist voice, what had happened, while trying to keep his tone gentle enough not to leave any impression he was angry with her. He told her how, as he spoke, he was e-mailing every relevant document he could think of to her in hopes that they could be of further use. He spoke in general terms, though—clearly holding something back. Zatanna didn’t mind; she knew it was simply Bruce’s way to play things close to the chest.
***
Shayera was staring fixedly at the amulet, as if there were any variation on getting it off Kendra that she hadn’t thought of, when she heard a series of muffled thumps behind her. They could’ve been any slightly weighty sound in an old house, from the pipes to the air conditioning, but she recognized the staccato impact of feet landing. She whirled on her heels, shifting slightly to place herself directly between Kendra and the footfalls.
There were six of them. Dressed in black, casual, inconspicuous clothes, as useful for blending in on a busy street as going undetected in the middle of the night. Their faces were set with grim determination, hair shaved down close to their skulls, bodies tingling with violence waiting to be done.
“Give us the amulet,” one of them said. Shayera filed him away as being the leader.
She gave them a counteroffer: “Get out of my house.”
That was all there was to be said. They came running and Shayera charged to meet them before they could get any closer to her daughter.
***
Zatanna told him everything she knew about the situation he’d described. That, short of any immediate change, there was likely some leeway there. Magic didn’t need to metastasize. If it was going to do something big, it would happen instantly. That told her there was no immediate danger, which Bruce seemed to take as a relief, even through his gritty façade. She wondered who could’ve been affected to have him so worked up. Had to be one of his sidekicks.
His e-mail arrived, shaking her phone with its announcement. She looked it over. More and more, she was thinking that, if she was lucky, maybe Bruce would fuck her, too. She had often seen him looking at her the same way it seemed all men did. Given that it was Bruce, there was no chance of it being idle attraction—that would stay buried. So this had to mean that he was attracted to her just as she was to him. The trick would be to let him know that it was all right, that he could fuck her, and that she would love it.
She covered her head with her pillow, groaning with surprise at her thoughts even now, in the middle of urgent League business. What was wrong with her? She wondered.
She threw the pillow down and the sunlight filtered in directly on her face, making strange little images dance across the blinding redness behind her closed eyelids.
***
They were good, she was better. But she was also one and they were six. As fast as she downed them, as hard as she hit, they were fearless and overwhelmed her with greater numbers, taking all she could dish out to pile onto her.
Then they were pulled off of her, with such speed and force it was like they were made of straw and a hurricane had blown them off of her.
In her suddenly clear vision, Shayera saw Carter Hall. Her ex-husband. In a glance, she knew everything. That he was armed with billy clubs instead of blades, in deference to her wishes and those of her husband, so that he could defeat them without spilling blood. That he was here to help. That he would take the two on the left and she would take the two on the right.
She’d grown too used to him, wanted something different in a long line of lives lived together, and he hadn’t been comfortable with the experimentation and openness that had finally led her to Bruce. But he still loved her, in a way, as she still loved him. And they still knew each other well enough to fight side by side.
She didn’t think she could ever explain how important that could be when it wasn’t a romance.
***
Focus, Zee, she told herself. She had skimmed through the e-mail, hoping a connection would hit her, but nothing had jumped out. Now she double-checked it, forcing herself not to give a second thought to Bruce’s brutish voice
Zatanna thought how lucky it was that she didn’t have someone over—they wouldn’t be put off as easily as her own smoldering desires had been. Or was it lucky? If someone were here, he might satisfy that damp little cloudburst in her crotch, made ever more dire, she had to admit, by Bruce’s voice sounding so husky and impassioned in her ear.
She stroked her bare breasts lightly and the nipples came alive. The stroking finger trailed down over her flat tummy and into the slightly creamed lips in the nest of soft hair.
She stopped herself, just as she had before, but even more frustrated now. “I can’t think of anything off-hand,” she told Bruce. “I’ll have to research it.”
“This is a priority,” he told her. He sounded almost overwhelmed. Definitely important to him, than. That was as plain as he could make it.
“I’ll get right on it,” she promised him.
He hung up curtly. She knew he didn’t mean to be rude, it was just that he didn’t trust himself to continue the conversation when there was work to be done. Holding her phone, Zatanna switched to an app. Like most people, she lived on her phone to some extent, and so she’d taken the liberty of enchanting it so that various spells could be worked as easily as a program would. It was a lot more user-friendly than speaking backwards.
Tapping one icon, she summoned up a familiar she’d set in the phone like a genie inside the bottle. “Oglith, go through all my reference material and find everything you can with a connection to the last e-mail I received.”
The app shook on her home screen in a disturbingly organic matter. She set the phone down and drew her covers back. Then she glanced down and realized that she was still naked. And she felt hornier than ever.
Everything that touched her, her covers, her own hand, everything seemed to burn into her skin, turning her on more and more. Now, as the sheet brushed her thighs, and fell from the desire-hardened nipples of her huge, throbbing tits, she felt the tinglings of passion rising in her quickly moistening pussy.
She had been going to get dressed, but if she was alone and there was nothing she could really do until the little imp fetched her information…
Zatanna felt her breath rising until there was a numbness in her throat and then she felt the tiny tongues of fire once again beginning to lick at her juicy pussy. If only she had someone to hold her, to touch her, to caress her hungry little cunt!
Feeling the growing heat and moistness between her hungry thighs, her legs quivered as she spread them, trying to ease the ache and need that had been lying in wait since the first syllable Bruce had spoken.
She tried to ignore the licking flames that spread from her loins to the very core of her body. Almost unconsciously, her hands moved down between her thighs as her mind screamed for satisfaction, for a mind-blowing come like she hadn’t had in God only knew how long.
Suddenly, her phone shook, its buzz pealing through the house. Oh shit, Zatanna said to herself. What a time to get search results back! Sighing heavily, she got up from the bed, threw on her sheer robe, and sat down to see just what Oglith had found for her.
***
Bruce came back to a scene of complete disorder. Five men were sprawled out on the floor, either inelegantly slumped or with bones bent into strange new angles. Carter Hall was there, bloodied and bruised, as was his former lover, but nowhere near the extent of the men who they’d defeated.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here,” Carter said.
“No,” Bruce said. “I’m wondering where Kendra is.”
***
The intruders had been smarter than anyone had given them credit for. In the initial flurry, one of them had played dead, then waited for Shayera and Carter to become immersed in the fighting. Kendra, as she’d been taught, had run for the panic room. It had made her an easy target, separated from her protectors, who thought they were engaging anyone who could possibly mean her harm.
Carter told them what he knew. Rumblings of Shadow Thief planning something big, men being hired for a job, an attack on the Wayne family. By the time Carter got specifics, it’d been too late for a warning. He could only try to stop them.
Bruce didn’t take it out on him. The Shadow Thief. That was the final clue he needed. It gave him a destination from his own sources, and he trusted Zatanna to fill in the gaps as soon as she’d finished her research. But there was at least enough to take flight on the Zephyr.
It was a very unique plane. Ostensibly a private jet the size of an airliner, it had a Batwing built into the cargo hold. At will, it could detach from the main plane and hunt down its target. Bruce guessed they’d be using that function shortly, as the Zephyr cut through the sky—knowing that Kendra was somewhere, being taken to the same destination by whatever circuitous alternate means Shadow Thief had chosen. He couldn’t follow, couldn’t intercept. But he could head them off.
Four hours into the flight he realized he couldn’t handle the controls any longer. Although his will was as formidable as ever, his system was too charged with adrenaline to keep an even keel. He relinquished the stick to Carter and went to find Shayera. He should’ve done that first thing, checked up on her, but he’d been too invested in searching for Kendra, they all had. Now he needed to take her well-being into account.
It was a command decision as much as anything else. Just as he needed to rest and recuperate before he was no good to anything, she needed to be soothed and reassured or she’d be no use to anyone.
He went to her cabin and found her sitting on the bed with a picture of Kendra in her arms. Through eyes glistening with tears, she looked at him. "You know it’s my fault."
Bruce winced, knowing he would be thinking much the same thing of himself if he hadn’t selfishly burnt the candle down distracting himself. He’d indulged himself with piloting, with the search, while Shayera had been left to suffer, with no way to help. "It’s not like that," he said.
"It is!" she wailed.
"No, it isn’t." He rationalized the situation in his mind. "Shadow Thief got past all of us.”
She laughed hysterically. "I’m her mother." She faced him, her eyes filled with shame, her bottom lip trembling. "It’s my responsibility.”
"You tried. I wasn’t even there. And it was three against one. You're only human." He pulled her into his arms, reveled in the joy of holding her, ashamed of himself as he remembered how long it had been since he held her this way.
For a second, Shayera melted against his chest, sobbing softly. Suddenly, she struggled free. "Don’t! Don’t try to comfort me! You’re just reminding me that I can’t be there for her—you’re here for me and I’m not there for her—“
Bruce grabbed her back into his arms. “You will be.”
"Let me go!" she cried, struggling to be free of his grip.
He didn’t.
She became sullen, staring blankly out the window, watching the darkness begin to fall over the ocean.
Bruce pulled his emotions under control. "I love you. It’s not your fault."
Her calm faded, and she began crying again. Bruce started to speak, but stopped. Words didn’t matter. The future was all that mattered. He turned her tear-stained face to his. "We’ll get her back." He brought his mouth to hers, kissed her.
Gurgling sobs came from her throat as tears ran down her cheeks. She clung to him desperately. "I want her back," she sobbed, her head on his shoulder.
"We’ll get her back." He caressed her back, brought his hand around, found her heaving breast. "Don’t think. You need to relax.”
Shayera moaned. The touch of her husband's hand sent hot shivering goosebumps up and down her spine. "I can’t… we can’t." She squirmed and pressed her tit into his hand.
"Shayera," he groaned, fumbling, pulling at her buttons. "You need something to do with all this energy. We both do." He had her blouse open, warm supple flesh filling his hand. The nipple, like a red-hot bullet, burned into the palm of his hand.
Shayera leaned back against the bed, both tits exposed for her husband's pleasure. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. "How long can you make me stop thinking?" she sighed dreamily, reveling in the firm touch of his hand.
Bruce opened her blouse completely and devoured her tits with his eyes. The sight of her exquisite flesh made his cock stiffen. "Let’s find out."
"Ohhhh, Bruce," she murmured through a stream of tears.
She threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses.
Bruce's hand roamed Shayera's body. He massaged her hip, worked his hand down her thigh, and touched silky flesh.
Shayera was out of her head. His hand was driving her wild. His fingers touched her panties. He wormed under the elastic and stroked one finger through her heated cunt.
Shayera went into spasm. She spread her legs, found the bulge in his pants and squeezed. "Nnnnn, it's so hard."
"Take it out," he groaned, squirming on the seat. "Take out my cock."
"Let me get my panties off first," she moaned. She lifted her ass and skimmed her panties down. A hot smile crossed her lips. "They’re already so wet.”
"So are you," he groaned, grabbing her hand. He rubbed her hand over his throbbing prick. "It needs your mouth."
For a second, Shayera withdrew her hand. She looked at Bruce, her eyes filling with tears.
"None of that," he said. "You’ve got work to do."
"Yes, my darling." She pulled her skirt up around her waist, presenting her cunt to her husband. "I'm all wet for your cock."
She pulled his zipper down, fished in his pants and pulled out his prick. "Ooooo, Bruce." Lovingly, she stroked his bloated shaft, thrilled by each throb of his prick against her hot palm.
Bruce's face froze in a mask of passion. "I need you so damn bad." He jerked up, fucking his cock through her fist. "Suck me! Get me ready to cum."
"Yes, Bruce." She squirmed on the bed, dropped her face to his lap and gobbled his cock quickly into her mouth.
"Unnnn," Bruce groaned, fucking into his wife's face. He stared down at her. "Chew it, Shayera. Bite it!"
Shayera devoured her husband's cock, her mouth a wet furnace of desire. She sucked, bobbed her head, chewed, blending it with a steady slashing of her tongue.
Bruce's hands roamed her flesh, kneading, exploring her, enjoying her body once again as if it were the first time. "Yes! Yes!"
His fingers found her cunt. He fucked three fingers into her wet sex. He twisted them, gouging the walls of her overheated pussy.
Spasms racked her cunt. Sucking his cock, she humped her cunt against his fist, her pussy dining on his fucking fingers.
She pulled her mouth from his prick, gasping for air. "Fuck me until I can’t fucking move." Her eyes rolled as he twisted his fingers inside her pussy. "Ooooo!"
Bruce popped his fingers from her tight grasping cunt. "You ready for my cock?"
"I've been ready for ages," she panted. She scrambled up. "How do you want me?"
"Here. You climb on top!"
"Ohhh, Bruce, just like the first time." She swooned, straddling his body as he yanked his pants and shorts down.
"Now there's nothing in the way." He grabbed his prick, and guided his cock through her steamy cunt, his gaze glued to her full tits and large round nipples.
Shayera shuddered. The head of his prick was tormenting the entrance to her pussy. She kept herself above him, tits jutting out, her body quaking. "Move your hand," she gasped. "I want it all."
Bruce moved his hand away from his cock, grabbed her bare hips under her skirt. "Take it then. It's all yours."
"Oooooo!" Shayera squealed, slamming her pussy down and capturing Bruce's cock in one mighty gulp. "Oooo, Bruce. It went in so easy." She was shivering with bliss. "Soooo easy!"
Bruce groaned. Hot frothy juice bathed his cock, greased it in sticky heat. "Unnn, baby. So wet... so tight."
Green eyes blazing with fire, she stared into his face. The cock she loved was buried deep in her hole. "Ooo, my darling!" she gurgled dreamily. "Oooooo, Bruce!"
Her inner muscles grabbed his buried cock. She rolled her hips, watched the expression on his face fill with lust. "Unn, Bruce. It's wonderful."
Bruce humped up, his groin whacking into Shayera. He twisted his hips as she twisted hers, their bodies mashing, fusing. His hands mauled her hips, then circled and cupped the cheeks of her soft yielding ass. "Unnn, baby!"
Shayera wriggled in spasm. "Oh, darling. I'm creaming your prick. Creaming all over you!" She stiffened her back, slapped her large fleshy tits over his face. "Ooooo." Her body quivered. "Bite them, Bruce. Chew my tits."
Bruce gobbled on her jiggling globes. He snatched a nipple with his teeth and bit down.
"Oooo, Bruce!" She crushed him in her heaving breasts. "Oooo. Make me cream."
Feasting on Shayera's tits, he lunged up, quickening the tempo of his cunt-skewering cock. Muffled groans escaped his mouth, the sounds trapped in her cleavage. His muscles tightened. Hard upward thrusts had Shayera squealing and her tits bouncing.
"Oh, Bruce... I love you!" Recklessly, she thrashed about, keeping her pussy impaled on his hard thick prick. She twisted her hips, letting his cock go as deep as possible. Spongy cunt muscles, dripping with lust, tattooed a rhythmic beat on his shaft.
Lunging up, Bruce fucked at her with all of his strength. He quickened his pace, but kept each upward thrust calculated for optimum pleasure. "I'm going to make you cum, sweetheart... like never before." He leered into her lust-crazed face. "Like never before."
He thrust up. "Unnn!" He ravaged her pussy with his fucking prick, making Shayera shake and bounce. He grabbed her tits, mauling them.
Shayera's breath quickened. An orgasm swept over her. "Oh, my darling... I'm cumming!" She ground her pussy against his groin. "Oh! Oh, my God!" Orgasms bombarded her senses. Her hips lunged forward and her ass swiveled sensuously. "Bruce! Ohhhh, Bruce, I'm cumming!"
Bruce fucked deep. Cunt juice clung to his shaft, dribbled out over his balls. He stared into her face and saw the gleaming sheen of passion in her green eyes. He watched her jerk and twist, his hands on her hips, guiding her, keeping her from falling.
"Oh, Bruce." Her head snapped back, tits floundering, ass jiggling. She felt the bloated head of his prick fuck deep. Each downward thrust filled her cunt with his thick cock, ready to explode.
She fucked him harder, with a loving unleashed passion. She fucked herself on his cock and at the same time pounded her regrets from her mind. She had Bruce and that was all that mattered.
Savagely, Bruce lunged up, his ass coming off the mattress. Each fuck went deep, causing more cream to wash over his piercing prick. He had a lot of making up to do.
"Your cock... it feels, so wonderful. Cum, Bruce. Cream me, make it happen again." She skittered at the peak, needing a load of his jizz to take her higher. "Cream me!"
Grunting, his balls churning and ready to blast, Bruce mangled her tits, tearing her blouse completely away. He pinched the nipples and made her howl. "Getting ready," he groaned, "My cock... gonna blast!"
"Yessss," she hissed. "Cum! Cum!" She wriggled on his prick. "I want you." Moans of passion replaced her words. Wildly, she churned her hips, ground her cunt into his groin and devoured his cock into her exploding cunt.
They worked together, each trying to please the other, each trying to erase the past. His cock fucked deep. Her drooling cunt bathed his hulking prick with liquid arousal. Her tits jiggled, and her ass quivered. He lunged up, his balls swelling, ready to erupt. Their eyes locked. His groin smashed into her pussy. Her pussy took his cock.
"Shayera, I'm ready!" He lunged up with all his might, making his wife scream in blissful anguish.
"Yeahhhh!" she wailed, her red hair thrashing across her face. She was ecstatic. The man she loved was fucking her cunt with his cock and was going to cream her. "Now, Bruce! Now!"
She plunged herself down on his prick and used her muscles to torment him, to coax the cum from his balls. She rode his cock with wild abandonment.
"Cum!" she shrieked, needing his wad of jizz to take her over into bliss. "Cum!"
Suddenly, his prick exploded. A thick stream of white cum jetted from his cockhead. Burning globs quickly followed the first stream. "I'm cumming! Creaming, baby! Creaming your hole!" Huge wads splattered deep.
"Ooooh, darling... I feel it... your cum. Ohhh, it's heaven!" Her cunt saturated with their cum, she jammed up and down on his bulky member. The heat of his cum, spurting deep in her pussy triggered another orgasm in her cunt, more intense than the first. With insane twists and violent bucking thrusts, she washed his cock again with her wet pleasure.
"Baby!" Bruce roared, his hands mangling her floundering tits. More jism squirted from his cock. Heavy wads whitewashed the folds of Shayera's cunt. He could feel each squirting load shoot through his cock. He felt her grabbing muscles along the entire length of his prick.
Shayera fucked like a maniac. She whimpered and sobbed, hysterically happy. She climaxed again, falling forward, crushing Bruce with her tits as another load of hot jizz splashed deep inside her.
Their groaning voices filled the cabin, then drifted out and blended with the roaring winds. They fucked frantically, proving, with their, passion, their love. Grinding twists and upward hinges came together as they fucked each other.
He grabbed her hips, humping, dragging her back and forth along his cock. He felt the cum, sticky and hot, dribble down his balls, searing his hairy ball-sac before it formed a dark stain on the bed. "Baby! Baby! Fantastic! Aghhhhh!"
Shayera swayed precariously on his buried prick, her head lolling, her eyes glazed. Babbling moans escaped her drooling mouth. "Bruce!" She froze, almost as if in mid-air, then went into a series of wild convulsions that made her scream at the top of her lungs. She collapsed, twitching as she toppled back from the dizzy heights of her orgasms.
Bruce held her tight, lunging up one last time as he emptied the rest of his cum into her pussy. "Baby," he moaned, easing her limp body off his cock. "You’ve had enough."
“More than enough.” Shayera snuggled close. "Hold me."
They held each other, watching the last rays of the sun disappear and the ocean turn black.
