Wonder Woman: Truth or Dare

"Great fucking Gaia, Bruce!" She shrieked, throwing her head back, her wildly bouncing breasts threatening to burst from her body armour. "Oh Gods! Gods!"

"Hnn! Nnn!" He grunted, bucking up beneath her in time with the slapping of her thighs. With his eyes clenched shut, he was once again taken by surprise when she froze in place, opening them just in time to see her swinging one leg up and over his head.

With incredible gymnastic talent, she brought the other leg around, repositioning herself so that she now faced away from him in reverse-cowgirl fashion – and all without ever having let his dick slip from her gluttonous cunt.

"Oh, Diana!" He groaned, amazed by both her flexibility and the feeling of her ploughing herself up and down on his cock at an entirely new angle. "You're so---hrrhn---!"

His words were lost as she lent forward, pushing him in even deeper than he'd managed before.

"Oouuuaannnhhhhhhh!"

"Hhhhnn!"

They both exclaimed, the feeling of his long, broad cock burrowed inside her so terribly intense.

With his vision practically blurred with pleasure, it took a while for Bruce to spot the reason Diana had spun around. He had started by staring at her perfectly-shaped ass and the way it flexed as she fucked him but then, across the room, he caught a glimpse of motion.

Looking past Wonder Woman's curvaceous body, he saw the both of them mirrored perfectly in the dark glass of the Watchtower's floor-to-ceiling windows, their ghostly forms reflected over the background of the Earth rotating below them.

Catching his eyes in the reflection, Wonder Woman's face lit up with a vivacious grin.

"Like the view, Bruce?" She asked, her legs parted wide on either side of him, her pink pussy like a blossoming flower, the petals stretched open to accommodate his thick trunk. The golden cups of her bustier were now pulled so low that her ample cleavage was spilling over the edge of them, her nipples only barely covered.

"So much..." He said, straining for the first time against his bonds. "...that all I want to do is reach out and touch it."

Wonder Woman laughed, though it was half-lost in her breathlessness as she slowly pumped herself on Batman's crotch. She answered him with a voice that was knotted in her chest,

"You'll get your chance," she said, her eyes drifting shut and her head leaning back as she gyrated on the Dark Knight's groin. "I pr---promise!"

She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them. Batman watched her quietly, transfixed by the erotic display. His concentration grew sharper as he watched Wonder Woman run her hand over her breasts, down along her stomach to stroke his balls.

Bruce shuddered as Diana tickled his tight scrotum with only the barest of touches. Just as he started to thrash, the tiny amount of contact proving all too much, she shifted her attention, focusing instead on touching and teasing her clit as she continued to ride the Bat's pole.

"Ah! Uhhh! Mmmm!" She gasped and uttered, building her rhythm until she was once more fucking Bruce with all the speed she had to muster.

Sllp! Whap! Pllp! Her pussy slurped and her ass slapped as she bounced up and down on the man she'd for so long dreamt of, finding the reality every bit as fulfilling as the fantasy, if not more so.

"Oh! Oh Brrrr-uce!" She said, gasping and gulping for air as her fingers literally blurred on her clitoris, using the speed of Mercury to bring herself off. "Oh fuck, Bruce! I can't --- can't hold off anymore! I need to---to----I need to cum, my love! I need to cum so. Fucking. Baaaaadddd!"

Her face was flushed crimson. Sweat was rolling down her chest and pooling in her cleavage. Her thighs were slick and staining the grey of his costume. Stars were throbbing in front of her eyes.

And then she felt it. And then she heard it.

The sound of Batman grunting, the feel of his dick pulsating so horribly deep inside her.

"Ffffffhhhhrrrnnnn!" He groaned with tremulous force, thrashing beneath her. "Dd---Diana! Yes! Yyyyes!"

The very idea of the Dark Knight cumming inside her proved too much for Wonder Woman. She jammed her fingers down on her clit as she clamped her pussy tight around his thumping shaft, and her orgasm hit her like a charging centaur.

"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!! Ohhhh fffffuccckkkking Hadeeeeeessss!"

She lunged up and down atop him, the tempo of her thrusts as erratic as her breathing, her pussy spasming. Her screams of release bounced and echoed around the room as she plunged herself down so hard and deep onto Batman's dick it felt like the head was spearing her womb.

"Ohhh Goddess! Goddess yess!" She said, the last shockwaves pulsing from her pussy and tingling throughout every nerve of her body.

Her hands and legs shaking, Wonder Woman pulled herself off of Batman's lap, his cock slopping out of her as she fell by his side. Winded, drenched with sweat, with her knees raw and muscles aching, she felt like she'd just gone 12 rounds with Darkseid.

In the background of her mind, beneath the whizzing static of neurones sparkling like a constellation in her brain, she realised for the first time what she'd called Bruce as she'd drawn close to her climax.

'My love.'

Had he noticed? She almost hadn't. And would that small slip of the tongue prove to be the first thing to ever genuinely frighten the infamous Batman?

She looked over to find him already staring back at her, his breathing raw, his chest heaving.

"Diana," he murmured. "That was so---so---."

She couldn't help but break out into a grin at his inarticulate wonder. Her joy deepened when he did the same, his smile the most unguarded she'd ever seen. It was also the most human she'd ever seen him look, even with the demonic garb he was still wearing, and it made her heart leap.

"I know exactly what you mean," she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something that immediately commanded her attention. She looked at it, then back at him. "Bruce! You're still hard!"

"Hh," he murmured, glancing away at the ceiling. "Tantric meditation is one of the aspects of my training regime. It has certain...benefits...as far as sex is concerned."

"You mean..." Wonder Woman dipped a hand below her waist, swirled it in the sticky mess that her pussy had become, and failed to find even a stray drop of semen. "...You didn't cum?"

"I didn't ejaculate," he said. "There's a difference."

She looked at him, astonished. He looked back at her, his face once more impassive. She burst out laughing,

"You really do train for everything, don't you?"

"Hhn." He grunted, his lips twisting in a smile. She brought her mouth to his, kissed him, stared deep into his eyes and lowered her voice as she asked,

"Tell me, Bruce...what would it take for you to lose control? I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just tell me, what would it take for the Batman to finally, fully, give in to temptation? Hmm?"

She ran her hand along his torso as she spoke, tracing the curve of his pecs, the rigid mass of his abs. His jaw clenched as he once again did all he could to resist the power of her lasso.

"I---n!---I can't..."

"Come on, Bruce," she said, reaching up to pull on the rope, the golden glow of its coils burning bright as it worked to drive the truth out of the Caped Crusader. "Truth or dare."

"I want to---I want to---!" He said, leaving her to wonder what secret need could be so deep and dark that he would take such pains to keep it from her.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I want to fuck you...in your ass." He said, the revelation coming with more than a degree of relief as he finally relented to the lasso's power.

"You---you what?" She said, once more taken aback by one of his eye-opening disclosures.

"Your ass, Diana. I want to fuck it." He said. She almost looked away from how intensely he was staring at her.

"You do?"

"How could I not? Watching your perfect ass running around in those star-spangled shorts. It's maddening," he said, straining against the ropes. Disquieted by how reservedly Diana was reacting, he gently added, "I hope I haven't...said too much."

She looked at him, scrutinising him and everything he hid behind his mask. She looked away.

"We...we could do that." She said delicately.

His eyes narrowed, his brow creasing. "Really?"

She looked back at him, her pearly white teeth flashing in a smile that gave the greatest insight into the untamed streak that ran through the heart of her.

"I am Greek, aren't I?" She said, and they both laughed with the intimacy of lovers.

"But there's a catch." She continued as she pulled herself up from the ground, planting a kiss on his chin as she went. He stared up at her – a goddess looking freshly fucked – with more than a little wonder.

"And that is?" He said, manoeuvring himself up into a sitting position as she walked across the training room. Her boots clacked on the cold, hard floor as she strolled over to the window, inattentively shedding her clothes as she went.

Her fingers unsnapped hidden clasps on her corset, loosening it as she reached the glass pane. She looked over her shoulder, her expression enough to melt even the most frozen of men, as she pulled the bustier from her body, whipping it off to dangle it in one outstretched hand. With her back to him, and standing in nothing more than her tiara, her bracelets and her red-and-white boots, she said to him,

"You can have it, Bruce. You can fuck my ass. But...!" she said, dropping the corset, leaving her hands free to run over her body down to her ass. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she pried her cheeks apart, exposing the little pink rosebud of her asshole. "...You have to come and claim it!"

Batman's chest rose and fell as adrenaline flooded his veins. He'd lost count of the number of death traps he'd been caught in over the course of his life, how many times he'd been tied up and left for dead. Now, however, was the one moment in all that time that he most desperately wanted – needed – his freedom.

As she watched him begin to struggle against his bonds, Wonder Woman did her best to hide the exhilarated smile that threatened to overwhelm her. She turned her face back to the glass, content to listen to him as he grunted and thrashed.

She wanted to see what the Batman was truly capable of but, more than that, she wanted to see how much he wanted it. How much he wanted her.

"I'm waiting, Bruce." She said, and to emphasise her point she began to dip her fingertips in and out of her pussy, drawing the fluid she found there up to run it in circles around her asshole. She swore she heard him audibly groan at the sight of it, which only made her wetter.

She looked out the window at the glowing Earth below them with half-closed eyes, the serenity of the sight and the feel of her fingers in her slit distracting her completely. Her eyelids drifted shut as she got caught up in the feel of her fingers on her clit, her knuckles delving inside her cunt.

Just as she was starting to consider releasing Batman from the lasso – after all, he was only human, and the lasso was crafted by the gods themselves – she felt a presence behind her.

Wonder Woman glanced back. He was standing directly behind her, the lasso unwound and abandoned on the far side of the room.

"Hera! How did you...?"

He didn't allow her amazement to offset him. Instead, he pulled her up against the warmth of his body, kissing her from over her shoulder as he brought one hand up to fondle her breast, the other sliding over the curve of her ass.

"You've kept my hands from me for too long," he broke off their kiss just long enough to say. "It's my turn now."

He delved back into her lips, her tongue, as he ran his left hand between her formidable tits, squeezing their hefty mass and teasing her nipples. With the right, he ran teasing fingers over her sopping mound, making her shift her thighs wider apart to accommodate the glorious things he was doing to her.

"Mmmmm! Hunh! Ah!" She cooed and gasped as he began to work his fingers in and out of her. His chest pressed into her back, leaning her forward so that her cheek and breasts pressed against the glass, her nipples immediately stiffening against the cold surface.

Wonder Woman's breath fogged up the window as Batman searched out her clitoris. When he brushed it with his glove, she jolted with the sexual charge it ignited in her.

"FFFUH! Oh, fuck!" She cried out, grinding herself against him, her cunt sticky in his grasp, her tight ass pressed against the throbbing of his shaft.

She'd found, since coming to Patriarch's World, that most men regarded the clitoris as a big red button, an instantaneous trigger that unleashed pleasure like a trigger on a gun. As a result, many of the lovers she'd taken over the years had jammed on and grinded the sensitive nub to the point of rubbing it raw.

Batman was different. His touches were light, precise, stroking her to the edge of ecstatic oblivion before backing off once more, raising and lowering and raising again her cries of pleasure, like a master pianist reciting the grandest of concertos.

"Nnnnnnhhhh..." She groaned, trying to collect herself after being lost to the proficiency of his fingers. "I thought...I thought you were going to...to take me in my ass."

He brushed her hair back from her ear, allowing him to suck and nibble on the lobe.

"Oh, I will," he said. "But we need something in the way of preparation first. And I always come prepared."

She heard the snap of what sounded like an opening lid, then shivered when she felt a cool rush of liquid squirting on her ass.

"W-what is that?" She asked as the fluid dribbled between her cheeks.

"I palmed a bottle of lube from my utility belt earlier." He replied, working the slick fluid into her asscrack.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as he gently but firmly pressed a finger into her hole, her breath growing increasingly laboured. "Is...unh!...is there anything you don't have in that...in that blessed belt of yours? Mnh!"

"Everything but shark repellent," he said, his voice warm and intimate as he dropped the bottle on the floor, next to her bustier. "I want you, Diana. Now."

"Then by Hera, Bruce..." she replied, arching her back and pushing her ass at him as she threw him a look from over her shoulder. "...take me!"

He needed no further prompting. She bit her lip as she felt the bulging mushroom head of his cock press up against the delicate cherry of her sphincter. With gentle care but unwavering resolve, he pressed forward and into her, parting the tight ring of her anus and sliding his helmet inside.

"Rnnnnnn! Uah!" Wonder Woman cried out, the feel of it so agonizingly intense. "Fffhh! Mnnhhh!"

Batman paused.

"Shall I continue?"

"Please!!" Diana said, already adjusting to the thick rod of his member pressing up in her most sensitive of holes. She'd never had anything so big in her ass in all her life, and though the sensation was a powerful one, it was by no means unpleasant. As proof of that, her pussy simmered and tightened with the desire that was coursing through it, her asshole following suit.

Batman eased his cock deeper into Wonder Woman's flawless ass, filling up her back passage slowly but surely. Her ass was so blindingly tight and smooth, with only a trace of grit to distinguish it from the texture of fucking her pussy.

"Oh. My. Gooddddddzzzzzzzzzz!" Wonder Woman screamed as he finally pushed the last few inches of his dick into her rectum. She stood rigid and convulsing as she adjusted to the feeling of it, teetering on the balls of her feet as her mind swam in an ocean of passionate fulfilment.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at his reflection in the window.

"Ready?" He asked.

Wordlessly, she nodded.

He started slowly, making sure they both felt every ridge and vein pulling in and out of her ass. His dick was thickly covered in the lube, her asshole puckering with the liquid as it widened, growing increasingly used to the size of his member.

Her muscles relaxed, Diana surrendered herself to the fiery pleasure of Bruce's shaft working inside her, allowing him to sluice it in and out of her with greater speed and increasing intensity.

"Nnnhhh! Annnhhhh! Hhnnnnnfff!" She moaned, tremulously sucking in air and exhaling it. She pushed back at him as he pistoned his cock in her succulent ass.

"Hrrn! Aa!" Batman grunted, her asshole gripping him so tightly, the friction of their fucking building a static charge in both their bodies.

His shaft was moving so fluidly in her ass that he was now able to give her every single hard-ramming ounce of it, her asscheeks rippling as his pelvis slapped against them.

Pulling out of her until only the tip of the head remained at the edge of her asshole, he'd then plunge his cock back inside her with one hard stroke, making her yelp with every thrust.

"Oh ffff-uck! Fuck! Fuck me...Bruce! Fuck my ass...!" She panted, her face contorted with a most unbearable pleasure.

But then he pulled back too far, his cock popping from her hole, losing its angle, missing the entry.

"Ooooouunnnhhh Hera!" She cried out, the heat of her need burning her up. "Put it back in! I need it! Put your cock back inside me NOW!"

Her nails scratched marks in the surface of the window as she did everything she could to contain her starved wanting. She stared up at Batman's reflection, shoving her ass back at him as she desperately tried to tempt him back into fucking her with all the power and passion he had been only a second previously.

Instead, he took her in his arms, spinning her around to kiss her, their tongues tangling as he ran his hands over her breasts, feeling and squeezing them as he got his first unrestricted, full-frontal view of their bare, natural wonder.

Though her waist was tiny her breasts were huge, swaying heavily as she turned to face her masked lover, swelling so soft and warm against his sculpted chest. Despite their size they were incredibly buoyant, seemingly untouched by gravity. They were, in a word, perfect.

Batman was so distracted by the sight of Wonder Woman's breasts and the perfect circles of her hard, rose-coloured nipples that his mind was left as free-floating as the space station they now stood in.

"Bruce..." she whispered, piercing him with those striking blue eyes. She reached up, touched the edge of his cowl, took hold of it. "...Bruce, please..."

She kissed him, gentle but simmering, as she pulled the mask from his face, revealing his eyes as the colour of twilight and the perfect mirror to her own, his midnight black hair spilling out from beneath the hood.

When their lips parted, he looked at her in a way she'd never seen before, as a man overcome with emotion, with longing and hunger and need.

They wasted no more time. No more words. They joined together, their kisses an unbroken chain as they fell to the ground together, Bruce on top of Diana, the throbbing head of his cock seeking out the warmth and refuge of her welcoming cunt.

Her pussylips parted as he eagerly sank his shaft inside her. Her nails scratched the length of his back as she wrapt her legs around his waist, pushing her hips back against him as he humped against her, fucking her in all her majesty.

"Oh yes!! Yesss!" She wailed, his mouth still hot against her lips as she trembled and reared against him, her legs sticking up high in the air above them. "Oh Eros yes!!!"

Bruce once again found himself staggered by the sight of Diana's large breasts as they bounced hypnotically beneath him to the rhythm of his driving cock. Hunching forward, he sucked one milky white tit into his mouth, flicking the nipple between his lips.