Author: Batman_Wolverine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Umm. Just read it. Too tired and lazy to write one.

Warning: Adult Language, Sexual Situations

“Diana.”

“Bruce,” Diana did not need to look at Bruce’s face to gauge the feelings inside him. She knew what she had done, just as she knew that he knew about it too. Instead of their usual approach to each other, Diana slowed herself down, seeing Batman do the same. It was almost as if they were regarding each other, checking for any signs of weakness.

“What do you want Diana?” That single question, although asked countless times before had taken on a totally different meaning and tone this time. Covered by his mask, Bruce walked past Diana on his way to the changing room, letting her think about her answer.

“I know what I want,” Diana’s whispered voice sounded quite loud in the caverns. Turning around, the bottom of her black silk robe swishing at her knees, she traced Bruce’s steps.

‘And what is that?’ Bruce did not ask her. Her being here was answer enough. Yet, there was a small…rather a substantial part of him that ‘feared’ that he might be wrong and the only reason for her to be here was to tell him that….

“I want you,” he stilled as her soft sultry…truthful voice reached his ears, his hands faltering while pulling off his chest armor at the feel of her slender hand at his back. Snaking up to his shoulder, Diana turned him around, her eyes flitting over her lover’s scarred chest…..a warrior’s chest….her warrior’s chest. “Only you….and none other….ever.”

His dark blue eyes boring into hers, as if sense any lies in words only to find none, Bruce gave out no emotions and almost no answer, except for two words.

“Show me.”

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‘Show me.’

Not, ‘prove it’ or ‘is it true’, but ‘show me’…..words to express his belief in her and yet his need for her to confirm it.

“I love you Bruce Wayne….” Diana whispered as she ran her hands down Bruce’s arms, “I love you Batman,” her fingers curling around the sinewy muscles of his biceps and forearms, “….only you…for now and for ever,” she ended by reaching up to kiss the corner of his mouth, pulling away before either of them could lean into the kiss.

Drawing her hands up along his broad scar spattered shoulder; Diana let them trail down his broad chest; brushing lightly over his flat nipples, showering special attention on the scars there. Slowly she started to move her body down his, almost as if she were slithering or flowing over him, her lips kissing, licking and lapping at each and every point that her fingers explored on their way to his waist….and further below.

Settling down on her knees, she came face to face with the bulge forming under his tights, leaned forward and kissed it, her hand lovingly tracing its entire length. The utility belt already taken care of, her hands hooked into the top of his tights, slowly pulling them, down his hips and legs to pool around his feet.

Stepping out his tights, Bruce clad only a pair of black bat-insignia shorts, looked down at Diana, her dark blue eyes staring back at him as she reached up and with one brief burst of power removed the ‘infuriatingly’ obstructive clothing, leaving him naked as the day he was born….just as she had been under her silk robe.

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Looking straight up at Bruce, Diana slipped in her slim exquisite fingers to curl around the stiff rod, her palm handling its heaviness. ‘Not even a comparison,’ a voice rose within her. Although quite similar in their shape and other dimensions, her lover’s manhood was incomparably better than what his had been. His….HIM. The other man. The fantasy. One that was now fulfilled.

Holding it in the curve of one hand, Diana took the time to study it. The throbbing vein meandering the top, the velvety soft bottom side, the all around silk on steel feeling of strength. It was one of the most complex creations of a man’s body, and yet so simple in its complexity. So beautiful. So tender. So hard. So loving. So….fulfilling. His body radiating heat. Heat and sex.

And all that was just for her.

She ran her thumb along his sensitive underside and enjoyed the feel of him. The head was an angry purple-red, as if an outlet for the anger that he kept so well hidden…even from her. Holding him like that, Diana could feel the throb of Bruce’s pulse and instinctively tried to match hers with his. Diana caressed his tightly drawn scrotum with her other hand, gently squeezing as if to gauge their fullness.

“I’m yours…” she whispered. “…forever,” leaned in and swiped her tongue slowly across the little slit on the swollen head, tasting the saltiness of the oozing precum, both from the cleft and from her hand.

Bruce nearly buckled over at the sensation of the rough surface of her tongue against the smooth surface of the bulbous head of his erection. He was trying his best to retain control, yet one touch from her and he was ready to plunge into the abyss that took him higher than any height he had ever been to.

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Careful, almost reverent with her touch….which given the situation, maybe she was, Diana slowly let, marveling at the way Bruce still ‘rose’ to attention. A picture flashed through her mind, that Bruce was the god to whom she was worshipping with her love. ‘God of the Bats,’ an impish voice piped up. ‘God of the night,’ ‘of vengeance, ‘of justice,’ all rolled into one mortal man.

Starting by kissing the entire length of his penis, Diana swirled her tongue across the head, before pushing it up and licking the entire underside. Taking the time to lavish her love on each ball, she even tried to mouth both of them at once. Urging Bruce’s legs further apart, she even ducked down to kiss and lick along the soft skin there, her expert ministrations making Bruce wish he were sitting down to allow her for more freedom of movement. By the time that thought passed through his mind, Diana had withdrawn from between his legs and was once again in front of him, her lips parted to welcome him into her moist warmth, her olfactory senses saturated with his masculine musk.

Closing her lips around his head, Diana began sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, with each stroke, taking in more of him as well as setting up a swift yet comfortable rhythm. Half way through, Bruce found his hands automatically rise up to her luxurious tresses, feeling the silken hair along his fingers as he tunneled into them, providing Diana with the adequate feeling and impetus to take him even further. Smiling the best she could, she took a deep breath and pushed down completely to swallow all of him at once, a muffled groan sounding in her throat as the feeling of being completely filled washed over her.

Able to hold her breath for quite some time, she stayed like that, letting her mouth and throat muscles massage the throbbing shaft. Slowly pulling back, the precum and saliva slicked shaft came into view as Diana sucked hard until only her lips were left wrapped around the tip of his head again. Letting him pop out of her mouth, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before drawing him in again.

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Soon, she felt Bruce tighten inside her, as did his grip at the back of her head. His body was tensing with the telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm. Instead of drawing back, her lips began sucking, licking, teasing with even greater force, with even Bruce adding to the experience as he had begun to thrust into her. He was moving quite freely now, faster….harder than what he usually did this way. The gurgling and swallowing sound coming Diana was only adding to his fervor as his hips earnestly fucked him into his Amazon Princess’s hot, wet mouth.

“Diana,” the gasped moan sounded in Diana’s ears. It was getting more and more difficult for Bruce to remain standing. His knees already ready to buckle would give up at any moment. The only reason he was still standing was Diana. She had wound her hands around the back of his thighs and hips, and was firmly holding him in place, her grip allowing for only the to and fro motion into her mouth.

It was all too much for Bruce. He grabbed Diana’s head to stop or at least slow down her motions, and just in time too. Moments later, he stilled to a stiff halt, but just for a second before thrusting hard into Diana’s oral cavity, coming with a quite audible growl of her name, his voice echoing against the cave walls.

Diana swallowed as fast as she could and as much as she could, yet some of the milky fluid escaped her lips, dribbling down her chin and onto her full, heavy breasts. Finally, feeling him starting to soften inside her, she relaxed a bit, yet continued to suckle for quite some time, to draw out the last remaining drops of the salty-sweet liquid. It was as if she wanted to hold onto this moment for eternity and beyond. No league, no Gotham, no nothing. As far as she was concerned, it was just the two of them, together as one….for now and forever.

Finally, getting all she could, Diana let him slip out of her mouth, giving one last cleansing lick before pushing herself off the ground. She and wiped her chin and sucked in the escaped semen, doing the same with Bruce’s offered thumb, which he wiped along the upper swell of her breast. Her eyes were bright with escaped tears as Bruce reached up to wipe them away before taking her hand and leading her towards the cave dojo.

There were no words exchanged between them…their eyes had said it all.

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Reaching the dojo, Bruce eased Diana onto her knees onto the soft yet hard surface, settling down next to her before pushing her further down into a prone position. Such slow and gentle were his action that Diana yelped at the sudden change as she dove down to devour one firm breast, his hand more than a bit firm around its roundness. His suckling and his actions were almost as if he were actually trying to feed on her, drawing in more and more of the pink flesh into his mouth. His oral grip firm, he let go with his hand, supporting himself as he other hand reached to find purchase as the hardening nipple of its counterpart. There was a roughness in his actions that Diana had seldom seen. It was not so much as a punishment for her as it was of letting go of all inhibitions, all rules….but without letting go of his iron-willed control. Control was hers to give up this night and that she had already done, readily and without any reservation, she had given herself up to him, to do so as he pleases.

When he yanked at her nipple, hard enough to release a sliver of pain, Diana arched her back off the flat surface of their ‘bed’, her cry of his name sounding against the walls. Flicking the erect nub one last time, his hand began a downward journey to her sex, his large hand flat against her body, trailing a fire of arousal in its wake. Just before he reached her centre Bruce let go, shifting sides and hands. Letting his mouth latch at the second breast, he let his fingers curl in the triangle of her soft midnight black pubic hair, his scratching exciting and teasing her even further.

Almost when she wondered if he had chosen to slow down, Bruce drew up two fingers and swift as a cobra strike, plunged them into her sopping depths. Diana nearly drew blood as she bit on her lower lip, trying to stifle the scream bubbling up her chest, her body almost lifting into the air.

“Go on Diana,” Bruce growled at her ear. “Let it out…..let it all out,” accentuating his words by a swift twist of his fingers.
“Oh Hera,” Diana bucked against the probing digits. “Yes Bruce…just like that,” she gasped.
“Like this Princess,” he almost snarled his pet name for her, his only hostile reaction at what she had done. Instead, he pressed his thumb at the engorged clit, rubbing every and which way, letting in a third finger slide in to join the two. He knew what she had done. He knew it before she did….and just like that; he also knew that she had done it while wearing his scent. He knew that after their yesterday night together, Diana had not removed….washed off, the traces of their lovemaking on and within her body. To the primal creature hidden deep within his male-psyche, that action of hers provided him with a sort of superiority…Something to feed the ‘alpha’ complex. What he did not know was how far she had gone with it, making the other man provide her oral sex with remnants of their love still within her. Had he known that, it would have been something different altogether. He would know it soon enough…but not now, not tonight.

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Diana was moaning and writhing in pleasure, drawing closer to her release with each passing seconds. Her body knew that and soon enough so did Bruce. That’s why he stopped all his actions, his withdrawing fingers causing Diana to moan in protest, almost reaching up to halt him.

“Bruce….” She called out to him, whimpering over her shoulder as he turned her around so that she was all on fours, with her face away from him. A sudden thought flashed across her mind about his intentions, slipping away as Bruce, giving himself a few swift preparatory tugs, positioned himself against the puffed folds of her sex and with one powerful push sheathed himself inside her, his rock-hard member reaching her cervix. Just as before, there was no gentleness in his actions, but then there was neither any pain….at least not any that she did not like. Like the one she momentarily felt as her inner walls expanded to accommodate him. It was all about a primal possession. To make her and mark her as his again.

The thought that had previously flitted across her mind, came back again as Bruce started to move behind her, his hand firmly positioned on either side as his thumbs found and massaged the tighter opening there. Was he planning to take here there too? Having done it a few times before, Diana wasn’t sure if she liked that way or whether she didn’t. It was still quite new to her. However, the thought of him showering the same ‘tough’ love that way…was certainly intriguing to her. Bruce was always so slow, always so gentle whenever they coupled from behind….almost as if he were afraid he would hurt her. What would it feel to have him there like this?

“Oh God,” Diana moaned as Bruce pressed her ass-cheeks apart, slipped one thumb just through the surface of her anal opening, and held it there. Her arms buckling from under her, her face fell to the mat, thus giving Bruce a better position for both his thrusting and for what he was doing with his hands….or more precisely with his thumbs. “Deeper Bruce…..deeeeeepppperrrr,” she pleaded, not knowing which opening, which intrusion she was pleading for.

Lost in their animalistic coupling, Diana could only move her hips; answering Bruce’s thrusts with one of her own. Throes of pleasure wracking her body, she found herself lifted up on her hands as Bruce leaned forward and grabbed one swaying breast, kneading and squeezing it and its hardened dark pink nub, as he rode her, his thrusts gaining in both speed and intensity. There was no question in her mind that this was the man for her. The only man that could stand up to her and give her her deepest, perhaps darkest, and most private wish. The one that the being ‘Fernous’ had confronted her with.

‘How long have you secretly wanted to be tied up? To have all your Power and Responsibility stripped away? Remember. You have to tell the truth…’

At that time she did not answer or could not answer, it did not matter anymore. What mattered was that it was true and she did get that wish fulfilled with Bruce. With Bruce, she did not have to be just Wonder Woman or Princess of Themiscyra or even Ambassador of Themiscyra. With him, she could be all that and none, all at the same time. With him, she could be just a woman, an Amazon always, but a woman nonetheless. A woman with dreams, with aspirations, with love….a mortal man’s love no less.

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Letting go of her breast, Bruce reached down, his fingers rubbing and massaging her clit, while the thumb of his other hand finally pressed deeper through her puckered rear entrance, not deep, but just enough to provide the just the corrected amount of teasing and anticipatory sensations she needed to finally push her over into her orgasm.

All those varying attacks on her already overloaded senses along with the insistent thrusting of Bruce inside her; pushed Diana further and further, until, throwing her head back, she screamed like a banshee and started to come like a waterfall, drenching Bruce’s pulsing shaft, making an audible sound as he tunneled into her.

“Uhn…Diannnnnaaaaa,” Bruce joined her seconds later, ejaculating deep inside her, having paced his last few thrusts to join her in her orgasmic release, his shaft seemingly growing bigger within her before shooting his release in long ropey spurts.

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Afterwards, as they lay there on the mat, limp in each other’s arms, there were no words spoken between them. Neither of love, nor of hate. Neither of trust, nor of betrayal.

Diana had done what she had to do. Bruce had put his trust in her; in his love for her and hers for him….and had come out a victor.

Her head on Bruce’s shoulder, her one leg twisted around his, her fingers drawing trails from his chest to his groin, with a spare cape draped over them, Diana had only thought on her mind…..

…..That she could do the same when it was her turn.