Batman: Trials of the Amazons - 4

Warmth and weight settled over his core. It enveloped him, pleasantly so, swallowing him up in that overwhelming sweetness. Even sweeter was the bliss drawing over his cock, tight and hot and strong enough to make him hiss.

Bruce had long grown accustomed to this sort of intensity. Being ridden like a prized stud - he’d learned to endure it well. Tonight, however, his lover was not the princess he’d come to adore. Wild red hair instead of silky black waves and clear, sharp eyes that burned with aggression.

Artemis pitched her wide hips back and forth, rocking herself onto his hardened prick. Her hands were planted on his chest, keeping him pinned as she fucked him. There was none of the grace Diana possessed, not in the way the redhead moved upon him. And definitely not in the way she voiced her own pleasure. Grunts and groans and whispered curses came from her lips - not unlike Bruce himself. 

Bruce didn’t mind. Artemis may have been rougher than Diana, but her cunt was as soft and exquisite as any woman Bruce had ever enjoyed.

Still, this trial of endurance would be a cakewalk.

Though he kept his expressions subtle, Artemis must have caught the glint in his eyes. She slowed the rocking of her hips - but only just enough to speak.

“You hide your fatigue well.” The tall redhead wore a tiny smirk, satisfaction and pride shining through. Her fingers slid up his chest, threading through the dark curls of hair. “Diana always praised your discipline. Among other things…”

“I hide nothing.” Bruce grunted back, never allowing himself to flinch even as Artemis’ sex gripped him so firmly. Instead, he put on a grin of his own. “Maybe you’re not as vigorous as you like to think?”

Artemis pressed down on his chest, bucked her hips hard. It was heaven on his cock.

“Taunts are unbecoming.” She said. “Falsehoods even more. A single Amazon is more vigorous than a dozen mortal men.” 

To prove her point, Artemis kept up her new pace for a long, wonderful stretch. Undulating upon his hips, sending those firm buttocks slapping down onto his thighs. Had they been in bed back at Wayne Manor, they would have sent the headboard through the wall. Yet Bruce endured. And so did his cock.

“I’ve enjoyed Amazon vigor before.” He reminded her, still grinning. “Many, many times.”

Artemis only paused for a short bit.

“So you have. But all men break eventually.”

“No reason to hold back then.” An open challenge. The two shared a heated look. A split-second of peace before throwing themselves back into the carnal fray.

Bruce wanted to smile. She’d taken the bait.

The Amazon sank down onto him once more, grunting. Bruce caught a flicker across her face. His cock was having just as much of an effect on her as her cunt was on him, it looked like.

Bruce decided then to take advantage. He slid his hands up the Amazon’s firm thighs, enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin. It took little time for his touch to settle on the curve of her hips. He found much enjoyment letting his fingers play upon the yielding flesh. The primal part of his mind reminded him there were even more abundant contours to grope. So his hands continued on, past the curves of her hips and onto the swells of her buttocks. Bruce wasted no time. He filled his hands and squeezed.

Artemis sucked in a tiny gasp at his bold touch. Her tight cunt fluttered around his prick, so delicious was the feeling that his balls clenched tight. The Amazon was sneering now, though did nothing to stop his groping. Bruce enjoyed her fiery look. For him, these reactions were small triumphs. Though the true prize would be making her scream.

The way Artemis was riding him now with such fierce effort, Bruce almost had to chuckle. She was doing most of the work for him.

“So…” Bruce managed to say through huffing breaths. “What else did Diana praise about me?”

“Your mouth.” Artemis answered plainly - as plainly as she could, through her grunts of exertion.

Bruce raised a brow. Though he knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. Diana was the living ideal of truth, wasn’t she?

Artemis leaned down, moving her hands upwards until they were beside his head. She brought her face down, stopping when her lips were inches from his. Her breath was hot as it ghosted over his skin.

“The princess said she found a better use for it than talking.” Her voice had dropped low, almost a purr.

Bruce managed a chuckle. He dared another squeeze of the Amazon’s backside.

“You sound curious.”

Artemis scoffed, raising herself until she was sitting upon his lap again. Drew her hands down to his muscled stomach, letting her fingers trace the lines of his abdomen.

“This is a test of your endurance, not mine. Unfortunately.”

Her hips went back to work, rolling back and forth in steady rhythm. The silky softness of her sex glided up and down the length of his cock in long, wet strokes. Every inch of his manhood was drenched in Amazon slick. It was starting to trickle over his balls now.

“I have to say…” Bruce’s lips curled back, flinching as pleasure throbbed through his loins. “You’re quite wet for a woman who isn’t enjoying herself.”

This time it was Artemis’ turn to raise a brow.

“And what makes you think I’m not enjoying myself?” Her cunt gripped him tight just then, and that agonizing, wonderful heat smothered his cock. Her hands went back to his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed. Artemis wore a devious, proud smile. “I love putting men in their place.”

“My place?”

“Beneath me. Moaning.”

There was fire in her eyes, burning brighter than her hair. It fueled her efforts, her body working upon him harder, faster than before. All those lush curves and lean muscles focused on the singular effort of making him cum. A pleasing sight for any man’s eyes. Her cunt was even sweeter, so tight and hot and utterly drenching his swollen prick. 

Almost as good as Diana’s.

Bruce was groaning now. And Artemis was pleased. She brought her body down again, bringing her face to face with him. She stared into his eyes as she slapped her hips down over and over.

“Like I said, you’ll break.” She promised him in a soft voice. “It’s only a matter of time…”

-  -  -

As strong as his discipline was, Bruce would end up cumming first. He was only human and Amazons had otherworldly talent in bed. Though to his credit, he lasted a good while before going over the edge. Artemis’ Amazon pussy would have broken an average man in short order.

The redhead wore a prideful smile as she bucked her hips, oh so satisfied at drawing the first round of seed from him. Each stroke was sweet, succulent heat squeezing at his cock, milking just a bit more cum out of him.

When it finally felt like she’d wrung the last drop from his balls, Artemis settled her taut, well-formed ass into his lap, wiggling triumphantly. Like she was planting herself as a victory flag. A satisfied hum floated from her lips as his still-hard cock nestled deep inside her.

“Not too bad, Dark Knight.” Artemis sighed after a stretch of silence. Lidded eyes flickered down to meet his. There was a taunt glittering through the haze. “Though I must admit… I thought you’d last longer.”

“Who said I was finished?” Bruce pushed back.

Before the Amazon could answer, his hands were upon her. He took her by the waist, gripping tight. Using every ounce of his strength, he flipped them both over. Artemis cried out in shock as she was put onto her back. Bruce didn’t stop, not allowing her to get her bearings. His solid prick was still sheathed nicely in her tight, warm pussy.

Ignoring the blitz of sensation surging through his loins, ignoring those agonizing aftershocks of ecstasy, Bruce put his body to work again. Steeling his nerves, gathering his stamina, he started to fuck again. His hips worked like a machine, fucking her hard. As hard as she fucked him.

Her moans only drove him to go faster.

-  -  -

Artemis let out a ragged moan - the air was being forced from her lungs. Heat and bliss blossomed between her legs as inches and inches of solid, swollen cock barrelled into her core.

It had been a long, long time since Artemis had taken a flesh and blood cock inside her. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like. And she had certainly underestimated the man this cock belonged to.

Even as her hands roamed over the firm, pleasing muscles of his arms and shoulders, Artemis felt irked. Disappointed, even. She thought for sure she’d broken this mortal with the delights of her womanhood. Yet he remained hard, lustful, vigorous.

She couldn’t feel too upset, though. At least he was talented. And there were worse challenges to lose.

“So what if you have stamina.” Artemis bit out between gasps. “Do you know how many Amazons have stamina?”

“Most of you, I’ll bet.” Bruce grunted above her, never ceasing the downward stabbings of his wonderful cock. Every thrust sent him sinking down to the root, squelching into her soaking cunt. It was exquisite.

“I bet you can’t make me cum before sunrise.” Artemis hissed, her nails digging into the back of his neck now.

Bruce’s eyes flashed with challenge. He didn’t answer her with words. Instead, he buried his cock deep into her sex… and kissed her.

Artemis didn’t fight it. Her lips parted on their own, accepting the man’s tongue. Yielding to him.

Yielding because she wanted to.

-  -  -

He did end up making her cum. Then he did it again, just for good measure. And not just from the beastly, savage thrusting. The man was talented, just as the princess had claimed. Talented with his hands, knowing just where to touch her. Talented with his mouth, knowing just how to kiss her. Talented in his motion, knowing just how to work his body against hers, within hers. 

He knew when to go hard, when to go fast, and he knew when to hold back, to stave off the pleasure until Artemis, strong, willful Artemis, was begging him for another taste.

It was unbecoming, Artemis knew, for an Amazon’s will to break. Even worse because it came at the hands - and cock - of a man. A part of her felt the sting of shame…. Though it was easily clouded by the thick fog of ecstasy. It permeated the air of the bed chamber, clinging to her skin like sweat. A wonderful, maddening ache ran through her flesh.

If it was so bad, so forbidden, why would the princess fight so hard for it? That’s what Artemis wondered then. Why did it feel so good?

Artemis did not have much chance to dwell on those musings. New, wicked delights racked her body. The sting of a flat, rough palm upon her poor buttocks. Once. Twice. Each strike made her shriek. Then there was the feeling of Bruce’s enormous cock thundering into her cunt, plunging deep inside to hammer at her core. Each deep stab had her wailing like a wanton tavern whore.

Words came pouring from her lips then, as he fucked into her again. Words she couldn’t believe she would ever speak. As she clutched at the sheets, Artemis was begging for more. More of Bruce’s rough hands. More of his cock.

The man behind her answered with actions not words. He took her by the hair, gathering her wild red mane into his fist and yanking her head back. She wailed again. Not in pain. In delight. 

“YES! PLEASE!”

He was ramming into her now, his pace even more ragged and savage than before. A beast in rut. She could feel his bloated balls slapping against her yearning cunt.

Just as she begged for.

It was perfect.

-  -  -

Hours of exertion led to their heated rivalry melting away into something new. Something warmer. Softer. Sweeter.

Bruce saw new respect in Artemis’ eyes as he cradled her bobbing head. Respect and a lurid sort of joy as she plunged her sweet mouth over his throbbing cock. A soft groan rose from his throat. The redhead kept at her work dutifully, sucking and slurping with the determination only an Amazon could have. She didn’t have Diana’s grace or skill, but she more than made up for that with her sheer enthusiasm.

Artemis dipped her head down, all the way down, fastening her lips in a ring around the very root of his cock. She shuddered and gagged as the fattened crown sank into her throat. A curse snapped through Bruce’s grit teeth as she swallowed around him, the tightness forming around his shaft feeling like molten perfection. Artemis held there, gurgling, choking herself. 

Then, after that stretch of pure bliss, she jerked her head back.

Bruce’s cock erupted from her mouth, slick, drenched, and twitching angrily. Artemis took in ragged, shaky breaths, her ample chest rising and falling. Drool dripped from her chin, trickling into the valley of her breasts. There were tears in her eyes… yet she looked oh so pleased.

With a gleeful look, she darted forward again, flicking her tongue against Bruce’s swollen cockhead. A surge suddenly shot through his nerves. The whole length of his cock twitched and swelled, all from that feather touch. Pleasure, white hot. An instant later, that heat sank deep into his gut and bloomed like the sun.

Nothing could stave off the flood.

Bruce let his head fall back as he let loose a deep groan. His balls jerked tight as he came and came hard.

“Fuuuuuuuuck….” He bellowed as exquisite heat surged down his cock. The swollen rod twitched, letting off a shower of hot, sticky seed upon Artemis’ face and chest.

Ropes of thick white, straight from his balls. He could hear Artemis moaning in delight as it streaked across her bosom, her cheeks, her lips. Another reward, well earned.

As Bruce came down from his high, he heard her giggling now. He looked down to appreciate his work, feeling a primal pleasure at the sight of his seed coating the Amazons’ tits. But Artemis’ attention was not on him. She was looking out the chamber window. Bruce followed her gaze… and saw the glow of daylight on the horizon.

Artemis turned back his way and smiled.

“Sunrise.” She said, panting. “Congratulations. You pass the first trial.”