Marry The Knight Ch. 02

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Harley felt a little itchy and a little squirmy and a lot hot, unable to stop thinking of how Bruce had disciplined her even as he did the opposite to Ivy. Ivy liked to talk about how she hated men, but she was enjoying every moment ofthis, bouncing underneath Bruce to meet his cock like she was on a trampoline.

Harley watched her hug Bruce with her legs, crushing him to her in a desperate attempt to intensify her own orgasm. Harley had to be impressed by how Bruce had made Ivy come even harder than Harley could with her joy buzzer and special plant. And not that Mistah J was a bad lover, butBrucedidn't need a rubber chicken.

He let Ivy lay back on the grass like she was going to make snow angels, the sunlamps revitalizing her sweat-soaked skin. Harley distinctly wenteep!when she saw him exit her. He looked even bigger than he had the other night!

As Harley watched, Bruce stroked himself, gathering their comingled fluids in his hand and feeding it to Ivy. She eagerly sat up to suck the juices from his fingers and lick his palm, then collapsed back to the ground and opened her legs in obvious invitation. Bruce had expected nothing less. He was already guiding his cock back to her womanhood. Harley gasped in unison with Ivy as it went in. She could already see the beginnings of Ivy's next orgasm in the heaving breath she took.

Harley knew Mistah J was the love of her life and Ivy was her BFF. Still, she had to ask... could Bruce make her come like that?

***

Beep!"Hey Bruce, it's Selina. About our little chat the other night—I've been having second thoughts. After all, if you were my husband, you couldn't testify against me in court. If you want to talk about it, be at the Gotham Natural History Museum after hours. We can discuss that, and whether I should steal the Cat's Eye Emerald or not. I'm in the pro column myself."

***

Harley had always been an impulsive sort of girl. Without much in the way of conscious thought, she dropped her boxers to her ankles. Ivy hadherankles locked together at the small of Bruce's back and was pumping Bruce deeper into her, clearly about to come. All Harley could think about was doing the same. She couldn't stand Ivy finishing while she went without release.

And she wouldn't. Bruce stopped, plunged to the hilt inside Ivy, who went mad with lust at the cessation. She threw herself up against the billionaire, kissing him frantically all over his face, her green lipstick covering him like camouflage. Bruce acted as if she weren't there, staring directly at Harley, whose eyes were open very wide.

"Uh... hi there," Harley quailed nervously. "We have pizza."

"DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! YOU BASTARD, HOW CAN YOU STOP?" Ivy was screaming, desperately rubbing herself up against Bruce to try to cajole him into continuing.

"I don't recall saying you could touch yourself," Bruce said calmly, as he idly kneaded one of Ivy's plump tits. It did little to sooth her, judging by the way she grabbed his hand and forced it to her mouth, where she sucked pornographically on three of his fingers.

"I, ah, I... uhh... we have pizza?" Harley muttered. She crossed her slender arms over her chest, then dropped them down to try to pull the bottom of her shirt over her incriminatingly wet pussy.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T MAKE ME COME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"

Quite casually, Bruce put his hand over Ivy's mouth. "Harley, I want you to sit down with your hands behind your back for an hour, saying nothing. If you do that, then I'll allow you to touch yourself."

Harley felt her juices trickling down past the ability of her shirt to cover. "Okey-dokey..." she nodded, shifting her weight with more than a little unease. She knelt down, biting her lip.

Bruce turned his attention back to Ivy. Taking his hand away, he drew himself out of her. Ivy shook her head in mute panic, opening her mouth to scream again when Bruce dove back into her. She went deathly still and all that came from her wide-open mouth was a gentle groan.

As Ivy came, Harley realized she didn't need to touch herself. She had climaxed without even one finger in her cunt.

And Wayne wasn't even finished.

***

Beep!"Mmm, Roxy Rocket here. Heard you liked to live on the edge, Wayne, but two psychos at once? That's just fun. Maybe you could let me get in on the action. A three-on-one fight is just my kinda odds. Don't bother calling, I'll be dropping by soon enough. And don't bother turning your security system off, either. I love a challenge. Let's see if I can crash that big, busy bed of yours, lover-boy. And don't worry, I like it rough."

***

"Oww!" Ivy cried at her most undignified, feeling the tender flesh of her sex stretching painfully. For a while now Bruce's thrusting had caused pain and pleasure in equal measure, like the thorns on a rose, but now, as she raced toward orgasm, it became unbearable. "Stop! It's too big! It hurts!"

She flailed and Bruce grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her still as he gently withdrew from her, trying not to cause any more pain. Her crotch was flushed red, and Bruce's air of confidence was replaced with concern. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Yes—yes," Ivy grimaced. "It's never lasted this long before. You—you fucked me raw."

Of course, that brought a half-smile to the playboy's stupid face. He leaned down to her ear. "Then where else can I put it?"

Ivy took his meaning instantly. Even Harley did. Ivy looked over to her friend and saw that the Cupid of Crime was quaking and making mouth-shut 'ooh! ooh!' noises like a kid in class who the teacher wouldn't call on. Catching Ivy's eye, she nodded her head ardently.

Her cunt still aching, sending jolts of pain through her body, Ivy rolled over and got on her elbows and knees. Her ass was presented for Bruce's inspection, and she felt him do just that, eying it aesthetically while she laid with it up in the air, like a common whore.

It made Ivy feel dirty. A good sort of dirty.

She heard him spit, felt his fingers lubricate her asshole, stretch her out—it felt so good—then his cockhead sliding over her anus, seeking purchase. She groaned... already it felt far bigger than the brief intrusion of his fingers... she'd let Harley finger her ass before, but only when she begged and pleaded and stayed on her best behavior for weeks, and even then it was only Harley's dainty little fingers, not...that.

But she couldn't let Wayne win. She had to... get him to... do the thing... whatever it was.

Letting him fuck her in the ass would accomplish that, though, she was sure of it.

He ran his hand over her back, stroking her spine for a few moments as she felt his cock take hold. Then his hand flattened between her shoulder blades, almost like he was holding her facedown in the grass as hemountedher. She gasped as her asshole went taut, pushed to the limit. Then past it.

She had never taken anything so big and it was just the beginning, as Bruce let his body weight take over and drill him down into Ivy. Ivy bit down on the flesh of her forearm as her resistant asshole started togive,the pain intense but the pleasure more so, something deeply taboo tingling in her mind. This wasn't something humans,animals,were meant to do, and that made it perfect for her.

Ivy groaned as her anus stalled him, but just for a few moments against his unrelenting pressure, then she felt himinside. Bruce let out a satisfied moan, like he'd just taken a long, cold drink after a day in the sun. Ivy clenched at him, her body trying to keep him out more than she was, but her twinges of discomfort were easy to overcome. Steadily, he worked his way inside, stopped when he heard her grunts become more pain than pleasure, waited as she accommodated him, then worked on her with a few short and slow thrusts. Ivy let out a long, pained exhale.

"Easy, easy," he told her, petting her hair and soft back, brushing some of the leaves away. His strong, assertive voice calmed her. He couldfeelher relaxing. "It's mine now. I've got it. You've given it to me."

She accepted it, but still whined in drawn-out protest when he shifted his weight to her once more, squeezing into her tight ass. She buckled underneath him, dropping her head into the grass, but he was unstoppable. Her hole fought him every inch of way, but he moaned exaggeratedly to let her know he enjoyed it, and finally, she couldn't resist anymore. Ivy felt her stretched asshole take all of him, his cock shooting inside her like a piledriver.

She screamed. Later, Harley would tell her she'd been saying "YES!"

***

Beep!"Wayne, this is Calendar Girl. Couldn't help but notice such an eligible bachelor taking up with two tacky whores named Ivy and Quinn. And then I couldn't help but wonder, out of all the villainesses this city has to offer, why them? It finally came to me, Wayne. You think they're prettier than me,don't you?But all pretty girls know how to do is lay there and look pretty. Ugly girls can use more than looks to please a man. Mark your calendar, loverboy—you'll see me soon."

***

"OH NO, NOT AGAIN!" Ivy yelled.

Bruce had had her by the hips and was dragging her anus onto his cock as her breasts swung heavily under her and her ass jiggled with each blow. Her toes were curling, her lips were pursing, her skin was sweating, her eyes were closed and she was about to come from being fucked in the ass. In fact, her arms had just given out and she'd slumped to the grass, her ass only staying in place because Bruce held onto it. It was all part of the best orgasm she'd ever had since the last orgasm she'd had, when suddenly Bruce stopped. Again.

"MAKE ME COME, YOU SON OF A BITCH, I NEED IT, I'M NEARLY THERE! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"

Bruce ignored her, though his cock was hard and immense in her well-punished ass. "Harley, it's been an hour. You can touch yourself now."

Harley had been sitting down like she was in a trance, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to match the pleasure Ivy was receiving, but at his word, she dropped both hands between her legs.

The results were instanteous—they hit so fast that Harley had to lie down to avoid going completely unconscious. The greenhouse swam before her eyes until she turned to Ivy and saw Red clear as day. She was coming too.

Bruce had started fucking her again.

***

Beep!"Bruce, are you there? It's Dick, pick up if you're there. Pick up, pick up, pick uppppp! You're not there. Okay, Bruce, look, I broke my leg in one of those 'skiing accidents' our family keeps having, so I'm going to come over to your place to rest up. Don't worry, I'll be 'downstairs,' you won't even notice I'm there. Sorry to impose, but I just can't stay at the Clocktower for at least a week. Man, you had the right idea, Bruce. Start out small, marry two women. Even if they're crazy, there's just two of them. But Babs didn't want all her girls to be single while she got hitched. I thought they were all lesbians! I was just supposed to be a beard! Now Zinda's pinched me so many times I'm gonna have scar tissue on my ass! I just need to go a few days without a threesome, that's all. Don't tell Barbara where I am, she has nurse outfits... where are you, anyway? I've been trying to reach you for hours..."

***

Harley's arms were covered with gooseflesh and it felt like her legs couldn't hold her weight, even though she was sitting down. She was watching Bruce punch his cock into Ivy's ass, enjoying the strained noises they both made. Ivy was grunting and moaning with every one of the short, powerful thrusts Bruce made into her ass. The restrained, impetuous goddess Harley had long-known was gone. This woman was like Harley. She enjoyed beingfucked.

Harley was circling her clit with her fingers—it was hard to pin down, slippery as it was, but she enjoyed the chase, the electric tingles as her fingers slid around it. She watched as Ivy did the same: meeting her eyes, Ivy reached down between her own legs. Red loosed a ragged gasp as she made contact; echoed by Harley as the blonde found her clit. Bruce was speeding up too, feeling all of their sensations combining and overlapping. Harley watching Ivy, Ivy watching Harley, him watching both of them. He went hard and fast into Ivy, leaning down close to the tangled nest their lovemaking had made of her hair.

"I'm gonna come," he whispered into her ear, and her hand quickened on her cunt and clit.

Harley sped up too, fingers dancing inside her.

Ivy's body was clamping down on Bruce, now seeming to want to keep him inside forever. There was no pain, just the feeling of the full measure of his cock, all the way inside up. She was actually compelled to push back, feel even more of him inside her.

Harley came first, so eager to please that she picked up on the urges of the other two and gave vent to them. Her head fell back, mouth open, drooling, legs spread to display her pussy to the world as it quivered in orgasm.

Then Ivy. She screamed so loud her voice went hoarse, her hips driving back against Bruce so violently that she actually moved him several inches. Then she came with thundering finality, her nectar so plentiful that Harley could see it coat her fingers anew every time she stroked herself.

Finally, Bruce buried himself in Ivy's ass, his cock virtually disappearing inside her to loosen an ejaculation that a dam couldn't stop. As soon as it hit Ivy, she was in its grip. She felt a second orgasm on top of her first, her mind no longer remotely her own, but a puppet being moved by the strings of Bruce Wayne and her own treacherous, well-pleasured body.

Finished, Bruce stood, his exit prompting an avalanche of jism to flow from Ivy's ravished ass. He looked down at Ivy, dazed and barely conscious, her holes gaping and her weak body still shaking with pleasure. A few meters away, Harley was in much the same state, her hands still clasped between her legs like she was trying to hold in the ecstatic sensation.

As for Bruce, his cock laid limp between his legs. "NowI think I could use that leaf of yours," he said. "If you're up for it."

Ivy rolled over, her heavy-lidded eyes struggling to focus on them. "Why wouldn't I be?" she demanded, before passing out.

Before he let, Bruce picked up Harley and deposited her limp body beside Ivy. The two women instinctively curled up into each other, Harley first, then Ivy.

***

Naked, Bruce walked to the kitchen. After sublimating his desires for so long, coming out of it meant he was famished. He drank the entire jug of orange juice in the refrigerator, then saw that someone had ordered pizza, even if the leftovers weren't to his liking.

Vegetables.

It surprised him, but he had to admit he'd taken pleasure in his time with Ivy. He hadn't been able to let himself enjoy it too much, but there'd been a definite satisfaction there. After so many years of Ivy trying to seduce him, her pheromones toying with his system, her body paraded before him as a constant temptation—it'd felt only right to finally take her. The same way he'd enjoyed Harley.

He'd always thought of this part of the marriage as an obligation, something he'd eventually trust Harley and Ivy to take care of on their own. But now that he was partaking, it occurred to him that this was a definite side benefit. No wonder Dick did it so often. It was wonderful for morale.

Bruce was just reaching for another slice when a hand grabbed it from him. Past the slim wrist, it was defined by a silver bracer.

"Interesting dinner attire," Diana, princess of the Amazons, said before taking a bite.

They looked each other over without a hint of self-consciousness. Bruce had no wish to hide what he'd been doing, no sense of modesty in either of them to be offended. Diana's costume had always been one-part the frame around the painting, designed to showcase her beauty as much as defend it. Even if that wasn't the note Bruce usually tried to strike, he wouldn't pretend it wasn't gratifying for the sight of him to be enjoyed by a beautiful woman, just as it had been with his wives.

"If you're here to object, I believe you're in the 'forever hold your peace' timeframe."

Diana swallowed her bite. "How could I object? The Amazon way has always been victory through love, not violence."

"You could be a great help to me then." Diana took a considering bite, breaking the tension of the proposal. Bruce did not take this as dissuading. "With you as my wife, riding herd on the others, we could focus on real threats. Talia al Ghul. Red Claw. Cheetah. Circe."

Diana smiled fondly at him. "I know you mean well... but that's exactly the reason I can't. The pressure I feel when you make that offer. Millions of women look up to me as a role model, and I have to show them that even if they're in the One Percent Fertile, it's alright for them not to take a husband. Not if it's something that isn't right for them."

Bruce cleared his voice of rancor. "I was under the impression I could be right for you."

She touched his cheek. "Bruce... you asked me to marry you so we could be parole officers together."

Her hand stayed at his face. "Funny. I was just thinking of how I'd changed. Harley, Ivy... they're exceptional women. Any man would be lucky to have them, provided they don't kill him. Maybe... I think you know more about being a good husband than me."

Diana pursed her lips. The Amazons did not take wives, but there were some who had found their way into her bed time and time again. She treasured them all. "I don't know Quinzel and Isley as well as I'd like. But underneath all the wars you've waged with them, they're still people. You can bribe them with your riches and rule them with your psychology. But eventually, they will need love."

"That's never come easy to me."

She leaned in to kiss his cheek. It felt oddly like a promise. "Let it come and it will. Underneathyourwars, you're human too."

When he looked at her, she was more beautiful than ever. "Those women who look up to you... do you also intend to show them that a woman can change her mind?"

"My mind is made up. I won't marry the Batman. But if Bruce Wayne asked..." She left the rest unspoken. "Now, I'd never suggest you don't have a situation under control, but is there anything I can do to help?" Her eyes darted to his ring finger. "Besides that?"

"I've never had a head for gift-giving, but could you pick up something appropriately extravagant for Master Patel, my yoga instructor from some years ago? Bill it to me, of course. If he asks, tell him it's in gratitude to him for teaching me the Kantic Trance. It came in very helpful just recently."

"Oh? You needed to meditate under any waterfalls?"

Therehadbeen a good deal of moisture involved. "Something like that."

Diana bowed formally. "I'll see to it. Thank you for allowing me to dine in your house, and my apologies for intruding without permission. I was merely concerned for your safety."

"No apology is needed, princess. You're always welcome here."

"And it's always a pleasure. Tell Harley that she may not have trained with real Amazons, but I would be glad to consider her a sister, if she wishes to go down that path. And let Ivy know that she may consider herself a god, but I've fought deities before. When my friends were threatened."

With a tight nod, Diana took flight. The skylight was open in the open room.

Bruce watched her go and thought about her words.

***

That night, Ivy woke up to find Harley wasn't lying at her side.

She was in Bruce's bedroom, traipsing with all her stealth through his door. She'd left her boxers back in the greenhouse—a fact that, unbeknownst to her, was causing Ivy a great deal of consternation—and her shirt billowed loosely about her body as she tip-toed toward the bed.