Batman: Trials of the Amazons - 7 (Patreon)

It was not very often that Yara Flor was put on her back. Even less often that it was at the hands of a mortal man.

The burning of her cheeks wasn’t from rage or embarrassment or even shame. It was blossoming from the same heat tormenting the rest of her body - and the wicked aching of her well-fucked cunt. Every nerve thrummed under her skin, pulsing white-hot. A million distractions that kept her from remembering her Amazon pride.

The biggest distraction of all loomed over her. The fat, mortal cock that had brought her to a screaming fit. It held her gaze as it hung there, inches over her face, long and hard and swaying in the air, still slicked with her own arousal. The balls hung lower, heavy and virile. Yara shivered, still feeling the first helping of seed it left inside her, potent and thick. Their owner was cast in shadow, such that she could only make out the pits of his eyes, the faintest details of his muscled body, as he straddled her face.

He seemed more like a god than a mortal then. Smelled like it, too. Gods, the odor of that cock, those balls, the scent of him and her smeared together all along the shaft. An exquisite twinge between her legs had Yara whining.

“Foda-se…” She breathed out, stirring on her back. She closed her thighs together, dragging her fingers over her bare belly. The cock above swayed just so, spasming from its owner’s heartbeat. Her tongue went to glide over her lips, tasting sweat and slick that was not yet there. “Por favor, bring that dick down here. Let me taste you.”

Bruce responded with nothing but a tilt of his head and a glint in his eyes. Cabrão was enjoying this, having her on her back, beneath him, begging him. Yara burned inside, but the burn was so, so delicious, frothing the blood in her veins.

He tormented her with silence for a while longer, letting his cock hang right over her face. All Yara could do was writhe on her back and whine pitifully, with Bruce’s hard, tempting flesh just out of reach. She could have flung him off with ease, of course, put the Cabrão on his back and taken what her body burned for. But that wasn’t part of her game. Here on her back, pinned beneath his weight and muscle, she was feeling what it was like to be a woman of Man’s World.

Bruce gave her yet another taste, choosing mercy as he finally brought his manhood down to her waiting mouth. The length of him came to rest upon her face, warm and heavy and stinking of sweat and cum and slick. It was his balls that fell upon her lips first and she could not resist the urge to taste, tonguing the bulbs as her mouth latched onto them.

Her reward was instant in the tingling upon her taste buds - as well as the trembling of his thighs and the deep breaths working the muscles of his chest and stomach. Yara’s happy hum rocked from her throat, straight into Bruce’s balls. She let him feel her delight in the lashings of her tongue, making his breathing all the more ragged.

“Mmmm. Lucky Man.” She slurred, releasing his wettened stones from her mouth. “Lucky that I let you do this to me.”

“Can’t… disagree…” He breathed slowly. The sound of a man stricken with feeling.

Yara offered up a smile, though he could only see half with his cock still resting upon her face. The shine in his eyes seemed to burn brighter now. Perhaps he found the sight of her like this enticing.

“If my queen could see me now…” She mused softly, humming again. She nuzzled his hardened prick, letting the thick scent carry deep into her nostrils, shuddering as the odor of man sent another surge through her flesh and bones. “I wonder… Did you treat Artemis this way? The Princess, too?”

Bruce’s cock stirred atop her face.

“The Princess…” He muttered quietly before a groan rumbled deep in his chest.

“You don’t remember? She brought you here. Brought you to me.” Yara pressed a tiny, teasing kiss to the underside of his cock. It stirred yet again - and her heart fluttered right along with it.

“I… I remember.”

Yara decided to test that. With her tongue. Surely it was a formidable man who could focus while a woman coated the underside of his cock with a fresh coat of warm saliva. The taste of him was even stronger, thick and salty and mingled with what Yara herself had left behind. It was as much a delight as hearing him groan.

“Do you?” She pressed him, kissing where she licked, teasing his spasming shaft with the softness of her lips. “Do you remember why you’re here?”

She could see the tension in his body, the strain on his face as he tried to think. Grasping for the answer beyond the veil of pleasure she’d swept over him.

“A… A test.” Bruce breathed in sharply, like the word had struck him. Yara saw clarity blinking in the depths of his eyes. “Artemis tested my stamina. And you…”

“Yes? Tell me.”

A moment of thought. The effort was clear on his face, searching through the fog of his own mind. Then…

“My heart.” He answered confidently. His eyes gleamed with pride. “Your trial was of the heart.”

“Was? It’s not over yet, handsome.” Yara eased his cock to the side, letting him see her daring smirk. Yet the damned thing seemed to taunt her in turn, twitching against her cheek.

“Thought I already passed.”

“Uh-uh.” Yara shook her head. She eased her hand out from under Bruce, gently cradling his length to the side of her face. Gods, the size of him… “If the test was fucking me, I’d give you top marks. But this is about your heart, sim? This is about love. Do you love me?”

“Yes.” He grunted. The word seemed to rock through his flesh and bones. For Yara, it coiled through her insides like a snake bathed in joyous flame.

He loves me. The thought rang through her head, each toll more delightful than the last. Which made the echo all the more bitter. But he is not mine to love.

Her sex burned hot and yearned fiercely. How exquisite would it be to let this man, this cock ruin her for every night to come? The dream thrilled her… but Yara could not forget her promise. She could not forget her dear sister.

And if this mortal is the man Diana says he is, neither will he.

“Then you’ll marry me, sim? You want to make me your wife?” Yara asked. And waited.

Bruce breathed. He cut the figure of a god in Yara’s eyes, down on her back with that fat prick and heavy balls hanging over her face. He would speak and his word would be truth.

“...No.”

It stung more than Yara thought it would. Sharpness straight to her poor, racing heart. Yet it was not enough to diminish the glee she felt for her sister.

“And why not, meu amor? After you’ve fucked me like this, for half a day?”

There came that strain again, falling across his handsome face. The tightness about his eyes, the knotting of his brow, the clenching of his jaw. Like his own body was fighting the words building in his throat.

“Because… my heart… belongs to… to…” Bruce huffed with effort. No doubt the war within was fierce. The man was reaching, reaching deep for the truth. For a name. “It belongs to Diana.”

The man blinked. In an instant, the strain vanished from his face, replaced with the brightness of clarity. In the stunning blue of his eyes, it only served to make him even more beautiful - in the way men were.

Yara’s heart was light yet again, swelling with joy. It was almost a match for the passion boiling in her blood.

“Very good, Bruce. Very good. You’ve proven your love is stronger than my brew.” She smiled, drumming her fingers softly along the side of his cock. She turned her face to nuzzle him, letting the odor of man overwhelm her senses once again. Potent enough to send a quiver between her legs. “Now before I give you the remedy… shall I finish my work down here? We can’t have you walking around the palace with a distraction like this, can we?”

Bruce’s cock gave another twitch, sending the swollen crown batting against her forehead. The damned thing demanded the sweetness of her mouth again.

The man himself let out an interested grunt.

“Might as well.”

-  -  -

Yara dressed slowly, of course. On Themyscira, they had no shame for their bodies and thus no shame for nudity. A benefit that Bruce’s gaze was reaping and reaping and reaping.

Not that Yara had anything to be ashamed about to begin with. Not with that body. An Amazon’s body. Full-figured and fit, soft there, taut here. A marriage of power and fertility. All in that rich, dark, flawless skin.

A familiar warmth roused in Bruce’s gut. He swore he’d gotten his fill when he was fucking Yara on the sparring mat.

He had hoped empty balls - and Yara’s remedy - would grant him a clear mind. Still, he found his eyes wandering. Lingering effects of Yara’s brew, he figured.

“Strong stuff you gave me.” He muttered, tugging his shirt back on. They’d both toweled off, but some remnants of sweat remained, making the fabric stick to his skin.

“It was necessary.” Yara replied casually, slipping her dress back over her shoulders. Finally hiding her breasts away. She turned to him then, adjusting the silk. “The trial would have been worthless if it did not challenge you.”

“And the sex?”

Yara shrugged. A simple gesture that did interesting things to her chest - Bruce could just make out the outline of her bosom against the silk of her gown.

“It was part of the challenge. Your love had to be strong to withstand such overwhelming lust.”

“Overwhelming is right.” Bruce let out a long exhale. He rolled his shoulders, fighting back a wince as the soreness began to creep into his joints and muscles. The price of going to bed - or the floor - with an Amazon. “Sure as hell gonna feel this in the morning.”

“You’ll be fine. A man as stubborn as you…” Yara made no effort to hide the appreciation in her gaze. “For what it’s worth, I think Diana chose well. I might even be a little jealous…”

The way she was looking at him now, she may as well have been prowling forth like a panther. The trial was supposed to be over, wasn’t it?

Ah, hell.

“Afraid I can’t help you with that.” Bruce told her, firmly but not unkindly.

Yara was quiet for a moment. Then she broke into a snicker. 

“Even if it is your fault. Hold your head high, mortal. Two trials passed in two days. I hope for Diana’s sake you can keep that streak going.”

“You and me both.” Bruce let himself relax - as much as his body would allow. The heat in his gut had spread to his loins again, keeping his prick from wilting completely. 

What the hell is it with this island…?

Was it the air? The water? The soil? Or maybe it was the obvious answer. The women. 

Amazons. Ageless. Proud. Impossibly strong. Impossibly gorgeous. Perfect creatures, blessed by the gods. What could one man do against so much… feminine energy?

Bruce fought back a grimace. He was growing hard again - and his blessings weren’t the type to be hidden even by his loose sweatpants.  He cleared his throat, turning from Yara as he headed for the chamber door.

“I don’t suppose you could give me a hint for the next challenge?” He called back to her, taking on a casual tone.

“All I say is: rest up.” Yara sent back. He could hear the smile in her voice. “You’re going to need the energy.”

Bruce paused at the door. The tent in his sweats stirred some, his mind already racing with thoughts of what awaited him tomorrow. More lips, more thighs, more rocking hips, and swinging breasts. More sweat and screams and hot, aching flesh.

“Hm.” Bruce cast a look over his shoulder. Yara remained where she had been, still watching him. But her look… her smile… like she knew what she was doing to him, just with her words. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you Amazons were trying to break me.”

“We are.” The dark-haired temptress admitted with muted glee. “But you continue to surprise us. Sleep well, Bruce Wayne. Tomorrow, you face trial… and another Amazon.”