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“Still down here, I see?”

Bruce turned to see Diana approaching him, her gleaming armor and radiant skin like a stray ray of sunlight that had made its way into the stygian depths of his homebase. She wore her usual costume: golden tiara, silver bracers, red boots, and over her proud breasts the golden twin W that was her sigil.

The only other thing she wore was her star-spangled loincloth, the blue of which almost disappeared between her strong thighs in front and her thick buttocks in back. Around her waist, it was almost as insubstantial as the strings that held up her golden chestpiece.

“Where else would I be?” Bruce questioned her, knowing as he gave the retort what her answer would be.

“Up above. In the sun. Unwinding. As most warriors do when they have peace in which to relax. And even here in Gotham, you do have peace.”

Bruce frowned. He knew he shouldn’t, not at something as positive as the crime rate declining, but he couldn’t help it.

He could rarely help himself where Diana was concerned.

“Quiet, maybe. Peace, I’m not so sure.” Bruce shook his head. “No, crime is the product of an equation. No one’s done anything to change the variables. It doesn’t make sense for the outcome to be different.”

“Or perhaps this is an equation that even the great Dark Knight isn’t brilliant enough to see in its entirety.” Diana was close enough now, and Bruce turned fully enough from his computer, that she could reach out to his face and cup his cheek in her hand. “Just because you don’t fully understand this gift doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. And what one can enjoy, two can as well.”

A quick swipe of her invulnerable fingernail and the invisible strings that held her chestpiece in place were gone. It felt to the floor with a clang and there was Diana’s exquisite bosom, the same olive skin as the rest of her proclaiming that she tanned in the nude when her duties permitted. There was nothing Bruce could do but give in to the enticement of such a baring.

When she moved in to kiss him, he was quick and vigorous in his response. Diana moaned at the passion she met: “Aphrodite, give me strength…”

She pulled her loincloth aside. Bruce had already brought out his cock. She straddled his lap and felt him enter her, her eyes rolling back with a gasp at the fullness she experienced and kept experiencing, deeper and deeper. He left her nothing, not a single small crevice, that remained untouched. At the core of herself, she was his.

Diana squirmed her ass around. Her inner muscles convulsed around his prick, holding it in a warm embrace. She moaned and caressed the strong metal of Bruce’s cowl. Knowing she could unveil him but preferring not to.

“Is this your idea of peace?” Bruce asked her wryly.

“No,” she said quietly. “But there won’t be any rage left in your body by the time I’m done.”

Her sex did amazing things wrapped around his cock. He felt the rush of her heated blood through Diana’s inner walls. The muscles at the core of her were squeezing and caressing all of his length. For the first time in a long while, Bruce heard Diana breathing hard. There seemed even more of her delectable femininity without the chestpiece in the way; her womanhood was a volcanic cauldron that he’d brought to life.

“Lie there while I fuck you,” she said softly. “Don’t try to hold back. Come when you’re ready. I certainly will.” She smiled. “And I want you properly motivated for whenever you’re on top.”

All of her carnal urges were in evident. Bruce could feel them within her, crying out to be fulfilled, the perfect marble of her body now aflame with how she wished to be satisfied. Her pussy remained tight, but became wetter and more pliant while she stroked up and down. Her mouth fell open and she panted. She squeezed her eyes shut. Concentration furrowed her brow like she were committing to memory this first delicious taste of his maleness.

Diana brought herself up his length and sank down on it again. Again and again, quickly, taking full advantage of how many inches his stiff prick gave her to fill herself with. Then she leaned over him, her hands on the back of his chair. Her breasts bared in his face.

Bruce wrapped his arms around her, the Amazon shuddering at the feel of tough armor embracing her. Gloved hands caressed her smooth back and toned ass. She pressed her left nipple into his mouth and delighted that he sucked it like a man who knew how.

With open eyes, Diana looked down on the man she’d mounted. Her hips flew up and down, faster and faster, until it was like she was pumping him with her very womanhood. Maddened with lust, she surrendered completely to the passion she knew she could feed forever with this virile man.

Bruce thrust his hips up to meet her riding, giving her his cock with all of his strength. He couldn’t believe the harshness of her fucking, the way she grinded her body and worked her ass to test him to the limit. It was like Diana knew exactly how much to demand of him to get herself off. She bucked up and down, her lush breasts jiggling and blurring, her mouth an endless source of moans as she approached her first climax.

The nipple in his mouth was thick and full and pliant. Her other breast rubbed against his face, a velvet cushion—suddenly, Bruce wished he could rip his gloves off, his costume, be skin against skin with Diana and have the totality of her sensuality.

But that could wait. Right now, she wanted the Bat.

“Mmm, that’s the way, my prince,” she cooed. “Give it to me… oh yes… great Hera, yes! Oh, Bruce, your cock is magnificent! Harder and more mighty than the weapons forged by Hephausteus! Thrust, male, thrust hard! Show me all that woman-tamer of yours can do!”