Batman Beyond: Inque Stain (Patreon)

Inque didn’t think of herself as angry. Sure, she resented the circumstances that had brought her into the world, the parents who couldn’t provide for themselves—let alone her. She was even a little sour about an illegal science experiment turning her into a freak of nature.

But she didn’t live to get even with the world like some reprobate. She just enjoyed herself and tried to make a little money doing what she was best at.

The two overlapped a lot. She enjoyed making money and she enjoyed being the best. And she enjoyed using others as she had been used; taking strong men and showing them that she was stronger. And there was no one stronger than Batman.

He had put up a good fight. But now she had him on his back, his arms and legs trussed up in the tentacles of her limbs, while she towered over him, enjoying their symmetry. They could’ve been mirror images of the other: her feminine, purely feminine, all vagaries and outlines, something elusively painting her as woman when objective perception was all slickness and smoothness and liquid.

Him, so male, so masculine, even with that veil of armor covering his every inch. It seemed so solid, yet skintight, defining his muscles instead of hiding them. Making it clear that there was something firm there, something very much not shadow.

Both of them androgynous and yet not, inhuman and yet not, an idea and also reality. It made them a good match. Inque hungered to experience more of him. Perhaps because the notion of there being a real man inside all that mystique reminded her there was a real woman inside what she had become.

For his part, Terry looked up at her, seeing the strange mix of shadow and shade, of indigo and black, that always struck him as both clothing and flesh. As nudity and yet something too inhuman to be nude. Still, seeing how the blackness gave way to a lighter shade of dark high on her curvy thighs, he looked away so as not to see the womanhood he half-expected to find between her legs.

“The World’s Greatest Detective,” she laughed. “Do they still call you that? It’s been a long time and I don’t think you’re the same man who used to wear the horns. Too young. Too vigorous. But not as smart as the old man. He wouldn’t have let me beat him.”

“He wouldn’t give you what you want and neither will I.”

“Oh? But you don’t even know what I want, world’s greatest.”

There was no mistaking the teasing tone in her voice, as subtly off-kilter as it was… vibrating out of vocal cords that weren’t quite the real thing.

Terry’s cock began to stiffen inside his suit.

“I know you’re not getting it,” he rasped.

“I’m getting whatever I want.”

Her pretty face was formed of one ink-blot on top of another. No hair, just the coloring of the liquid that swooped around her face. And no face, really, just the way she made her liquid form curve. The way everyone’s face was just their flesh curving around, forming shapes, but she had control of the shape she took down to the finest detail. And that made it meaningful that the form she wore was so beautiful. A magnification of the wanton smile she gave him; itself enough to make his prick jump.

She set her feet to each side of his head. Her supple legs made a wide vee. Terry could not help but look between them.

“Geez!” Terry gasped, seeing that there was more there than blackness. The liquid delineated into the petals of a cunt, blue-black within the obsidian shade that made up so much of her body.

His member throbbed madly.

“How many times have I sucked you in—swallowed you down?” Inque cooed, canting her hips in the surety he was looking. “That doesn’t have to be such a violent occurrence. Or if it does, it can at least be more… pleasurable.”

“Lady, you need to meet an artist. I don’t dabble in watercolors.”

“No, admit it. You’re fascinated by me. The woman who takes so many shapes: what’s her real form? And how does she really feel? I’ve wondered about you, Batman. All that anger—is bruising criminals the only way you let it out? Or is there a special someone out there who takes the edge off?”

“My edge doesn’t come off with you.”

Inque poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue. And try as he might, Terry could not help but think of the detail of the body she’d formed. Her mouth. Her tongue. The throat he saw within the delicate column of her neck. It was all so… simultaneous. This alluring woman and the liquid weapon she could become… one and the same… a double exposure, a Escheresque optical illusion that showed two images and both were true.

“I want to see what you have for me. If you’re not interested, I’m sure you’ll be soft and short. But I’m betting you’re hard for me, like you always are. Hard fists. Hard eyes. Not an ounce of sympathy—I don’t want it. I’m soft enough for both of us.”

It took very little focus for tendrils of Inque to break off and go down to his groin, seeping into the circuitry of the suit, opening it up link by link and connection by connection. With every little bit of progress she made, Inque’s lavender eyes sparkled in regard of Terry’s lap.

“You smell young. Like a high school locker room. Virile, too. I bet you could fuck right through me. Do you worry about that, with whatever cheerleader bimbo you’re seeing? Because you don’t have to worry with me. Fuck a hole in me, Batman. It’ll hurt a little, but I like it. And I guarantee you I’ll be the wettest cunt you’ve ever had.”

Finally Terry’s pants opened up. Finding herself panting a little, Inque eyed his stiff young cock when it came out and throbbed in the air.

“Mmm. Wish I had noticed that earlier. All the time I spent wrapping myself around you and I never got a grip on the most important part of all. Why did I bother with the bat when I could’ve had the man?”

“You’re crazy!” Terry said in a strained voice.

“A cock like that could drive anyone mad. What’s made it so hard, Batman? It wouldn’t be this, by any chance?”

With her eyes locked onto his throbbing erection, Inque sidled down in front of him and opened her thighs wide. Letting him feast his eyes on her pussy, her nakedness now rendered as accurately in her serpentine body as the anatomy on a glass sculpture.

“Holy slag,” Terry gasped, his cock growing even stiffer.

Inque smiled at him. “Glad I meet with your approval. Now let’s see what my tits do for you.”

With a thought, the coloring of her body rippled down from her ‘neckline,’ becoming a fair approximation of the blue-gray skin tone she gave her face. The change slid over her lush breasts. Terry’s eyes went wide; Inque tittered.

“Just your size, aren’t they?” she simpered. Then she cupped them in her hands to better display them to Terry. “Of course, I could make them bigger. But first, you’d have to do something for me.”

“Jesus,” Terry intoned thickly. “This isn’t happening. You’re not doing this.”

“Come on. A boy your age must be thinking of sex every minute of every day. That’s okay. I like being thought of like a piece of ass. It’s a nice break from being contained or studied. Knowing I make your cock hard is a real treat for me. And for anyone who has a hard cock for me.”

Terry still couldn’t believe this. The kids at school would sooner believe he was Batman than believe this. Inque, a literally heartless supervillain, not only wanted his cock hard, but wanted to use it.

Inque licked her lips; Terry could not stop looking at her bare body. “I would ask if you want to, but it doesn’t matter. Both because I already know you want to and because even if you didn’t, I would anyway. That’s the kind of fun bad girls get to have.”

“Do whatever you want,” Terry said, trying to make it a terse dismissal and not a pleading request.

“’Whatever I want’… I love doing that!” Seeing the look of youthful lust that was evident even through his mask, Inque reached down to take hold of his thick, throbbing cock.

Terry’s jaw dropped. He found himself grunting, gurgling deep in his throat, trying to keep from making noises as a woman stroked his swollen dick for the first time in his life. Instead, he made noises he’d never heard before.

“Slag! Slag!” Terry gasped, watching Inque’s fingers surround and stroke his throbbing manhood.

“Feels good, huh?” Inque asked. “It might as well. I’m not stopping. Not until I’d rather have that cock in my pussy than in my hand.” Her hand closed around the hotly pulsing length and she added, “Oh yes, you got a nice fat hard-on for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Terry said, it just slipping out in the same breath that he eagerly pushed his hips up so that more of his cock was in her hand.

“Do you come a lot when you jerk off?” she wanted to know. “Because you’ll come even more when you shoot for me.”