Batwoman: Conquered - 2

Touchdown was boots sliding and gravel flying. 

Her batcave was the apartment rooftop and the pigeons made better company than bats. Bruce might have thought that heresy, but this little slice of Gotham belonged to Kate. Her turf, her rules.

Secret passage led her down into the equipment stockpile, the computer room, the med station. A specialized compartment. Not in any of the building schematics. From there it was another secret passage into the apartment itself. Kate wasn’t so lax that she’d use the actual stairwell. If there was anything Bruce impressed upon her, it was the need for secrecy. 

Though even that lesson wasn’t all encompassing.

Kate had someone waiting for her. A woman who understood the demands of this life… and who was all too happy to help her decompress.

That sweetness was on Kate’s mind as the pieces of her suit fell away. Motivation to help her along. All those clasps and buckles… she’d never opened them up faster.

Stripped down to a tank top and athletic briefs, both in black, Kate was free and limber now. Sighing, she lifted her arms in a long stretch. Satisfaction spread out through her body. Batwoman was discarded all over the floor. There’d be time to clean it up later. Kate Kane had a date.

Home was dim lights and the television playing on mute. Soft music rolling on low volume. The scent of burning incense. The only thing missing from the picture was-

“You sure didn’t waste any time.”

Kate grinned. The sound of Maggie’s voice was always pleasing to the ear. Accompanied was the sound of bare feet padding against the floor, drawing up from behind.

“You told me to get my pretty ass over here, didn’t you?” Kate said as she turned. Her smile grew. So did the stirring in her core.

True to her word, Maggie wore not a stitch of clothing. The fit, shapely blonde sauntered up with a saucy smirk, bold and shameless and proud in her nudity. A spring in her step. Plenty of alluring bounce to admire. A most welcome sight after an evening prowling the streets of Gotham.

“That I did. You’re damn good at following orders, Ms. Kane.” Maggie hummed as she pressed in close, sliding her arms around Kate’s neck.

“Only when I like them.” Kate murmured. Her hands fell upon Maggie’s bare waist. The delight of a warm, lush body under her palms was without peer. Only Maggie’s lips were more tempting.

It was a long kiss. A deep kiss. Kate wanted her fill and took it.

Maggie was of a similar mind. All too willing to offer up all she had, so too did she crave. It was clear in the urgency of how she pulled at Kate’s scant coverings. One hand slipping under her top, nimble fingers groping at Kate’s breast. The other hand slipped under her black briefs, urging them down over Kate’s hips, over the swell of her toned ass.

It still wasn’t quick enough for Kate’s liking. The redhead took over, shrugging away the scraps of dark cloth with impatient grunts. Naked, Kate swept Maggie back into her arms. Another kiss. Hungrier. She tasted of Maggie’s sweet mouth. It would only sate her for so long. Kate craved more.

She dipped down to Maggie’s throat next. Loved how the woman in her arms moaned, how she writhed that body against hers.

“Oooooh. Someone’s eager.” Maggie cooed, threading fingers through Kate’s long, damp hair.

“Been waiting all fucking day for this.” Kate growled. She dragged her tongue over this beautiful creature’s neck, grazed her teeth over the wet welt left behind. All the while, she was palming Maggie’s ass. A nice and firm tush, perfect and spankable. Kate grabbed and squeezed, doing as her heart demanded. She loved how Maggie whimpered. Kate pressed her thigh between Maggie’s legs, slapping her palms down onto those cheeks. All hers.

Her pretty blonde hissed. Lovely sound. She put her hands atop Kate’s head, urging her down. Kate took the direction with glee. Went down. Mouthed those full, succulent tits. A damn juicy pair, even juicier than Maggie’s ass. They deserved the attention. And Kate deserved to enjoy them.

Maggie was a sweetheart to offer up those hard, pink nipples. Kate licked, circling her tongue around the little studs. Her reward was Maggie shaking in her arms, moaning so perfectly. Music in the air.

Kate wanted to hear more of that sweetness. With her thigh between Maggie’s legs, she could feel how wet the blonde was. Wet and hot and yearning for stimulation. Kate inched back, allowing just enough space to slip her hand between their bodies. Fingers replaced her thigh at Maggie’s cunt, those slender digits working upon soft, slick lips.

Another bout of sweet music rose up from Maggie’s throat. Kate’s fingers worked softly at first, then quickened their strokes as they dipped deeper into that velvet heat. Probing, stroking, stirring up Maggie’s sweet pussy into a molten core.

“Shit, Kate.” Maggie let out a gasp as she clung to her lover. Tension snapped through her body then spilled away just as quickly, her body sent wild just from Kate’s deft hand.

“Too fast? Too hard?” Kate asked, concerned. She slowed her work but kept her fingers buried in Maggie’s sex.

“Fuck no. Keep going. Fuck me.” Maggie shot back, her voice blistering with need. Her own hands were still tangled in Kate’s hair, using her grip to tug her in for a kiss. It was deep, frantic, and hungry.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Kate growled as they broke apart.

Still fingering the moaning blonde, the dutiful heroine began trailing kisses downward. First was affection paid to the woman’s throat, then to her breasts for a second time. Kate helped herself to those hard pink nipples again, flicking her tongue over both peaks before moving on down to Maggie’s tummy. Flat and firm it was, but near as defined as Kate’s own stomach. The lines of Maggie’s abdomen were faint but visible, showing a pleasing dedication to fitness. Kate showed her admiration in the form of teasing swipes of her tongue and gentle bites around her cute navel.

All the while, her fingers never stopped working. Maggie was soaking wet between the legs now. Kate loved how her girl moaned, how she squirmed. She knew by now that her pretty blonde was aching for the main event.

Kate had dropped down to her knees, kneeling between Maggie’s legs. Her focus was centered on glistening pink. She’d pulled her fingers free and they were coated in slick. Kate thought to suck them clean but decided she wanted a true taste. The scent of arousal was thick, the musk of neediness  sweeping into Kate’s nostrils and making her head spin. 

Maggie needed her touch… and Kate needed to feast.

The redhead put her face between the blonde’s supple thighs and filled her mouth with pussy.

She dragged her tongue over those warm, slick folds. The taste of Maggie graced her mouth and made her moan. Yet there was nothing more satisfying than feeling her pretty blonde writhe, hearing Maggie gasp as if her tongue was the touch of god.

The fingers in Kate’s hair tightened their grip. Maggie was whimpering now, urging her hips forth, offering up more pussy for Kate’s lapping tongue.

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s it baby… That’s your pussy, baby…”

Heat burned through those words. The strain in Maggie’s voice was most pleasing to hear. Kate groaned, satisfied. At the flavor, at Maggie’s vocal delight, at the warmth and softness of the splendid body in her arms. Kate flattened her tongue over Maggie’s clit and so loved how it made the blonde shudder.

This was a perfect moment. Nothing could ruin it.

-  -  -

An apartment building. That’s where his Batwoman finally came to a stop.

It wasn’t easy following her in his shitbox van, trying to keep pace with the speed of her grapple gun and gliding wings. Somehow he managed to tail her all the way to… her home? Her headquarters?

Eddie would find out which soon enough. He just had to get to the roof. Not of her building - the one across the way. It was too risky to get that close.

Fifteen flights of stairs. Less than he had to deal with back at Falcone’s but still a pain in the ass. At least at Falcone’s he was heading down rather than up. Gravity did half the work.

The ache was back in his legs by the time he reached the top. Lungs were starting to burn, too. He pushed the discomfort aside and shoved the door open. Waded out into the rooftop cold. The lady in her tower awaited.

Gravel crunched under foot as he went to the edge of the roof. His gaze was fixed on the high-rise apartment across the gap. A nice enough place, certainly better than Eddie’s own digs, but nowhere near as ritzy as Falcone’s penthouse suite. More humble than he expected from a bonafide superheroine. 

The lights were on. She was home - if this was even her floor. And if this place was hers to begin with. The truth would come with a closer look.

Eddie pulled out his binoculars. It was damn lucky that he managed to hang on to them in the chaos of his escape. Excitement bristled at the back of his neck as he brought them up to. He peeked through, scanning across the windows.

The sight that he settled on had his breath catching in his throat. Even against the evening chill there was warmth blossoming in his chest.

Eddie hadn’t known what to expect. Maybe that he’d catch his bat beauty out of her suit? A part of him had hoped to see her at least half-naked. He wanted to see the figure that left his crew groaning on the floor. He wanted to see what kind of woman could make a grown man cry like that.

A skinshow. That’s what he wanted. A base desire from the simpler, more primal corner of his mind. 

Right now he was getting all that and more.

He could see his brave heroine. Red was in the buff, a delight to behold even if it was just from the back. He drank in every inch of that fit body, entranced by the workings of the lean muscles lining her back and shoulders. Solid, taut, but not bulging. Those were her arms, strong yet sleek. 

The muscles were expected… yet the feminine was equally clear. Especially so in the width of her hips, the fullness of her thighs. Eddie couldn’t quite see her breasts, yet they were round and plump enough that the very edges of those swells peeked around her flanks. Not just firm muscle there, but alluring softness. Most enchanting was her ass. A perfect peach, firm and taut yet looking so deliciously plump.  Eddie wanted to take a bite out of it.

All those carnal thoughts raced through in the space of a second. Then came the real shock. Eddie’s mind finally registered the full scene of what his eyes were seeing.

The Batwoman wasn’t alone. She had a guest - and she had this guest pinned against the apartment wall. Pinned with her mouth, her face buried between the woman’s legs. Yes, the woman. Unmistakably a woman. The blonde’s femininity was even more obvious and opulent than Red’s. Fit, yes, but not near as toned and solid as the brave heroine’s figure. First and foremost, Blondie was womanly. Full-figured and so lush in her softness it was no wonder Red was feasting upon those curves.

Eddie was rooted to the spot, eyes locked on his targets - just as his targets were locked together. Neither could see him - neither would ever think to look for him. They were a world away, swept up in the delights of each other’s touch. Red was feasting on cunt and tit and sweet womanly flesh. Blondie was writhing, gasping, moaning - no doubt she was, with her mouth open like that. Eddie burned the sight to memory… though in the darker corners of his mind, he knew memory would sate him for only so long.

Between his legs, in his pants, Eddie was hard as steel. Red hot, like a bar taken fresh from the forge. His heart hammered and boiling blood surged through his fat prick. It was the biggest and hardest his cock had ever felt. Like he was seconds from ripping right through his pants.

All just from watching Red and Blondie. It felt right that his brave Batwoman was with another woman. He imagined spying her with another man… and immediately forced the thought away with a frown.

Eddie made a decision then. A choice born in the deepest, darkest pit of his mind. 

The Batwoman was already his. She just didn’t know it yet.