The Bat and The Bird. Chapter Three.

A continuation of the story commissioned by a Patron.

After Harper injures her wrist she is forced to stay behind whilst Kate patrols Gotham's streets. Left to her own devices, Harper decides to surprise her lover when she comes home.

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“Harper, I’m home.” Batwoman called, closing the window she’d come through and drawing the curtains.

There was no response and she frowned. “Harper? Hello?”

A quiet sound came from the playroom as she stepped out of her boots. 

Kate raised an eyebrow under her mask. Either someone had broken into the apartment and had stumbled into the BDSM heaven she kept, or Harper was waiting for her. She certainly hoped for the latter but tapped her gauntlet just to be sure.

There had been no security breaches.

Kate’s lip curled into a pleased smile.

Harper whined at the sound of the door, her head rising to stare blindly to where Kate stood. She was kneeling on a plump cushion, having donned some enticing lingerie and a soft blindfold tied snug around her eyes. 

This evening’s choice was not one of the latex numbers, instead a soft, pale blue babydoll draped daintily over her body. Kate bit her lip, admiring Harper’s figure through the semi-transparent lace, her broad hips and powerful thighs, the subtle swell of her sweet little tits, the gentle quiver of her lower lip as she anticipated Kate’s response to her surprise. Even the bulky cast on Harper’s right wrist couldn’t lessen her submissive allure.

Kate had wasted no time having her measured for her own wardrobe, and now Harper had almost as many slutty get-ups as Kate had herself. It was strange how wearing a costume could give her such a thrill after all her time as a vigilante, but fuck if Harper didn’t love squeezing herself into one of the costumes her mistress had so generously gifted her.

“Well well well.” Kate purred, slipping into domspace as easily as she shed her cloak, letting the weighted fabric fall heavily to the floor. “What a lovely surprise to come home to.”

“H… how was your patrol?” Harper asked before quickly adding, “Ma’am.”

“Slow, just the usual petty thugs.” Kate purred, removing her cowl and shaking her hair free. “And how was your day, pet?”

“Um… quiet.” Harper said quietly, following Kate’s voice as the older woman paced around the room.

“How are the online courses going?”

Harper’s cheeks flushed. She’d felt guilty enough about Kate having her in her home, training her, caring for her, treating her to regular nights of passion with items and concepts Harper had never even heard of before. Now Kate was even paying for her to take online courses at Gotham University.

“You really didn’t have to.” Harper mumbled for the countless time.

“I enjoy spoiling you.” Kate smirked, stroking a hand over Harper’s scalp before tightening her grip on her hair. “But not enough to forgive your rudeness.”

“Ah! S… sorry ma’am.” Harper whimpered, biting her lip as Kate’s grip loosened and fondly petted her head. “I’m very grateful, Ma’am.”

“Good girl.” Kate purred before gently untying the blindfold. “I appreciate the initiative, pet, but I've had a long night.”

“Oh.” Harper blushed. “Right… course.”

Kate smiled at her awkwardness, caressing her cheek before pinching her chin. “No need for the long face.” She breathed, stooping to press a gentle kiss to Harper’s lips. “What I’m in the mood for is a nice, relaxing evening with my faithful pet.” She straightened up and placed her hands on her hips, “Undress me.”

“Yes ma’am.” Harper said with a nervous edge to her voice, rising up on her knees and bringing her nimble fingers to Kate’s belt. Even with only her left at peak performance she made quick work of the buckle and brought the heavy red loop to the ground. Kate’s gauntlets were next, the straps undone clumsily and then tugged off one after the other. The top of her suit was undone from the front, a central zip tugged down as Harper blushed and stared up at Kate’s patient expression. The layers of armour clicked apart and finally spread, baring Kate’s abs and sweat-licked skin.

“Oh… w… wow.” Harper mumbled, coming face-to-face with Kate’s abs. They were always an impressive sight but just after a night-long workout when they were stark and sweaty, they were hypnotic.

“Don’t get distracted.” Kate growled.

“Sorry ma’am.” Harper nodded quickly before turning attention to Kate’s pants, peeling the snug fabric from muscular thighs and tugging them down until her mistress stepped neatly out and took her by the scalp. “Uh?” Harper managed to gasp before her chin was tipped up and her face pressed snug between Kate’s thighs. 

Kate pulled her underwear to the side and forced Harper deep against her sex and the girl moaned at the sudden heat, the supple skin and taut muscle caressing her cheeks as her lips met Kate’s. Harper’s pointed nose found itself nuzzled in the neatly trimmed landing strip of scarlet above Kate’s cunt as her tongue obediently slithered out and pressed flat to her mistress’ petals. Sweat and exertion amplified the familiar scent and taste of Kate’s pussy, making Harper moan and tremble beneath her.

“There we are.” Kate smiled, breath hitching as Harper set to work. “Ah, I’ll never get tired of seeing those big blue eyes staring up at me.”

Harper mumbled softly, flushing dark as she gripped Kate by the thighs, tongue delving deep into her womanhood, flicking and swirling and doing every trick Kate had meticulously taught her over many passionate nights of submissive education.

Kate tousled Harper’s hair as the girl put her all into her work, blushing almost as red as Kate’s hair as she gorged on the familiar taste of her owner’s arousal. It was lovely, but only a warmup, and once she was ready Kate pulled Harper from between her thighs to a mew of protest. Harper’s tongue still lolled, trailing a thin string of Kate’s arousal and her spit as she panted up at her mistress in confusion. “Wh… wasn’t… I doing a good job?” she asked, lip quivering.

“You were doing fine.” Kate smirked cruelly. “Now, take off my underwear.”

“Yes ma’am.” Harper nodded, ducking her face back to Kate’s pussy and taking her panties between her teeth. Kate laughed as her pet dragged her underwear down to her ankles, pressing a few affectionate kisses to her feet after she’d dropped the panties like a dog with a chew-toy.

“Now the bra.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Harper rose slowly, making her way up Kate’s body with kisses and licks and the occasional curious sniff. The salt of Kate’s sweat was intoxicating, and Harper found herself wishing she could lick every last inch of pale alabaster flesh her mistress had. Soft kisses were peppered over Kate’s thigh and belly before Harper reached her breasts, fumbling with the clasp resting just over her cleavage for a moment before succeeding in snapping it open. As Kate easily shrugged her bra aside her breasts swung free, a sight that made Harper whimper with need.

She pressed close, nuzzling her face between her mistress’ tits and hugging her tight. Kate indulged her for a few moments before landing a harsh smack to a plump asscheek that made her pet yelp.

“I didn’t say you were allowed to touch my breasts, pet.” She growled, taking Harper by the jaw and walking her to the bed. She gave the trembling thing a sharp push that sent her tumbling onto her back. “That’s going to cost you.”

“I’m sorry ma’am… I couldn’t resist.” Harper whined. “Forgive me?”

“You’ll have to earn forgiveness.” Kate tutted, stepping onto the bed and pressing Harper down with one foot.

“Whatever you want.” Harper nodded.

“Always reliable.” Kate sighed, kneeling down and sitting herself down on Harper’s face. “Get to work pet, maybe once you’ve finished, I’ll let you cum.”

“Yhs mhyym.” Harper managed from beneath her ass, gingerly taking Kate by the hips and pressing her tongue back into her mistress’ welcoming hole.

Kate sighed softly as Harper set to work, brushing her hands over her hair before stroking them down her body, petting her breasts before resting on her thighs. She rolled her hips gently to match the ravenous licks Harper delivered to her sopping petals, but kept her moans hushed to keep Harper from knowing what a good job she was doing.

As Harper spread her thighs to show off her own gushing pussy, Kate surveyed the playroom thoughtfully. After a little over two months of her mentorship with her young pet they had barely made a dent into the vast stores of toys and fantasies Kate had stored over her years. Crops and plugs and clamps all lay untouched in their places, outfits that had never been worn hung neat in the wardrobes. If she only had the chance, she’d love to take a vacation from her work and spend a week taking Harper through every perverted fantasy the items that lined the walls afforded.

She could imagine Harper in her latex maid’s uniform, blushing and drooling around a ball gag as she slipped bead after bead into her tight young asshole. Or the girl lashed to an x-frame, her nipples clamped and her eyes rolling as the tiny, powerful little egg-vibrators snug inside her turned up to eleven. Or Harper’s plump, heart-shaped rump bearing a long, coiling cat’s tail, plugged firmly into her ass, the girl made to crawl and mew and lick obediently at her owner’s feet until Kate finally indulged her by letting her taste her pussy.

Kate purred and chewed her lip, one hand raking through Harper’s bright hair as she began to roll her hips a little faster. Harper’s moans and grunts of lust were coming faster now too, her delight at being able to feast on Kate’s nectar quickly overwhelming the part of her urging restraint and finesse in favour of pure, unfiltered passion. It was always sweet to see Harper blush and get all flustered at her teases, but Kate wouldn’t change a thing about her dear pet. Her terror at letting Kate down was a little worrying, but no less adorable when it led to Harper stammering and blushing and avoiding eye contact, only for Kate’s affection to make her glow and blush all the more.

“Hah.” Kate gasped, feeling her climax roll through her suddenly. Her grip tightened on Harper’s hair and the girl whined, jerking her hips upwards as Kate’s nectar flowed over her tongue, sharp and tart but sweet as honey. “Oh… fuck.”

She remained in place for a few moments before rolling to one side, sighing and smiling to herself as Harper licked her lips and cautiously cuddled close. “Was… that good?”

“Wonderful, pet.” Kate smiled tiredly. “Would you mind if… we put this session on hold until morning?”

Harper looked disappointed for an instant before smiling and nodding.

“No, that’s ok.” Harper said. “You’re really that tired?”

“Come here.” Kate sighed, taking Harper by the waist and tugging her tight to her belly. Her head pillowed by Kate’s breasts; Harper let out a low, happy breath as her lover’s fingers laced over her belly. “It was a long day, that’s all.”

“I heard you leave at seven.” Harper nodded quietly, a shiver running down her spine as Kate kissed the back of her neck. “Where did you go?”

“Nowhere important, just had errands to run.” Kate hummed. “How’s the wrist?”

“It only hurts if I knock it.” Harper pouted, noting how quickly Kate switched subjects.

“Well it’s a valuable lesson in knowing who and what to punch. You may well be able to lay out your average goon, but Croc’s hide is tough as stone.”

“Believe me, I know.” Harper winced.

“You’re not having trouble typing?”

“No.” Harper laughed softly, “No I’m fine.”

“I’m glad to hear it love.” Kate whispered, squeezing Harper tightly and pressing her nose to her nape. “I know you’re not used to relying on other people, but I’m happy to get you whatever you need.”

“I know.” Harper whispered back, reaching to caress the crimson hair behind her head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love.” Kate sighed sleepily, her eyes closing and her grip on Harper loosening into a gentle, unconscious embrace.

Harper smiled and snapped her fingers to shut off the lights, pressing back against Kate as the older hero cuddled her tight.