Bat, Cat, Bewitched

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"First off, I'd like to say I'm really, really sorry. Really. I was just stopping by for a visit-"

"Do you make a habit of peeping through people's windows?" Bruce crossed his arms, staring down Zatanna as she sat guiltily upon one of the living room sofas. His face was hard, his eyes cold and scrutinizing - but it was exceedingly difficult to maintain his serious facade dressed only in sweatpants. 

Selina was a little better, having thrown on a bathrobe of black silk - though it came down only to her mid-thigh, leaving most of her legs bare. He could hear his lover pacing behind him, bare feet padding against the polished wooden floor.

"Bruce, you're tense." Selina told him.

"I am?" Bruce's response was flat. He never took his eyes off of Zatanna. The raven-haired witch squirmed in her seat, occasionally meeting his gaze before flicking her eyes away.

"You are." Selina had drawn closer. Bruce could feel her hovering at his back. He felt her touch next, a small hand at his shoulder. Her voice became pointed. "Which defeats the purpose of what we were doing."

Zatanna winced.

"Are you mad?" She asked them in a quiet voice.

Selina moved around to Bruce's side, her warm hands sliding around his tense arms. He forced his eyes off of Zatanna, finding Selina wearing the faintest of smiles. Her look was teasing but in there Bruce also found silent admonishment. You're being too tough, she was telling him.

"No." Bruce finally answered. He let out a short sigh. "I'm… frustrated."

Selina snorted softly. Her fingers squeezed gently at his forearm.

"Relax. You're acting like we've never been caught in the act before." The Cat's words were colored with humor… and a playful wickedness. A normal man would have had his heart racing. Bruce felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Out in the city." He reminded the woman beside him. "Getting caught is always a risk out there. Not in the comfort of my own home."

"If it means anything…" Zatanna cut in, drawing Bruce's attention back to her. Her eyes were dancing between him and Selina, back and forth before she finally met his gaze again. She gave a shy smile. "You two put on one hell of a show."

"Thank you." Selina slapped Bruce's arm as she pulled away. "Glad somebody noticed."

Bruce found his focus split between the two women. When he wasn't scrutinizing Zatanna's intentions he was giving Selina a hard look. Weren't they supposed to be on the same side here?

"I noticed." The man defended.

"Not enough to keep going."

"We were interrupted."

Selina stood across from him now, gliding over to Zatanna's side of the living room. The cat thief had her arms crossed, mirroring Bruce. She leveled at him her emerald eyes. They were cunning, conspiring. Her lips curled into a smirk. 

"Then let her make it up to us."

Years of training his mind and body had left Bruce with an unshakable focus and solid steel nerves. But even he had to blink. 

Zatanna was similarly stunned - once the meaning of Selina's words registered for her, at least. The witch whirled her head towards the cat thief, eyes wide and lips parted as if to speak. No words came at first. Nothing but sounds. The poor girl's mind was racing faster than her lips. 

For Bruce, the shock wore off quickly - and he realized he shouldn't have felt it to begin with. Selina had always been wild at heart. Always the daring spirit, driven by the compulsion to push boundaries and break the rules. And he always loved her for that.

Zatanna cleared her throat, still stumbling over her words. She rose from the sofa, shifting on her feet, fidgeting with her hands. Her eyes were darting from Selina to Bruce, from Bruce to Selina, back and forth, back and forth. But… Bruce noted the emotions written on her stunning, pale face. She was stunned, certainly. But nowhere near averse.

"Oh." Zatanna swallowed. She let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, wow. You're serious."

"We are." The cat thief answered.

Selina moved slowly, inch by inch closing the distance between herself and the lovely stage magician. The skirt of her robe slid over full, pale thighs, black silk sliding over bare flesh. Bruce noticed. And so did Zatanna, from the way her focus flickered down every so often. Catwoman was allure, temptation. But Selina Kyle was sex in the flesh. Her body language was teasing and playful and ravenous and inviting. 

The moment Selina reached out and began playing with the laces on Zatanna's corset, Bruce knew she had her.

Selina was close now. Very close to her prey. There were only inches between the two women - if there was anything between them at all. Zatanna was rooted to the spot, a deer in the headlights as Selina touched and teased wherever she pleased.

"We don't like being interrupted." Selina said to the young, pretty witch, humming low and sweet. "And we don't give free shows. I'm sure a fellow performer could understand."

Bruce felt his cock stir. There was a heat in his gut, brewing and spreading fast. Selina, his lover of the present, and Zatanna, his lover of the past. Both so utterly gorgeous in their own ways, their bodies pressed so close together, faces inches apart. His focus was on their lips. Full, soft lips painted sinful red. So close together. So close to touching.

Then they were both looking at him. 

Bruce breathed, not bothering to hide the tent pitched in his sweats. One of the girls giggled. Selina. Her green eyes shined wickedly. As for Zatanna… her eyes were bright with interest.

"Alright then." The witch agreed. She bit her lip. "What's the price of admission?"

Bruce's legs carried him forward. He tucked his fingers under the waistline and slid the sweatpants down. Zatanna's eyes widened. Selina, though, looked positively delighted.

"Selina and I need a volunteer from the crowd." Bruce answered. He kicked the sweats away as he closed in on the two women. He could feel his tool swaying with each step, hard as a rock and aching.

"I know just the woman." Selina purred. She began to unlace Zatanna's corset. And Zatanna didn't stop her.

- - -

Her clothes were done away with so quickly she wondered why she even bothered to change. There was kissing - plenty of kissing. And plenty of her getting passed between them. Both of her hosts wanted a taste, wanted to cop a feel, and they took their liberties with fervor.

Strong hands, soft hands, all over her body. Lips grazing over bare skin, nipping, nibbling, teasing. 

Now she was on her back. He was above her. Inside her. Fucking her hard and steady.

"Been a while, Bruce." Zatanna managed to utter between gasps.

"Too long." Said her old flame. "Glad you stopped by."

Bruce let out a quiet grunt, sinking his cock into her sex, all the way down to the root. He held there for a moment and Zatanna shivered. He was so thick and she was so wet - her body accepted him, welcomed him, but still she ached from his sheer presence. He was long and thick, his fattened shaft spreading her pussy apart. Every little movement of his body had him grazing her insides, stoking heat and pleasure through her nerves.

He shifted his weight, his hands falling to hold her by the hips, seeking new leverage. His eyes, steely blue, remained locked with hers as he resumed his thrusting. His pace quickened but stayed steady, his hips working like a machine - his cock pumped into her soaking cunt like a piston. Zatanna gasped sharply, writhing on her back. These new faster strokes were punching the air from her lungs.

It was hurt and bliss that swirled together, Bruce's cock making her ache and whine and moan. She couldn't escape the rush of sensation - not with Selina holding her down. The other woman, her second, gracious host, had her by the arms, keeping them both pinned over her head. Keeping Zatanna open and vulnerable to Bruce's rough treatment.

Zatanna spared the cat thief a glance, not knowing whether she felt betrayed… or grateful. Selina Kyle only offered a devious smile in turn, those emerald eyes of her brimming with wicked delight.

"Not the worst way… to make up… for lost time…" Zatanna groaned out between choked breaths.

Selina let out a sound of agreement.

"Big guy's not so good with words." She said to Zatanna, dropping down so they were face to face. "He's a man of action. Lets his cock do the talking."

Bruce drove his hips down, hilting himself within Zatanna's cunt again as if to prove Selina's point. The feeling of it - inches and inches of hard cock sliding in, that swollen head hammering into her core - sent shockwaves through the witch's body. She sucked in a gasp and let it pour out as a trembling moan. Zatanna wanted to grab something, anything for support, but with her arms pinned all she could do was wrap her legs around Bruce's waist. She held tight as he started to move again, working his body against her and into her.

"I've never got any complaints." Bruce boasted, keeping an even, if strained tone.

Selina laughed.

"Of course not. With a cock like yours…"

Bruce's thrusts came quicker, harder. He clenched his jaw and Zatanna saw the muscles of his body tighten with effort. More moans came spilling from Zatanna's lips. But they were quickly silenced. Selina dipped down for a taste, capturing Zatanna's lips in a deep kiss. Next she felt the woman's tongue slither into her mouth, dancing, dueling, dominating. All Zatanna could do was accept it. She was trapped, nowhere to go. Nothing for her to do but endure.

Finally, the cat thief broke away, leaving Zatanna to suck in precious air. The woman stroked her face softly, affectionately, tucking strands of raven hair out of her eyes. She gave Zatanna a gentle kiss to the cheek, then another, moving along her jawline. She brought her lips to her ear and whispered.

"How does he feel, witch-girl?"

Bruce sank deep into her again, his balls settling against her ass. Zatanna wanted to scream. All that came from her lips was a pathetic whine. She writhed on the bed, arching her body up against him - desperate to get him deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut from the sheer sensory rush.

"Big." Zatanna confessed, her voice wavering. "Bigger… than I remember."

She opened her eyes, expecting to see Bruce wearing a prideful smirk. Instead, she locked eyes with the man she fell in love with all those years ago, back when they were stupid kids on the cusp of adulthood. And deeper, in the back of those steely blue eyes, she saw a flame reignited. If only for a single night.

Zatanna's heart raced faster. She spared another glance towards Selina, fearing that she'd see jealousy. Instead, to Zatanna's surprise, the sultry cat thief looked pleased.

Running her fingers through Zatanna's long, dark locks, Selina Kyle turned her bright, devious eyes towards the man she was willing to share.

"Well, Bruce?" She hummed, her voice full of challenge. "Show her what she's been missing these last few years."

Bruce grunted, giving a short nod. A thrill shot down Zatanna's back like lightning. 

Then Bruce found his pace again. Fucking her. Hard. 

And Zatanna started to scream.

- - -

"Look at me. Look at me, witch-girl. Let me see those pretty eyes."

"Fuck… Fuck… Oh… My… God!"

Zatanna sputtered out another string of broken words. Selina could only smile. Art was unfolding before her very eyes and she didn't want to miss a single moment.

Selina cradled Zatanna's face in her hands and committed the sight to memory. Every little detail, Selina drank it in - those blushing cheeks, those full, parted lips, and good lord those eyes. Zatanna's were clouded as if she was entranced, but behind the haze Selina saw a simmering fire. Every powerful thrust from the man looming just behind stoked that fire just a bit brighter. And he was stoking hard.

Selina looked over Zatanna's shoulder and saw an even more splendid sight - two perfect bodies joining together, colliding in a carnal battle. Hard, firm muscle clashing against soft, smooth curves. Selina watched as Zatanna's well-formed buttocks quaked so deliciously under Bruce's steady assault. Every stab of his long, fat cock sent his hips slamming down against the witch's full, pale ass, sending ripples through the supple flesh. Mesmerizing.

Excitement and delight coiled hot in Selina's belly. Zatanna and Bruce looked so beautiful together. But the sweetest reward was seeing their lovely guest inching closer and closer to the edge. A pretty young thing driven mad by the pleasures offered by a big, thick dick.

Selina loved it.

"You put on a damn good show, Zatanna." She praised the witch, still cradling the younger woman's face by the chin.

Their honored guest gave a weak nod, letting out a choked moan as Bruce sank his cock deep into her sex once more.

"I… try…"

Behind her, the man let out a deep, primal grunt. He reached out, his huge hand settling on Zatanna's shoulder for a firm grip. Then… he hammered into her cunt. Zatanna pitched forward from the force and vigor of the thrusting, almost falling flat on her face if not for Selina keeping her up. Zatanna was panting now, shaky moans spilling from her lips between breaths, her eyes lidded with feeling and need. Drunk from the sensation. And still Bruce fucked. And fucked. And fucked. His body moved like a machine.

Selina loved watching her man work. She loved watching every inch of that wonderful prick disappear between those plump cheeks, skewering Zatanna deep with every thrust. But what Selina loved most of all… was Bruce spilling over the edge.

His ending was subtle - more subtle than Zatanna's, who came shrieking. A faint redness came about his face and a dark look swirled in his eyes. He let out a beastly grunt, sheathing himself fully in the witch's tight little pussy. 

Selina watched the tensing of his body, his muscles, admiring every detail that signaled his ending. She only wished she could see his cock twitching and his balls clenching as they pumped rope after rope of hot, sticky cum - painting Zatanna's walls milky white.

"F-fuck…" The witch whimpered. Selina peppered her blushing cheeks with kisses, holding the girl as she rode out her orgasm. "Oh… Oooh… so much… inside…"

Bruce gave one last thrust and fell over Zatanna's back. Selina couldn't hold all the extra weight so together the three collapsed onto the bed. A tangle of panting, naked bodies.

"God, that was good." Bruce huffed. 

Zatanna gave a weak little moan in response. Her face was that of a woman halfway conscious, dazed and satisfied in equal measure. It drew a giggle out of Selina.

For a long moment, the three just lay there together, entangled - and in Bruce and Zatanna's case, still joined. Selina ran her hands through the witch's hair, those silky black strands so soft upon her fingers.

Eventually, Bruce flopped onto his back - withdrawing from Zatanna in the process. The scent of his offering carried into Selina's nostrils, thick and utterly divine. It made the thief shiver - she salivated as she tasted his phantom cum. 

As for Zatanna - the sudden loss of Bruce's presence made the witch whine.

"So…" Their guest finally managed to speak, turning her attention towards Selina. A faint, cheeky grin tugged at her lips. "How'd you like the front row seat?

"Not bad." Selina answered truthfully. She pressed a tiny kiss to the witch's forehead. Then a thought entered her head, lurid in the best way. It was her turn to smile. "But I'd prefer a backstage pass."

Zatanna didn't appear to understand… until Selina reached out and slapped her palm down upon the other woman's ass. Her eyes went wide - Selina cherished that look of realization. Zatanna was too weak and too spent to stop the cat thief. Selina crawled around to Zatanna's beautiful, bare backside and set her eyes on that coveted prize. 

A well-fucked pussy, pumped full of Bruce's tasty seed. Already it was dribbling from those pink lips. A lovely, cream-filled treat.

"W-wait…" Zatanna reached back, a vain attempt to buy herself some time. But Selina ignored her.

"Just want to get a little taste…" The Catwoman purred. She palmed both of those plump buttocks and spread them apart, her mouth watering at the sight of that glazed pink.

Then she dove in. And Zatanna let out a most beautiful sound.

- - -

The night drew on. The three lovers continued their fun. Kissing. Fondling. Spanking. Fucking.

A city kept safe. A hero rewarded.

The Dark Knight stood naked in his bedroom, thoroughly sated but still seeking yet another high of pleasure. Before him was a most lovely sight - two gorgeous creatures, naked just as he was, on their knees and ready to receive his blessing. An anointing of sorts.

If only this was the norm, Bruce mused.

As wild as their celebrations had been, Bruce knew the only way to end things was with a statement. And what better statement was there than a marking of what was his?

Selina and Zatanna stared up at him, all teasing lips and bright, eager eyes. Watching him, watching his hand pump over the length of his shaft. Watching him stroke faster, harder. All the while, their sweet voices graced his ears.

"So… bigger than you remember, you said?" Selina teased.

"Oh, yeah. Every part of him." Zatanna slid her hand up his bare thigh, fawning over the tight, solid muscle.

"Exercise and diet." Bruce explained, grunting as he continued to stroke.

"And damn good genes." Selina cackled.

"Must be why he tastes good." Zatanna's hand rose daringly close to his balls. Bruce didn't flinch, didn't falter, keeping his strokes going. He could feel the end coming, that familiar peak just over the horizon.

"Yeah, yeah." He gently moved Zatanna's hand aside.

The two women giggled - God, it was like he was a young man again, the way their voices stirred up his insides. They shared a conspiring look before turning their attention back to him. Bruce knew he was in trouble.

They reached out, forcing him to falter, brushing his hand away from his cock so they could take over.

Two pairs of lips, two talented, hungry mouths fell upon him. It was sublime. Better than heaven.

They ran their tongues over him, his shaft and his balls. Coating him in a sheen of warm spit. Then they took turns, both women sucking him, taking his cock into their mouths. It was divine, the feeling of those soft lips gliding over his shaft, taking inch after inch. They were different from each other in the way they pleasured him, the way they sucked and licked, the way they twisted their heads as they bobbed up and down his shaft. But both felt exquisite. And they moaned so sweetly, so filthily as they worked up and down his manhood.

It was the royal treatment for the Prince of Gotham. Bruce had always hated that nickname, but tonight, watching his cock plunge into Selina's mouth, then into Zatanna's, then back into Selina's again… 

He felt like a king.

The girls had already coaxed several helpings of seed from him that night. It didn't take them long to bring him to the edge again. A man could only last so long against two sirens working in tandem.

Bruce felt it grip him, a tightness in his gut. He tilted his head back and groaned. The release was sublime - even better with their lips and tongues still bathing him in splendid, wet heat. His balls clenched, his cock twitched, and his seed flowed freely… right onto their faces and waiting tongues.

He heard them gasp, half in shock, half in delight. They were giggling, laughing as he coated them in spunk. Then he felt them again, nearly losing his balance as their lips slid over him again. One right after the other, the two women sucked him, drinking the last of his offering down straight from the source.

And finally… he was spent.

"Wow." He heard Zatanna sigh. "That was… a lot."

"I'll never get used to it." Selina hummed happily. Bruce looked down, seeing those two gorgeous faces splattered with white. From behind her new mask, the Cat gave him a devilish smile. "But the taste? I can never get enough."

Selina licked her lips, gathering up more of her salty treat. There was a glimmer in those emerald eyes then. One that was very familiar to Bruce.

Without warning, Selina took Zatanna by the chin and drew them together in a liplock. Zatanna let out a little squeak but didn't fight it. She gave in quickly, wrapping her arms around Selina's neck to pull her closer. Their kiss deepened and their tongues slid out to dance together… swapping his cum between them. The two sirens moaned together, so sweet to Bruce's ears.

Though spent, the Dark Knight looked on. Captivated. Entranced.

Bewitched.

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