Fan Fiction ❯ Passion ❯ Release ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: I do not own Batman Beyond, its characters or settings. I'm not writing this story for profit…

This story contains strong sexual content. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read this.

A word on Bruce's character: I think of him as an amalgamation of all the people he has been in the past. In the original action show, he was goofy but gallant. In the comics, he was more grim and driven. In the movies, he was a recluse and quite scarred, seeking to drown his loneliness in transient relationships. In the cartoons, he was somewhat more cavalier in attitude, though still gloomy. So, in my story, I have combined all of these elements into Bruce, and he is well, an odd ball. So please excuse his bizarre behavior. Plus, it's just so much fun changing the old codger!

Now, on to the shameless sex!

The Bat Jet reached Donovan Hall in minutes, and this time Terry managed to land the plane quite gracefully. He switched off the controls and turned off his visual link, and then sat for a moment and stared at the enormous house. He wasn't sure what to do next. Should he wait for her here, or just walk right in and try to find her? Given the size of the place, he'd probably get lost… Terry abruptly slapped his forehead and laughed as the simplest idea occurred to him: He could always try ringing her doorbell. He'd seen one by the sliding glass door last time he dropped in. Laughing at himself, he sprang out of the jet and took two steps toward the house.

Almost immediately, the skylights around the pool turned on, and the back door opened. Terry's eyes moved to it, and then he went still, almost forgetting to breathe. Lora stood in the doorway, and she was completely naked. His already tense body nearly snapped as an intense surge of lust tore through him. She was absolutely magnificent. He'd seen her naked before, but only briefly. She'd put a robe on after their initial meeting and later, when they'd had sex; she'd still been wearing it, sort of. Now she was wearing nothing at all, and his eyes couldn't seem to decide where to look first: her full breasts, her incredible legs, her world class ass, or those luscious lips…

Lora was feeling strangely vulnerable. She had decided to be bold and meet him naked, but it was a striking contrast to his fully costumed body. Even his face was covered. The difference was marked, and yet somehow rather erotic. He was as gorgeous as she remembered with his big shoulders, wide chest, and muscular legs. The black bodysuit fitted him like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. As her eyes slowly flitted over him, she noticed the obvious presence of his erection, and her pulse sped up.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show," she whispered, a smile playing at the corners of her lovely mouth.

He stared at her, tempted to laugh at that absurd notion, but this was strange ground since their relationship was so new, and he didn't want to possibly upset her. "I can assure you, nothing short of death could keep me from showing up."

Lora was a bit unnerved by her own wistful comment, it had been entirely too needy in her opinion. She had no business saying such things to him. Terry was a virtual stranger. True, he might be her lover, but the extent of their relationship was sexual, and she was going to keep it that way. She had no room for a man in her life, not now. Maybe not ever. She decided to steer them onto more stable ground, so she tilted her head to one side and said, "Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come inside?"

Her words were a deliberate innuendo, and he grinned at their double meaning. "I think I'll come inside," he replied, crossing the deck in a few swift strides until he was within inches of her, his eyes gleaming with humor. "Actually, I intend to. More then once."

Lora arched an eyebrow at him, for she intended for him to leave as soon as they'd made love, but she wisely held her tongue, for the moment. He leaned back and looked down at her, and his expression changed to one that was almost savage.

"You are so damn beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he lightly traced a finger over the line of her collarbone.

"And you are absolutely breath taking, my stallion," she answered, running her fingers down the length of his chest.

Terry shivered at her touch, and all earlier thoughts of practicing restraint flew out the window. He wanted this woman more then he'd ever wanted anything in his life. Caution be damned. He had to have her. Now. He could take his time with her later. Right now, all he wanted was to be inside her, to have her screaming with pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her with a hunger that was desperate, and Lora was nearly overwhelmed by his intensity. As his mouth crushed hers, and his tongue danced with her own, she tried to gain her bearings beneath the dazzling effects of his assault. Responding to his urgency, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his, marveling at the feel of his strength against her softness. His penis throbbed against her, testimony to his desire, and her knees grew weak at the feel of it. Terry growled when he felt her breasts flatten against his stomach, he was so much taller then she was, but he didn't mind. He found her diminutive size to be intoxicating.

Lora was the one to break the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand. "Get inside, I don't want anyone to see us."

Terry laughed at her but complied, following her as she led him through the house to her bedroom. He managed to keep his hands off her until her door closed, and then he was on her. He picked her up and she twined her legs around his waist. He leaned forward so that her back was pressed against the door and began kissing her with feverish intensity. The feel of her body in his arms was fantastic, and he instinctively bucked his hips, rubbing his shaft against her mons and causing her to gasp.

She reached between them and fumbled at the zipper on his suit, yanking it down until his penis pushed free. The shock of his dick against her clit was electric, and she bit his shoulder in pure reaction. She was already wet, and Terry's breathing became erratic as he slid into her slowly, inch by inch, drawing out their mutual pleasure. She was tighter then he remembered, and so hot.

She moaned as he pushed into her and then leaned her head back, her eyes closing in pleasure. "My god, I forgot how big you are," she breathed, and his erection swelled even more at her words. "You feel amazing."

Terry gave a shaky laugh, but he was already struggling for control, and if she started talking dirty to him, things were going to be over before he knew it. He kissed her to silence her, and then began to stroke back and forth, flexing his hips, setting up an easy rhythm that rocked her back against the door with gentle force. Pleasure spread from her vagina to every inch of her body, sensitizing her nerves to the point of ecstasy. She strained against him, trying to encourage him to move faster, but Terry wanted to bring her pleasure first, and he refused to be hurried.

He deliberately kept his pace slow, withdrawing until the head of his penis brushed against the lips of her entrance before pushing back in with excruciating care, filling her completely. Lora's eyes rolled back and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She began to make the most erotic panting sounds as she thrust against him, her movements almost frenzied. He felt her muscles begin to tighten, and tried to remain calm as he sensed her climax approaching. He didn't want to come, not yet.

Lora's skin was tingling, and her blood was racing as incredible tension rushed through every inch of her. The feel of his strong body lightly pounding against her was delicious, and his restraint drove her wild. She began to buck against him, her breathing harsh. She tightened her legs around his waist as the tension within her grew to an unbearable level, and she heard him moan. The sound caused her to break, a blinding surge of pleasure rushed through her and she screamed, her hips pushing against his as she rode the waves of her orgasm. She collapsed against him and he went still, leaning his forehead against the door, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his body trembling. She realized such control must have been very difficult for him.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"My pleasure," he gasped.

"Actually, I think the pleasure was mostly mine," she teasingly replied, leaning back to glance down at him.

His eyes were dark with lust and she could see that he was on the brink of losing control. There was a raw, primitive look to him that was enticing, and he was still rock hard inside her, though he had ceased moving. She smiled and arched against him, deliberately sliding down the full length of his penis. He moaned and closed his eyes, his hands tightening on her waist. She knew he was very close to climax himself, that he was almost wild with lust, and she decided to push him, to see how passionate he could really be.

"I want you to fuck me on the desk," she said, her voice casual, totally at odds with her wanton request.

Terry's eyes snapped open and he stared at her in surprise, her words sending waves of heat through his already painfully aroused body. He glanced around the room and saw an enormous desk by a bay window. It was quite capable of supporting them, but he paused and glanced down at her. "Why? I thought we were doing pretty well right here."

Lora smiled, and it was dark and sinful. "Oh, this is quite nice, but I'd really love to see you over me while your dick is inside me," she purred, rubbing her body against his. "I think the contrast between your suit and my skin will be sexy, don't you?"

Terry growled, his dick twitching inside her as her words brought to mind a dozen delicious images. "Lora, I think anything you do would be sexy," he said, but he obediently turned and carried her across the room, careful not to slip out of her. Each step pushed his dick in and out of her, and her tightness made sweat break out on his brow as pleasure danced through him until it reached a painful peak.

He was almost rough with her as he deposited her onto the desk. He reached behind her and pushed the few books and papers that were there onto the ground with force, bringing a smile to her lips. "My, my, you are quite the masterful stallion, aren't you?"

Her teasing words were meant to be inflammatory, and he knew it. He kissed her in answer, his hands tightening around her hips to steady her, and then he began to ram into her, hard and fast. His need was overwhelming him, he couldn't control himself anymore, and he didn't want to. He just wanted to bury himself in her, to get lost in the ecstasy she gave him. Lora leaned back onto the desk, looking up at the dark man over her, watching in fascination as the muscles of his body rippled with each powerful thrust into her. Pleasure was racing through her, and she knew she was going to come again.

She reached up and grabbed Terry's head, causing his eyes to open. She pulled him down and pushed her nipple into his mouth, and he immediately started to suck on it, his pace increasing as he pounded into her. Heat raced from her breasts to her core, increasing the need within her until she was writhing under him, gasping with pleasure. She suddenly pushed his head back and said, "I want you to look at us while you fuck me. Isn't it beautiful?" she whispered, her eyes traveling over the length of their straining bodies, lingering on the place where his thighs slid against hers.

Terry was helpless to resist her request, his own hot gaze lingering on her bouncing breasts, the shape of her legs around his waist, the way her hair tumbled around her in perfect time with his movements. Her words were erotic magic, and he felt the last of his restraint slipping away. The tension in Lora increased until she was breathless, bucking against him in mindless need. Sensing her approaching orgasm, Terry increased his pace, pulling her hips hard against his thighs and slamming into her with a desperate urgency. Lora moaned as her body suddenly convulsed with release, and as Terry felt her muscles clench around him he gave up his control, thrusting like an animal as he orgasmed inside her, white hot pleasure racing through both of them, leaving them dazed and panting in the aftermath.

Terry's knees gave out, and he gracefully sank to the floor, pulling her down with him so that she sat on his lap. Lora put her head in the hollow of his shoulder, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat as it slowly returned to its normal pace. She felt so very peaceful then, as she hadn't felt in years. Not since her time with Jason. That thought frightened her, and she immediately told herself she was a fool for having such soft sentiments for this man. He was her lover, nothing more.

"I need to get to bed," Lora said, slowly moving off his lap, stretching as she stood up.

Terry frowned as he looked up at her. For a moment as he'd held her in his arms, he'd felt happiness. Not lust, not anticipation of a future rendezvous, just happiness. She felt so right in his arms. Like she was meant to be there. Her words were less then encouraging, however. It sounded as if she wanted him to leave, but he decided to test the waters a bit.

He stood up and said, "Well, then, let's go to bed."

"I meant I wanted to go to bed alone," she replied, her tone firm as she met his gaze head on.

Terry stared at her, confused by her behavior. She was unlike any woman he'd ever known. Most women wanted to be held after sex, this one just wanted to be left alone to sleep. It was almost like she was a man! Although he knew that wasn't the case at all. Still, it bothered him that she could so easily ask him to leave after making love. It was damn cold.

"I see," he murmured, reaching down to zip up his suit.

"I don't think you do," she answered him, her words sharp. His eyes narrowed at her as wounded male pride began to rear its head, and her expression softened a bit. "We have a nice little arrangement here: Mutual pleasure, no ties. Let's keep it simple."

Stung by her words, Terry stepped back and said, "Fine. But I don't see how me sleeping here would complicate things, unless someone else happened to show up to take my place."

Rolling her eyes, Lora threw up her hands and said, "I've already told you, I like to sleep alone! No one will be showing up after you leave. But I think it's best if you just go for now."

Terry turned to leave without a word, anger starting to wash over him at her callous behavior. He had never been used in his life, and he wasn't about to start letting it happen now. Seeing that he was genuinely upset, Lora decided to give him a more serious piece of information to soothe his ire.

"Look, Terry, I enjoy being with you, but I think having you sleep here would be…too much. I feel like I'd be exposing myself to you," she whispered, refusing to go into it any more then that.

Terry paused, hearing the sincerity in her words. She was afraid of letting him sleep here. Why was the question. But he understood her desire to protect herself from whatever it was she feared. He glanced down at himself, completely clothed in his Batman costume, and knew it would be ridiculous of him to ask her to expose herself to him when he hadn't even let her see his body yet. Sighing in resignation, he nodded.

"Alright, I understand. I'll go," he softly replied, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, not wanting to frighten her off. He had to see her again. He'd do anything she asked if it meant being with her again.

Lora smiled at him and said, "Would you please come back?"

"When?" he asked, eager to see her again already and he hadn't yet left her side.

"The day after tomorrow," she answered.

Two days? He really didn't have a choice in the matter, but at least it was less time then the last time. He nodded and said, "I'll be here."

She winked and said, "I'll be waiting with bells on."

That brought to mind quite a few nice pictures, and his smile was decidedly naughty as he said, "Really?"

Lora laughed at his hopeful tone and led him outside. "No. Sorry, I don't have any bells. But how about a pair of stockings, instead?"

The idea of Lora in nothing but black stockings was nothing short of heaven. The visual he got from that suggestion was truly spectacular. Terry's body began to grow tense as blood rushed through him, and he was amazed to feel his dick getting hard again. The woman was going to be the death of him! "Promise?" he asked, his eyes raking over her delicious body one last time.

"Promise," she whispered, before turning and walking back into Donovan Hall.

Terry climbed into the Bat Jet and headed back to Wayne Manor, thoughts of making love to a semi naked Lora on the window seat of her bedroom dancing through his head.