SON OF BATMAN

Yvonne whimpered, her body trembling as her hands reached back instinctively to grip his forearm, her nails pressing into his skin. "I can't—oh, fuck—Damian, I—"

Before she could finish, he shoved her forward again, forcing her chest back down onto the bed. Her cheek pressed into the mattress, her ass still raised high as his hand returned to her hair, gripping it tightly to arch her back even further. His cock never left her, pounding into her slick, soaked pussy with even greater intensity, each thrust tearing another broken cry from her lips.

He released her hair, his hands sliding back to her ass, spreading her wider so he could watch himself drive into her. Her pussy was a complete mess, swollen, soaked, and glistening from the three orgasms he'd already wrung out of her, her arousal dripping down her thighs in sticky trails.

The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, slick and obscene, mingling with her ragged gasps and his low, guttural grunts as he pounded into her without mercy.

"Look at you," Damian growled, his voice rough and thick with lust. "You're a mess."

Yvonne whimpered, her voice breaking as he dragged her body back against him, his cock burying itself so deep inside her she thought she might shatter. She was shaking, her body a quivering, oversensitive mess, but she didn't want him to stop. She didn't care if it was too much. She wanted all of it, everything he could give her.

And then… she felt it.

His cock pulsed inside her, thick and hot, and he thrust one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His fingers dug deep into the bountiful, supple flesh of her ass as if anchoring himself there. He came with a low, guttural groan, his seed spilling into her in heavy, molten waves.

Yvonne gasped, her body locking up as she felt him fill her completely, his cum flooding her womb, thick and unrelenting.

He held her there for a moment, his cock buried deep inside her, his chest heaving against her back as he released everything he'd been holding back. His fingers dug into the soft, bountiful flesh of her ass, anchoring her in place as his cock throbbed inside her, shooting thick, molten ropes of cum into her womb.

His orgasm lasted what felt like an eternity, each pulsing wave of his release leaving her fuller, hotter, until she swore she could feel the sheer weight of it inside her.

Yvonne was shaking, her breaths shallow and ragged, her body trembling uncontrollably as it struggled to process the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Her pussy clenched around him weakly, still gripping him tightly, but his cock hadn't softened. If anything, he was just as hard, if not harder, still buried to the hilt, unrelenting and unyielding inside her. He didn't pull out.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the crackling fire and the ragged sound of their breathing. Damian pulled out of her with a wet pop, the sudden emptiness making Yvonne whimper softly as she collapsed onto the bed.

She rolled onto her back, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, draping one arm over her flushed face. Her legs were splayed out carelessly, too tired and sore to close after the relentless pounding she'd endured.

Thick streams of his cum spilled from her used pussy, glistening as they ran down her inner thighs and pooled beneath her in sticky, hot trails. Her body trembled faintly, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of what he'd poured into her, it was far too much for her to hold.

Damian stood at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on her sprawled form. Her legs remained spread, and the mess between her thighs told the full story of what he'd done to her.

Her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, and her body quivered in the aftermath, still raw and completely used. His cum dripped steadily from her swollen pussy, leaving glistening trails on her thighs and staining the sheets beneath her.

She was a mess, his mess, and the sight of her like this filled him with a dark, undeniable satisfaction.

He let his gaze linger on her for a moment, taking her in. Yvonne was always sharp, always brilliant, her mind a relentless machine that never stopped calculating or creating. But now, as she stared up at the ceiling with glazed, half-lidded eyes, her golden hair fanned out around her flushed face, she looked anything but the prodigy she was.

Whatever genius thoughts usually filled her head had been replaced by the raw haze of pleasure, her sharp mind reduced to a soft, dazed blankness.

Satisfied, Damian's attention shifted to himself. His boots and pants were still half-hanging on him, the leather bunched awkwardly around his ankles where they'd fallen earlier.

With slow, deliberate movements, he crouched to remove his boots, the sound of the laces tugging free breaking the heavy silence. He slipped them off one by one, setting them aside neatly, before standing to push his pants the rest of the way down. The tight leather slid off easily, and he tossed them aside with his coat.

His body was a sculpture of power and precision, scarred, carved, and still utterly unrelenting. His cock remained hard, jutting forward like a weapon, a clear sign that he was far from finished with her. As he straightened, Damian turned back to the bed, his dark gaze landing on Yvonne once more.

She was watching him now, her sapphire eyes hooded and hazy, her lips parted slightly as though she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Her chest still heaved with every breath, her body trembling faintly in the aftermath of everything he'd done to her.

She looked wrecked, and yet, there was something in the way her gaze lingered on him that made it clear that she too wanted more.

Damian smirked faintly, a dark, satisfied expression that only deepened the heat in Yvonne's flushed cheeks. He stepped closer, the heavy weight of his presence alone making her shiver, and reached for her.

Damian's faint smirk widened as his dark gaze raked over her trembling, splayed body. "We're far from finished, princess," he said, his voice low, mocking, and laced with quiet authority.

Yvonne's breathing was still ragged, her chest rising and falling as she lay there, glowing in the firelight. But at his words, a glint flashed behind her glazed, half-lidded eyes. Her lips curved into a soft, inviting smile, and she tilted her head slightly, looking up at him with the kind of love and devotion that only made his smirk deepen.

"I know," Yvonne said, her sapphire eyes glazed but filled with unwavering devotion as her smile widened.

"You don't have to worry about me. Whatever you can give, I can take. I'm yours to use."

As she spoke, she lifted her arms toward him, reaching out invitingly as though beckoning him into her embrace. Her movements were slow, deliberate, her soft, trembling fingers spread slightly, waiting for him to come closer.

Damian's smirk turned into a full, wicked grin. He stepped closer to the bed, towering over her, his hard cock still jutting forward and ready to continue. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice carrying just the faintest edge of approval.

Yvonne's smile widened even further, a flicker of mischief dancing in her expression despite the haze of pleasure that clung to her.

"Anything for you, Daddy," she purred softly, her voice trembling but utterly sincere.

The words sent a wave of heat through Damian, his grin widening as he climbed onto the bed, fully naked now, his powerful body looming over hers.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he moved on top of her, his arms bracing on either side of her head, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

Yvonne's arms rose to meet him, wrapping around his scarred, muscular back as she pulled him closer. Their bodies aligned, the heat between them growing unbearable as he lowered himself onto her.

Their lips met in a fierce, ravenous kiss, her soft moans muffled as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her yet again. She clung to him tightly, her fingers tracing the ridges of his scars as her legs shifted, spreading instinctively beneath him in preparation for what was to come.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together, and the world outside them ceased to exist. The fire crackled softly in the background, its light flickering over their entwined forms as they lost themselves in each other once more.

Damian wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. The night was still young, and Yvonne was his to use, to take, to claim as he pleased. But for now, there was no need for words. Only action.