Batman cums.

Batman remembered groaning aloud as his orgasm hit. It hit with a bubbling sensation from just inside his cockhead, which spurt forth a line of white semen up along her right buttock. White Rabbit released a soft gasp as she witnessed and felt his eruption, followed by a much more distinct, intentional chuckle.

He groaned again when his rod quivered, angling slightly to the left to release a second ejaculation up along the middle. Most of it wound up splattering off her tail, though some of it made it beyond her waist and dribbled down her spine.

“I knew you did,” White Rabbit declared. She slid back again, catching his cockhead with her dampened ass once again to receive his third line. It wound up in a curved, draping arc that melded to the exact point of inflection on that cheek.

Batman groaned a third time as his third spurt ended. He recalled feeling hollowed out at that moment, as if he had emptied out all of his insides cumming on her bottom. His body felt dry, weakened, depleted as the orgasm of his life came and went. An insignificant final amount of his fluids spilled out, rolling down toward the middle of her butt.

“You always needed me,” White Rabbit said breathily, turning her head so that it was once again facing away from him. She wiggled her wettened ass against his cock one final time, wiping some of his seed off her skin.

Batman’s eyes were still trained on her just as she’d ordered when she extricated herself from the bed, the only reason they hadn’t completely rolled back into his skull. Scooting forward, she twisted over the side of the bed, standing up fully. Readjusting to her own stance, White Rabbit pointedly bounced twice, giving him another view of her bubble butt threatening to pop.

She shot him a sidelong glance over her right shoulder. “Maybe you need some more?” she suggested. Tilting slightly, she craned her neck to look down at his cock. “It sure looks like it.”

He recalled breathing in steadily at long last, but his breath hitching immediately thereafter. White Rabbit highlighted it, just a second before he already felt it; his erection persisted. He remembered silently cursing his own body for so openly betraying him like this, giving her yet another reason for her arrogance when he’d prayed she would just lose interest.

“Oh, don’t worry,” White Rabbit soothed, bracing her right knee against the mattress beside his hips. She slid back onto the bed, taking a seat with the boundaries of her butt barely making contact with his side. “We’ve got plenty.” She placed a hand over his stomach, rubbing over his armor gently. “And we’ve got time.”

She pushed more of her weight against his side, practically sitting on his hip before she turned to take position over him. Swinging her left leg up, White Rabbit faced away from him- giving him the best look at her ass he’d had since leaving her gym- and settled her knees around his waist. It was truly magnificent, a gargantuan mass of two equally pliant globes. Dribble from his cock aside, they were perfectly symmetrical, each demanding his attention. If not for his eyes still being locked on her at her command, they might have flicked back and forth to try to capture each one in their entirety.

Grunting softly, White Rabbit touched his groin against with one hand, feeling his flesh beneath her. Two fingers spread out to encompass the rod sprouting from the center, pinching it slightly with a scissor-like grip.

“Take a deep breath, Batman,” she encouraged. Obviously, he had **** but to do as she said. “We’re going for a ride.”

Batman groaned as her two-fingered pinch turned into a five-finger grip. Using her hold to leverage herself, she scooted forward slightly, raising her hips above the bed to put herself directly over his cock. His eyes affixed to her unshifting tail got a good view of the head of his cock through her legs, nearly touching her crotch.

White Rabbit held up for a moment, using her free hand to adjust her thong. Rather than roll it down, she just tugged the string to the side, clearing the way for his cock to enter her. The string being moved also allowed him to see into her ass, finding the small hole that bisected the flesh. It could have been just as hypnotic as her tail was.

“Now…” White Rabbit drawled, slowly lowering herself. Her lips slowly enveloped his head, guided within by her grip. The thong string stickily clung to the side of the rod nearby. “Now…”

Both of them moaned aloud as she sank upon his cock. At an even pace, she sank all the way to the base, taking all of him on her first try, lubricated by two separate people’s orgasms beforehand. She found the bottom, then fell forward onto all fours, tucked around his as if she were an actual rabbit. Hunched over, her tail pointed directly at his face, just above where her butt splayed over his gut.

It fit in tightly, finding a significant warmth that made it feel like it belonged. Her wetness felt different than Jaina’s… though he couldn’t have defined why. The shape was practically the same, but the feel of it was just… finer.

“ Now …” she repeated, “let’s find out just how much you need me.”

She peeled her hips back up, still sitting down on all fours. From his view, what he saw was her tail and bottom rising up to reveal more and more of his member below. It definitely emerged damper now; clearly, she’d been arousing herself throughout their time together.

White Rabbit pitched her hips back down, recapturing the ground she’d ceded and putting him fully back inside her. Batman half-grunted, half-gargled in reaction. It was then that he recalled first realizing that he hadn’t fully been able to swallow since falling victim to her tail. His bodily function of breathing hadn’t been forestalled, but apparently it had impeded conscious gulping. That was yet another thing working against him, as his tongue had been building up saliva over the last few minutes.

She picked up again, brisker this time. Then she dropped down, filling herself up again. And again. After a few pumps, the string of her thong rode back up his cockhead. Her gloved hand quickly snatched it the next time she rose and tried to set it aside outside of her pussy lips this time. Otherwise, she didn’t let it stop her.

Batman groaned again, feeling the pressure once again in his loins of another impending orgasm. Stuck as he was, his immobility **** him to keep watching as she drove him further and further to the edge.

Each gallop of her quickening pace gave him a view of her ass jiggling heavily, bouncing up and down while shaking within. The tail just above the waistline was no longer the most eye-popping part of her. Even if he’d been in complete control of his body, Batman remembered being uncertain whether he’d have been able to turn and look away from this sight.

“Oh,” White Rabbit gasped, starting to join in with his panting. “I’m not…” She leaned forward a little further onto her hands, giving her shaky arms more stability. “I’m not done yet.”

Batman groaned in an unintentional reply.

White Rabbit twisted around mid-gallop, glancing back at him over her right shoulder and buttock. “Are you done, Batman?”

He groaned again. How did she keep up her pace in that posture?

She smiled at him, perhaps pleased to have drawn out such a well-timed reaction from an otherwise-mute man. “Well I’m not.”