Batman Hentai Story: "Batman Beyond:Hard Days Night – part 2"

A Hard Day’s Night.IIA/n: Yes, I know I said this was a one shot. So sue me. Operating under the ‘more chapters = more reviews’ principle. *crosses fingers* It was the cold that eventually awoke Terry, or rather the difference in temperature, his front was pressed against soft comforting warmth but his back…. Goose pimples pricked there way across at as a cool as slapped against his backside. Terry jerked awake and all he could see was chocolate brown spreading out in all directions, it was a second before his sleepy brain caught on to the fact that his face was buried in Max’s cleavage. He let out a cry of surprise, rolled over, off the couch and landed on the floor with a loud thump. “Ow,” He muttered to himself, ironically, “Smooth move, McGinnis.” He slowly pulled himself to his feet and gazed around at the scattered clothes he and Max had dropped on the floor and sighed. At least Max’s sister hadn’t returned home from her night job, otherwise they’d have both woken up to her raucous laughter and applause. Sharon ‘Shaz’ Gibson was not the ideal supportive big sister after all. Terry’s brains rebelled at the enormity of what he’d just done. He come in and basically seduced her, his best friend and only confidante. Shit, what the hell, had he been thinking? Part of Terry just wanted to bolt; throw himself into his ‘work’ and avoid Max for as long as possible, or at least until he could make sense of what just happened. He started to gather to his clothing. Max moaned slightly in her sleep and shifted on the couch, rolling on to her side and curling up slightly, trying to keep warm. Terry stared at her front; the dramatic curves of her body, and the gentle lines of her relaxed face. He was transfixed, he just couldn’t look away at all. Max whimpered again and the sound send shivers down Terry’s spine. Gently, he reached down and lifted Max in his arms, at the very least; he could take her to her room. Leaving her sprawled naked on her couch would not be… gentlemanly.He almost made it too but just as he edged into Max’s bedroom to deposit her on her double bed, she stirred in his arms, her large dark eyes fluttering open and her hands gripping into necks as she realised she was being held aloft. “A girl could get used to this kind of treatment, Ter,” She murmured sleepily. Terry didn’t reply. He just lowered Max onto her bed. She didn’t let go of his neck.“Where do you think you’re going?” Max teased, but her expression fell when she saw Terry’s and she sat up, letting him and hugging her legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees, “I suppose this where we have to have a grown up-y talk, right?”“Well I was just going do to a runner,” Terry admitted, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her, “But I really should be apologising for taking advantage of you.”“Yeah,” drawled Max, without thinking, “It was such an imposition, that, having the best sex of my life,” They both suddenly flushed at the words, and Max looked away; embarrassed, “Though I’m sure it probably wasn’t all that for you, compared to Aquagirl, say.” Terry flushed, now heartily regretting ever mentioned that little tryst with Marina to Max at all.“Actually, it made me realise something…” Terry admitted, “You’re the only person who really knows me, like at all.”“R-really?” Max stuttered slightly, “What about Dana?” “She doesn’t. Ever since I became Batman… She doesn’t know him, but she doesn’t know Terry anymore either.”“Ter, you’re referring to yourself in the third person.” Max giggled at him.“Huh? Sorry, just trying to be clear.” Terry said, “Anyway, the point is, me and Dana? We’ve been off and on, ever since I started… Working for Mr Wayne. Right now, she’s called it off and honestly, we both seem to be happy that way.” “What are you trying to say, Terry?”“Just. I’ve got no regrets about coming here tonight. Do you?”By way of answer Max simply leaned and pressed her lips on Terry’s. In contrast to their mad, frantic, making out of the previous evening, this kiss was a lightest press of a lips; an almost languid joining of flesh. Max’s hands cradled Terry’s head as she slowly sucked on his lips, playing and teasing them with her tongue. The two teenagers relaxed into each others embrace, rolling back into the covers as their limbs entangled. Max rolled Terry over on this back and straddled him while their lips were still locked. Their kiss deepened as Max’s tongue surged past Terry’s lips and teeth to wrestle with his tongue, pushing Terry’s head deep into her pillows with the intensity of their kiss.Terry moaned and squirmed under Max’s erotic assault on his body. Her hands pressed against his chest, her finger tips played over the hard muscles of his chest, tracing spider webs of sensation across his skin. She was amazed to find that it was not a smooth as first she might of suspected. Her fingers found and explore numerous tiny dimple in his left pectoral and traced a pair of long creases down the length of his ribs. Terry whimpered slightly. Breaking their liplock, Max sat up to survey what she was feeling. Scars. They were tiny; well healed by modern medical technology but nether the less, scars.“How did you get these?” Max asked. Terry attempted a nonchalant shrug.“Got a bit too close to one of Mad Stan’s grenades one time.”“And these?” Max said, leaning down to trace the unnatural pale flesh with her tongue, causing Terry’s breathe to catch in his throat before he answered.“Kobra guys sometimes have wrist blades. Luckily for me those weren’t poisoned. Well not with quick acting venom anyway.” “Oh Ter,” Max said, sorrowfully, her hand still running over the cluster of tiny scars, “You have been put through the wringer, haven’t you?”She leant down and caught Terry in another long kiss. Cupping his face in her hands, Max moaned as Terry’s hands explored down her back to fondle her back, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he did so, the squeezing motion of his groping hands encouraging her to grind her hips against him. Soon enough, Max could feel a hot hard length pushing up against her stomach. Terry’s grip on her ass tightened slightly as if he wanted to roll her on to her back again to screw her brains out. Max gently teased him off her, withdrawing from their kiss, to flashing him another grin.“How about, this time, you just relax and enjoy the ride, Ter?” She said, directing his hands to his sides.Max lifted her hips, giggling slightly as Terry’s erect length seem to leap straight up as her weight left it, pointing up almost vertically. With both of them already so worked up, it was child’s play to slip Terry’s cock into Max’s slick wet hole. Max’s lowered her hips, biting her bottom lip as she skewered herself on him and she didn’t stop until she felt her lips press against Terry’s rock hard stomach. Just having him completely inside her was enough to take her breath away. Max slumped slightly, bracing herself with her arms against Terry’s chest. Terry placed his hands on her thighs, not trying to take back control but just providing a reassuring supportive presence.After a second, Max started to move, rolling her hips back and forth, grinding on Terry’s hard-on, twisting this way and that, never letting Terry’s dick out of her warm clenching embrace. Terry groan and growled as his balls tightened and the pressure in them grew as he was teased and taunted by the constant movement and pressure of Max’s smooth silky flesh. “Shit, Max,” Terry whispered, “That feels so good.” Grinning Max, winked down at him, and started to move faster, humping Terry, smoothly; hips working in a constant never ending undulation, rising and falling on Terry’s length. Looking down, Max saw the same jaw-locked look of Determination he’d had on the previous encounter, the look, Max had associated with Terry’s Batman persona. That just won’t do at all, she thought. She lunged down and kissed him again, her hands finding his as their fingers intertwined. Her magnificent chest was crushed up against his. Max’s hips moved in rapid short movements now, riding Terry with wild abandon as she planted kisses all over his face and neck. The determination on his face broke and was replaced b nothing so much as awe of the girl, giving him such bliss. He cried out an incoherent rambling praise of her name. Sweat soaked their bodies as they writhed and squirmed in almost perfect unison. “Oh, oh go-uh, Max, I’m going to.. goingto.. oh Max!” Terry cried, desperately lifting his hips to meet Max’s downstroke, trying to relieve the incredible pressure building up in his balls.“Sssh!” Max moaned in his ear, grinding herself mercilessly upon, “It’s alright Ter, it’s alright, do it. Let go.”White light seem to explode in front of Terry’s eyes, every fibre of his being seem to be intermingled with Max’s body, her sight, her smell, her taste, the feel of her skin on his. He pulsed it seemed like his entire body was involved in shooting forth a great jet of cum into Max who’s rapidly humping had slowed to a slight squirm and she grinned with apparently relish as she felt his release. Terry slumped bonelessly into the bed, mind swimming with bliss, he bare noticed as Max snuggled up to his chest, and pulled the sheets of them with a vague motion of her arm.“So,” she said in a small voice, “Glad you stayed?”“So you have to ask, silly?” Terry said, kissing her on the forehead, “Most amazing experience of my life.”

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