I've hardly made it back to the cave when I notice Diana begin to squirm in her seat, her head tossing back and forth as she subconsciously tries to fight the effects of my anesthetic gas. Jumping from the Batmobile, I quickly shed my gloves, tossing them on the hood as I round the car for Diana. As the reinforced glass slides back to reveal her, her eyes are already cracking open, a whining emanating from the back of her throat as I lift her out.
"Bruce," she pleads. I try to ignore what her tone is obviously implying as I climb the stairs leading to the medical bay. I place her on the bed that's always prepped for the nights I need putting back together. As soon as my arms have pulled from her, I'm turning towards the prepped antidotes we have on a shelf, eyes scanning through for Ivy's antidote. I spot it, reaching for it, when hands trail across my shoulders and down my arms, a strong jasmine scent invading my nostrils as her chin hooks over my shoulder, body pressing flush to my back.
Finally spotting Ivy's antidote vial, I snatch it off the shelf along with a clean syringe and begin preparing the dose when Diana's fingers trace back and forth over my jaw, trailing up to my ears before pressing the two buttons behind them to loosen my cowl. She hums happily as she pushes the cowl off of my head. I hear it hit the floor but don't pause what I'm doing to see where. I'll have to remember to pick it up before forgetting it's here.
Diana begins to rub against my back, similar to an animal in heat, trying to distract me but I refuse to allow myself to become distracted by her. I set the vial aside and turn to face Diana, holding the syringe away from me to make sure I don't jab her prematurely with it.
The second our eyes lock, her brows furrow with desperation as her fingers twine tightly in my hair, tugging my face down towards her. "No, Diana," I try to keep my head pulled away from her, refusing to take advantage of her like this.
"Please," she pleads, yanking harder on my neck. I bring my hand towards her arm and inject the antidote into her bicep, eyes flitting between hers as I wait for something to happen; for her eyes to lighten from her desire lessening, for her grip to loosen, for her brow to furrow in confusion rather than desperation as the fog of Ivy's influence clears. But none of it happens, none of it comes. She doesn't change, just looks slightly aggravated from the prick of the needle.
"Diana? Do you feel any different?" I try asking but I can't see any of the haze lift by looking in her eyes. Instead, she leaps forward and crashes her lips to mine with enough force to knock me back into the wall of antidotes, a few shaking loose and smashing down onto the counter.
I embarrassingly flounder under Diana's intense kiss, my head demanding I push her away while my heart wants to give in to my wife's desire. Managing to pull back, I don't miss the 'hmph' sound that Diana makes. "Diana, this isn't right. You're still under the effects of Ivy's toxin."
"I am?" She asks flirtatiously, forming the most coherent words I've heard since before we left hours ago, leaning in to press a hard kiss to my mouth, then pulling back after a moment with a teasing smirk. "I want you." Another hard kiss. "Is that so wrong?" Her kisses, while rough, are tempting and I find myself doubting that she is still under Ivy's influence, leaning into her rather than away. I blindly drop the syringe on the counter behind me before digging my hands into Diana's hair, grasping at the ebony strands almost as hard as she is grabbing mine.
But as her body begins to grind along the front of mine, I recall just how desperate she's being. Diana can be needy and while it can be quite the turn on, the level of desperation just isn't sitting well with me. I allow myself one last drink from her mouth before tearing myself away.
"Bruce, please," she begs, trying to turn my head back in her direction.
"Diana, we can't. Not until I know Ivy's not influencing you anymore."
"You don't want me?"
"No, that's not it, Princess, and you know it."
"Because I want you," she purrs, her head tilting down so she's gazing up at me through her lashes before dropping to her knees in front of me. My breath hitches, understanding what she's getting at as she reaches for my utility belt but I snatch her hands before they make contact.
"No, Diana." Her eyes squint at the challenge but her arms relax in my hold and I make the mistake of loosening my grip. She pulls her hands from my grasp and stands, attempting to appear innocent as I watch her. She remains close, leaning back towards me before her hands dart towards my left shoulder and pushes, forcing me off balance and she takes full advantage of it, spinning me around and pulling my wrists together behind my back.
As soon as my wrists are secured, I'm spun back towards her. "Diana, don't. Seriously." I tell her as she runs her hands across the bat emblem on my chest then down my stomach. "Something's wrong with you."
"You said you don't want me."
"I didn't say that, Princess," I groan in exasperation, mind fogging as my body responds to her touch. I need to get out of this but then I notice that the holster on her hip that normally holds her lasso is empty.
Her fingers find the correct notches on my belt to successfully pull it off then the clasps on my hips that secure my uniform pants. She nuzzles against my stomach before moving down to nudge against where I'm growing hard, the unforgiving material of my uniform pants growing extremely uncomfortable. "I think it's pretty obvious that you want me," she whispers, completely ignoring my previous statement.
My pants suddenly slacken and I can't fight the sigh of relief that brushes past my lips. "Mmm, hello," Diana traces along my dick through my boxers with her nose, eyes fluttering shut.
"Diana-Princess, please," I refuse to acknowledge that my plea may be for her to pull me from my underwear and instead tell myself that it's only for her to stop so we don't make a mistake.
"Do you want me?" She asks, eyes reopening to peer up at me, hands moving to rest against my thighs.
"I always want you," the lasso compels me to say, though it's not something I would've tried to fight. "But this isn't the time, Princess. I have to find a way to release you from Ivy's control."
"No, I think it's you who needs the release." She opens her mouth and slides her tongue along the front of my boxers and a growl tears through my throat.
"Yes." I'm compelled to admit but I tack on, "from your lasso. Take this thing off of me, Princess."
"You are in no position to be issuing orders, Mr. Wayne."
"Even so, I can't return the favor if I'm bound like this."
"I'm sure we can make it work. I've never doubted your abilities before and I don't intend to start now, dear husband." Her hands slide up my thighs, reaching for my waistband and though I twitch excitedly, I also know we're quickly approaching the point of no return. I'd never forgive myself if I allowed this to continue, to give in and take advantage of Diana in this state, no matter how much she seems to want it.
She pulls down my waistband and giggles when my dick bobs forward, throbbing and looking for attention. I grit my teeth, trying to will myself to soften, not to give in to the temptress in front of me but my body refuses to obey to my wishes, instead bending to its mistress's below.
As her hands move back to resting on my thighs, she taps me to make sure I'm watching her as she leans forward and envelops the head in her mouth. "Fuck," I rasp as she sucks, sinking down further onto me and taking more into her mouth. My head tips back and I try to take even breaths, mind spinning between her ministrations and my growing desperation to think of a way out of this.
While Diana busies herself pleasuring me, I halfheartedly begin to struggle against my bindings but it's of no use. Diana knew what she was doing when she tied my hands together like she did. And even if I were wearing my utility belt, nothing in it is strong enough to cut through the magical rope.
Pulling off, one of Diana's hands begins a steady pumping motion as Diana kisses along what is visible of my adonis belt. My head tilts forward to watch her, noticing her eyes fixated darkly on me, watching my reaction. She's never really done this before, having tried it the other night but only for a few minutes before needing me inside of her instead. And I don't mind. My pleasure isn't my priority, but the way she's working me now, I'd swear she'd done this her entire life, knowing to squeeze me tighter near the tip and apply sweet suction on her way down.
As I feel myself nearing my end, I make a last ditch plea to her. "Please, Princess, please take the rope off." Her eyes flick between mine, looking for a hint of deception. "I want to touch you."
After gauging her options and knowing I can't lie as long as I'm touching the rope, Diana releases me to reach behind me for her lasso. However, as soon as there's the tiniest bit of slack, I'm grabbing it and Diana is darting away, giggling, having realized my intentions as soon as I tensed beneath her hands.
She floats up, smiling salaciously as I act on impulse, straightening the lasso in my hands enough to throw it towards her. This, she clearly hadn't expected, as the moment I pull the lasso tight around her, she drops from the air. She's thankfully close enough that I can reach out and snag her before she hits the ground. "That's not fair," she whines, wriggling against the rope. "My lasso cancels out my powers." She pushes her lip forward in a pout as I place her back on the exam bed before her eyes drop and the pout disappears, replaced with a smug smirk.
I place the lasso into one hand and reach down, pushing myself back into my boxers and adjusting my pants, trying to hide the extreme discomfort of being so close to the edge, so painfully hard, and having to be forced back into my unforgiving uniform pants.
"Diana, I cannot, in good conscience, allow anything to happen until I can figure out how to cure you. I love you, I love being with you, but I will not and cannot allow us to go any further."
Something shifts in Diana's eyes, something softens. "It's the only way the fog clears." She whispers. "It's the only time I'm not in such a desperate state of need that I can't think straight, that I'm not in complete agony." But as soon as she finishes speaking, Diana disappears back behind the toxin, her smirk stretching back over her lips as she leans back on the exam bed and opens her legs wide. "Come on, baby." She rolls her hips but I refuse to take my eyes off of hers. "Make love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me." The toe of her boot glances over my thigh before wrapping around my waist and pulling me towards her.
I keep a tight grip on the lasso even as I'm pulled flush against the crux of her thighs. She bites her lip as her leg tightens around me further, anchoring us together as she begins to shift her hips up and down, rubbing herself against me. Taking into account the glimpse of information she shared a moment ago, I allow it, watching her as she brings her other leg around my waist to have better purchase to grind against me.
My eyes remain on hers, grip tightening on her lasso as her movements quicken, trying to keep myself from moving in tandem with her, and watch as she reaches her climax a moment later. Then I notice her eyes soften again, her entire body collapsing back against the bed in relief.
Once again shifting the lasso into one hand, I lean over her, cupping her face with my free hand. "Princess?"
"It's not gone," she says as she tries catching her breath. "The need is still lingering, just not as intense for the moment." Her eyes slide shut as her legs slacken from around my waist. Leaning away from her, I undo the lasso, pulling away from her to reach down for my utility belt. Refastening it around my waist, I hook the lasso around one of the compartments, realizing that I may need it as a last resort if she gets out of control again.
Moving back to her, I shift her further up the exam bed, noticing how her eyes have reopened and are watching me. As she catches her breath and calms herself, I turn and try my best to clean up the mess of the destroyed antidotes, jotting down on a notepad which ones need replacing.
When I return to her, her eyes have grown droopy. "Thank you," she mumbles and I reach out to brush some of her hair off of her face.
"For what?" I ask, slightly puzzled, hand moving to cup her jaw and keep her eyes on me..
"Taking care of me. I always want you, but this feels forced. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want-" I place my thumb over her lips.
"I will never not want you, Princess, but you're not in the right state of mind and I refuse to take advantage of you like that."
"Even if it brings me back for a little while?" I pause, unsure how to respond. It could be possible that the more we fulfill her needs, the less effect Ivy will have. Or it could make it worse.
"We'll figure this out, Diana, I promise."
"I love you."
"I love you." I lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead, grabbing a blanket from a bin beneath the bed, spreading it over her as she falls asleep.
I need to think of something and fast, before she wakes up. I doubt my abilities to truly resist her next time. But I need a cold shower first.
A/N: Okay, so not a very story-heavy chapter but I really struggled getting this chapter started. Again, I feel I am walking a very fine line here, not wanting to push it into the realm of non-consensual stuff. That's not what I'm going for here, AT ALL. But my whole thought process was Diana is reverting to her most primal instinct, her need to procreate with her mate, to the point that she's in a painful state of agony until she receives some form of relief, as if trying to trick her body into believing she's accomplished her goal. However, until Ivy's influence can be removed, Diana won't be able to really control herself.
I do feel like this is turning out to be rather similar to LOTSlover/Lotsy's (when did they change their name?) story, Inhibitions. That wasn't my goal but, hey, it's a good story so check it out if you haven't!
I also know what I want to happen in the next chapter but, again, I'm not sure how I want to start it so I'm probably gonna get hung up on it and the next chapter will end up getting delayed.
Well, that's all for now, so Happy New Year!
Thx!
AMM