Endless Legacy Ch. 62 (DC Comics) (Patreon)

A/N: Lady Gotham gets put in her place.

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SMACK!

The back of his hand slams into Gotham’s cheek, causing the personification’s head to snap to the side… and a wanton moan to leave her lips.

“Mmm… more. Give me more~”

Her exposed pale breasts jiggle with the movement as well, drawing Lucien’s eye for a moment. He reaches out and grabs them somewhat viciously, giving them a good hard mauling as he squeezes both to the point of painfulness. Gotham just moans some more, a quite literal glutton for punishment.

… How was he supposed to go about handling her when anything he did to her would only feed into Lady Gotham’s kinks even more? For a split second, Lucien considers changing tack completely and trying out acting loving and gentle to catch her off guard. But he discards that thought just as soon as it comes to mind for two reasons.

Number One, he doesn’t think it would work on Gotham in the first place. She’s not the kind of entity that would succumb to tender love and care, he figures. Which led into Number Two… she definitely wouldn’t succumb if it wasn’t REAL and at this point, Lucien doesn’t feel anything but disgust and contempt for the bitch in front of him.

Whatever he was going to do, it needed to be raw, unfiltered, and real. As cheesy as it might sound, whatever he did needed to come from the heart. Finally, it hits him. With a sneer, Lucien takes a step back.

“And why should I?”

Gotham blinks, caught off guard by his response. The half-naked beauty stares at him uncomprehendingly for a moment before beginning to sneer.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure my favorite clowns get back together ASAP!”

“No, you won’t.”

Now, confusion flickers across her face.

“And why wouldn’t I?”

Standing straight, Lucien looks the personification in the eye.

“Because if you do, I won’t stop until I’ve erased this city from the map. Even if it takes me a hundred years… even if it takes me a thousand years. I won’t kill you. I won’t hurt you. I’ll simply end you… completely and totally. And if you really think I can’t, then you don’t understand exactly what I am just yet.”

For the first time, Gotham starts to look slightly uncertain. Lucien, meanwhile, is projecting complete confidence and surety in his words, which only serves to further add to her uncertainty. He means everything he just said, even if he’s half-talking out his ass. Because there’s one part of all that which he admittedly can’t be too sure of… after all, even Lucien himself isn’t exactly sure what he is at this point.

It’s something to do with Death of the Endless, but beyond being tied to her, there’s no real term or clarification for what he’s supposed to be. Still, it’s not surprising when Gotham’s eyes flicker from Lucien’s determined face over to the Endless in question, only to find Death watching on in amusement.

At the unspoken question lingering in the air, Death just shrugs.

“My brother Dream has his Vortexes. Once an era or so, a mortal becomes the very center of the Dreaming. Only briefly of course, but with catastrophic consequences if left unchecked.”

Stepping up behind him, Death drapes her arms over his shoulders, hugging him from behind. It’s a weird juxtaposition, because normally Lucien is taller than her… but in this place, reality itself is a bit wonky. So even though he’s making eye contact with Gotham right now for instance, Death of the Endless is able to hold him from behind and even rest her chin on the top of his head as she runs her hands down his chest.

“Lucien though… he’s something entirely new. One day, he may very well usurp the concept of death itself from my grasp. And on that day… well, who knows what might happen?”

There’s a pause as Death’s words settle in the air rather heavily, like an invisible weight. For a moment Gotham trembles in front of them and Lucien wonders if their little tag-teaming has really gotten through to her.

… And then the most euphoric look yet spreads across the beautiful pale woman’s face as she shudders in sheer ecstasy, seemingly orgasming on the spot at the very idea.

“Yesssss~”

Lucien can’t help but feel a little perturbed, even if he doesn’t let a single ounce of it show outwardly. Gotham, meanwhile, grabs at her own tits and feels herself up, moaning even louder than before.

“Complete… and utter… cessation of existence. Please… promise me that. Promise me that when you have the power, you will destroy me. Swear it on everything you hold dear and I will submit to you. I will give you my everything, I will name you my Master and I will obey you in all ways.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Lucien shares a look with Death, but he can’t tell if the Endless is more amused or bemused by all of this. In the end… what was he supposed to do?

“I swear it.”

Another shudder runs through Gotham’s frame. She collapses to her knees as another climax overtakes her at the promise of her own destruction. It’s at that point that Death steps out from behind him and over to the personification of Gotham City. The Endless reaches down and grabs a fistful of Gotham’s black locks, yanking her head back somewhat viciously.

“Well then, it would seem you’ve gained yourself a pet Lucien. Shall we break her in together?”

Lucien swallows… but nods, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock as he steps forward. He’d been dressed mere moments before, but this wasn’t the real world… things were different here. Not too different though, Lucien notes even as Death grips down harshly on Gotham’s hair and Gotham opens wide, her tongue lolling out of her mouth right there on the spot.

His throbbing mast slides into Gotham’s warm, wet, waiting mouth a moment later, only to be engulfed entirely as her lips suction down almost instantly. Staring up at him with far more devotion in her eyes than he would have expected this early in the game, Gotham proceeds to try to suck the damn soul out of his body as her cheeks hollow out and she all but inhales his cock down her throat.

Thankfully, his soul belongs to Death herself and the Endless isn’t one for sharing… at least not THAT kind of sharing. This kind of sharing seems to be fair game however, especially when she’s half in charge. Grinning now, the Endless begins to bounce Gotham’s head up and down his cock, positively skull fucking the other woman on his shaft without reservation.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Of course, Gotham is loving every second of it… as seen by her hands falling to her chest and her crotch. One set of fingers pulls hard enough at her nipples that he’s worried she might tear them off of herself. The other drives into her cunt with so much force that the squelching noises almost overtaking her gagging and choking up top. And, not to be outdone, she quickly transitions the hand down below into a full fisting experience, until her entire forearm is disappearing up into her pussy over and over again.

She’s fucking insane. Lucien had already sort of known that he supposed. On an intellectual level, of course a personification of Gotham would have to be insane. You couldn’t love the Batman, Bruce Wayne, AND the Joker all at the same time and be considered ‘sane’, after all. Lucien couldn’t honestly think of three people who were more different from one another off the top of his head.

Still, he hadn’t really understood how broken and destitute Gotham truly was until she’d taken his threat to end her as a good thing instead of the attempt at intimidation that it was. His plan had been to turn the tables on her. To take her initial begging for ‘more’ and run with it, turning things around so that she was the one doing his bidding instead of him only giving her exactly what she wanted.

But instead, that had been derailed by the true depths of Gotham’s depravity. It wasn’t enough to beg him to choke her or even kill her. She didn’t just want to die; she wanted to end completely and permanently. Forever.

… Lucien didn’t know what it said about him that all of that wasn’t a dealbreaker. To be fair, he didn’t think most of it was particularly arousing either, but it wasn’t enough of a turn off for him that he wasn’t rock hard right now anyways. With Gotham on her knees, huge tits out and bouncing wildly all over the place and Death forcing her down his length again and again, Lucien is enjoying himself more than he really feels like he should.

But fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound. He growls and thrusts forward, meeting the push of Death’s hand against the back of Gotham’s skull and forcing his cock even deeper into her throat again and again.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

Drool, saliva, and slobber build all over Gotham’s lower face, making an utter mess of the tattooed woman as tears stream down her cheeks, running through mascara that he hadn’t even known was there. Maybe it wasn’t until now, to be fair. Either way, Gotham’s face is soon a ruin, even as her big watery eyes never stop staring up at him adoringly.

“Fuck… here it comes!”

At hearing that, Death doesn’t hold back. The Endless forces Gotham all the way down his cock one last time and then holds her there for a long moment as Gotham gurgles and chokes. The personification doesn’t resist in any way outside of some spasming, even as Lucien unloads down her throat, his seed filling her air passage on its way down her gullet.

Gotham’s eyes flutter, rolling back in her head for a moment before closing entirely briefly. She doesn’t go purple or anything like that… but Lucien is pretty sure she gets what she wants. He’s pretty sure she ‘expires’… at least for a moment anyways.

The instant he pulls back out of Gotham’s throat, she comes back alive, coughing up his cum and breathing in deeply. This is followed by more wanton moaning, her fist still in her cunt until Death yanks her up to her feet and spins her around, pulling her into a deep tongue-filled kiss… that seems more like an exploratory mission to steal his cum while conquering Gotham’s ‘land’ then an actual makeout session truth be told.

Lucien’s cock twitches and is fully hard again in no time watching this display. And on top of that, Gotham is thrusting her dress-clad ass back in his direction, wiggling it enticingly. So of course he steps forward and grabs her by the hips… before ripping that part of her dress clean off as well. Fingers digging into Gotham’s pale ass cheeks, Lucien barely even hesitates before deciding if he’s going to fuck her, he’s going to fuck her in the anus.

Spreading her nice and wide, he wastes no time in slamming the entire length of his cock home into that too-tight hole, making Gotham squeal and scream in painful ecstasy, albeit muffled by Death’s mouth. Though not for long. Lucien has been fucking Gotham’s ass for just a few thrusts when Death finally ends the aggressive lip lock and takes a step back, sitting down on a gothic-looking couch that may or may not have been there mere moments before.

Dragging Gotham’s head with her, the Endless forces Gotham down between her thighs, grinding the other personification’s face into her cunt where she begins to eat Death out. Of course, just as Lucien’s cock has never managed to bring Death to climax, Gotham’s mere tongue doesn’t have much better of a chance.

Indeed, Death is completely calm as she humps Gotham’s face, looking up at him with amused, glittering eyes. Lucien, for his part, just fucks Gotham’s ass even harder, pushing the bent over goth bimbo deeper into Death’s pussy in the process. This was the greatest amount of respect that Gotham deserved from them, he comes to realize. That being… absolutely zero respect whatsoever.

If she could speak right now, she’d probably agree with that sentiment. As it is, the two of them spit roast her between them, leaving her moans and shrieks muffled even as her anus grips down on his cock, squeezing rhythmically all along his shaft. Lucien doesn’t hold back for even a moment either. He fucks her hard, he fucks her relentlessly, and he doesn’t bother worrying about whether he’s hurting her or not. After all, she loves the pain, masochistic pig that she is.

As if reading his mind, Death suddenly meets his eyes with a grin and makes an… interesting motion with her hand. Realizing what she’s suggesting after a moment, Lucien reaches forward and pulls Gotham’s head out from between Death’s thighs. Gotham whines for a moment, only to choke when Lucien pushes his index and middle fingers up her two nostrils and PULLS hard, hooking them in and yanking her head back in the process.

As her nose is pulled back flush against the bridge, Gotham’s ass tightens up even harder around his cock from the sheer humiliation and degradation of the moment. Death, meanwhile, reaches up and grabs Gotham by the face, squeezing none too gently as she smiles vindictively.

“You’re just our little piggy, aren’t you? Oink for us, piggy.”

Panting noisily and needily, Gotham moans before doing as she’s told.

“Oink! Oink! Ooooink!”

She squeals as she cums rather messily, coming undone and squirting all over the floor while still trapped between them. But not for much longer before Lucien tips over the edge again as well and fills her bowels with his seed. It’s somewhat therapeutic to be honest. Completely and utterly trashing this bitch, this personification of a city that’s caused so much pain and suffering for so many people.

Letting out an explosive breath, Lucien pulls out of Gotham’s ass and lets go of her, watching as she falls to the floor in front of him. Face down, ass up. He stares at her for a second wordlessly, still coming to terms with how this has all gone. It definitely wasn’t his expectation or intention when he’d come here with Death. And yet… he can’t bring himself to be all that upset with this outcome.

That said… what the fuck was he supposed to do now?