Preface: The following takes place after the Batman Beyond episode "Once Burned." If you'll remember, that was the episode where Batman had to help Melanie save the rest of her family from the Jokers. However, it turns out that the Jokers never had them- that it was merely a ruse to test Melanie's loyalty, and net them some extra cash in the process. When she finds out, Melanie walks out on her family, finally having had enough of being treated as a gang member, and not a daughter. She also hands Batman a love note, asking him to give it to Terry McGinnis(Melanie is still clueless to the fact that Terry and Batman are one and the same). At the end of the episode, Terry walks off with Dana, tossing the note carelessly away, without even so much as reading it.
This is the second time in as many episodes that Melanie's heart has been broken, so I've decided to arrange this- ahem "meeting" to make her life a little brighter. I decided to create my own male character for this story, as I couldn't find anyone to logically connect with Mel- The only possibility I could think of is Willie Watt, and he's locked up in the pen after the whole "poltergeist" incident. I needed someone who wasn't evil.
Addendum: the following also takes place before "King's Ransom", in which Melanie is well on her way to creating a whole new life for herself, having secured a home, a job, and enough money to bust her brother out of the pen; while the Royal Flush Gang collapses under the egos of the King and Queen.
I've noticed that the majority of the fanfics on the Grey Archive are nonconsensual, in which sex is used as an instrument of torture and control. I don't mean to detract from those who write these stories- some of them are quite excellent, in spite of the gruesome content- but that's just not my bag. Most of the few consensual stories I do see are FFs, and the scant MFs I see aren't as well-written as the others.
So now for something completely different- a fairly well-written hentai that has absolutely nothing to do with rape, hypnosis, tentacles, lesbians, or grossly disproportionate body parts.
Wow, you're still here?
One more thing: I'm sure a lot of you out there want to skip the sweet stuff and go right to the main event. Therefore, I have used lines to break this fic down between romance and hentai- and i'll leave you to find out which is which. Enjoy!
"I wonder what my body would look like... splattered all over the pavement in a bloody mess."
Perched on the catwalk of the Lucious Fox building, some thirty stories above the cold, hard streets of Gotham City, Melanie Walker wondered what was it exactly that kept her from giving herself a slight shove over the edge, taking a 30-story trip that would end her seemingly worthless existence in a spectacular, blood-soaked cataclysm of broken bone and lifeless flesh.
She began to laugh at the idea in her thoughts.
"With my luck, that damn Batman would probably catch me. Or I'd land on someone. Or some other hero will grab hold of me before I fall."
Melanie was once one of the Royal Flush Gang, a family of aristocratic thieves with a proud history of picking entire cities clean with their devastating combination of technology and skill. Pompous as they were, though, they were still nothing more than common criminals- just like every other costumed freak in Gotham.
"I shouldn't talk." Melanie reprimanded herself. "I was one of those freaks."
A crystal tear, sparkling in the light of the full moon, traced down her soft cheek and fell thirty stories to the street, becoming no more than an insignificant speck on the sidewalk.
A soft sigh passed through Melanie's lips as her thoughts turned from her family to Terry McGinnis, the young man whom she once through was her kindred spirit, her soulmate. Out of the pocket of her short-fitted skirt, she produced a small, folded slip of paper, addressed simply to "Terry." Unfolding it, she read her own words, words she wrote only a day before.
"Terry...
Do you believe in fate?
The night I met you, I felt as if we were meant to find each other, like something wanted us to be together. You already know how I feel about you, and I'm sure you feel the same about me. I want you to meet me Saturday night, on the roof of Fox tower.
I know you'll follow your heart. I love you, Terry.
~Melanie"
She had found the note in a trashcan just outside a local nightclub she had passed on her way to the meeting place. The symbolism was obvious even to her- all her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies... tossed carelessly away with the rest of society's refuse.
Her teeth grit behind closed lips as she tore up the note, and let the remains flutter from her hands, to fly away into nothingness. She considered doing much the same herself.
Her hands gripped the concrete edge of the building, as her mind's voice spoke its last words to a world that wouldn't listen.
"My family's thrown me away. Terry's thrown me away. I might as well throw me away too."
As she braced herself for the fall, she heard her heart beating from her chest.
At least, that's what she thought she was hearing, for just seconds later, somewhere in the distance, an eerie music began to play, a tune she had never heard before, a sound she couldn't have ever imagined.
Melanie looked behind her. The sound wasn't her heart after all, but rather, a large music player. The player sat on the shoulder of a young man, making his way up the fire escape on the side of the old-fashioned tower. His hair was colored a rather dark grey, while his thin, built form wore a simple black T-shirt with dull grey jeans.
Upon first sight of the desperate woman perched upon the catwalk, he commented, "I thought I was the only one around these days who enjoyed a warm, moonlit night."
Melanie simply turned her head away, giving her attention back to the sidewalk below. Like there was any chance of things turning around now for her.
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something. I'll leave you alone if you like." The stranger in the night turned around and headed back towards the ladder leading to the building's fire escape. He was unaware of the situation at hand- sitting on a catwalk late at night was rather normal behavior- for him, anyway- and he saw nothing wrong with letting someone else have the night. There were other places to mellow.
"Wait." Melanie suddenly broke her silence. Even as she prepared herself for the jump, the word came out without a second thought. She didn't fully realize it yet, but another opportunity was already presenting itself.
"Yes?" Rather eagerly, the young man faced Melanie once more, as her gaze turned to meet his.
Melanie paused for a moment, as her mind scrambled for a way to invite this newcomer into her life.
"What's that you have playing?" she asked, pointing to the player on his shoulder.
Well, it was a start.
"Oh, it's Dark Side Of The Moon. Ever hear of it?"
"I'm afraid I haven't."
"Nobody has. It was made over 75 years ago by Pink Floyd."
"Who?"
"They were a band from the 1970s..."
"I didn't even know there WAS music that long ago."
"Oh, there was... Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Meat Loaf, Queen- their music is so much better than the dreck people crank out these days."
"I've never heard of any of them."
"They all died when net music got big."
"What is that thing on your shoulder?"
"It's an old compact disc player someone gave me. You get better sound from these than anything else."
"Sounds like it..."
Through this idle chatter, Melanie caught up with her subconscious, and made the snap judgment that taking a chance on this stranger was a little bit safer than offering herself to the pavement. She wasn't sure where to go with this, so she let her instinct take over- it was doing a good job so far.
"So, what brings you 200 feet above the ground on this hot, spring evening?"
"I'd... i'd rather not bore you." She feigned disinterest, hoping for him to press a little harder. She didn't want to seem too eager just yet.
With a freindly half-smile, the man approached her and offered his hand. "Syd."
She shook his hand lightly. "Melanie."
He placed the compact disc player on the rooftop and sat on the catwalk next to her.
"So, Syd.... why are you out here?"
"Oh, there hasn't been a night like this in a while. The sky is clear, the moon is full, the air is warm. This is the perfect night to just... relax. I like to do this every chance I get- helps get my mind off of everything below, y'know?"
Melanie looked down to the street, the same street that would have been covered with her had Syd not stepped in so innocently.
"So, ready to bore me to death by explaining to me why you're out here?" He smiled jokingly as Melanie cast him a sidelong glance. "Seriously, now. Why?"
Quickly, her mind scrambled to come up with a story to- aw, hell, might as well take a chance with the truth. What was there to lose? She sighed heavily, and responded. "It's a long story..."
"I'm not going anywhere right now."
With that she proceeded to tell him her tale- the Royal Flush gang, Terry, Batman, everything.
"I knew you looked familiar. I saw you on the news that one time, when you and the others were being arrested. I'm guessing that kid you were looking at was-"
"Terry, yes."
"He didn't know what he was thinking, leaving behind someone like you."
She turned away, blushing. "Thanks... but I don't really deserve that."
"That's what you think. This is the longest that a girl's ever stayed to talk with me. Girls don't like guys who talk. They just like Jokers."
"Jokers? You mean the gang?"
"Yeah."
"Were... were you one?"
"No, some of my friends were. You have no idea how fast people will turn on you once you put a rubber nose on their face."
Melanie was slightly taken aback at his blatant honesty. Syd's own lonesomeness was starting to show through, and she could begin to discover within him a soul as desperate as her own.
"So..." Melanie continued, her low, saddened voice growing lighter with curiosity. "Your friends joined the Jokers, and then they left you behind?"
"Yeah, they left me, alright"
"Ah, I see-"
"For dead."
She gave him a quick hug in response, and a little smile cracked on Syd's pained expression. It's rather hard to stay upbeat when you recall memories like his own.
"Thanks. Other than that, my life has been pretty uneventful- never knew my parents, yadda yadda yadda..."
"You never knew them? How?"
"Damned if I know. They were just never around. Typical foster home case, bounced around from home to home- it's almost as if my life is just one big cliche'." Syd's voice had now turned cynical and sarcastic, as if even he couldn't buy his own life's story.
"I guess we're both just outcasts." was Melanie's only comment. Syd nodded in agreement, and following that was a rather awkward silence.
Having shared their own life's troubles with one another, any possibly uncertianty between the two of them had completely melted away, and at that, their eyes left the world below them, focusing now on one another. Syd let his eyes explore Melanie's body, casting a soft gaze at the beautiful form in front of him. Her light, golden curls were mopped over the top of her head, dangling in front of her crystal blue eyes, and her lips sported the remnants of deep red makeup. Naturally, he moved southward from there, taking in the rather pleasant sight of her petite, firm chest and her curved waist, cloaked in a black sweater. Looking rather closely, he could just barely make out the signs of a powerful, well-toned midsection. He noticed next her short skirt, and the fine legs underneath them. From his vantage point, he couldn't get a good look at her backside, but he could easily imagine her small, sculpted package completed with a firm, muscular rear. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty about his ogling, and it would have eased him to know that she was doing exactly the same to him.
Melanie's eyes were doing a some scouting of their own, dreaming about what this newcomer looked like underneath his shirt and jeans. She was much more sensual than most females, and had spent many a night fantasizing about the man of her dreams. Right now, that role was filled by the man sitting in front of her, as she began to wonder about what was underneath his clothing. She pictured the man with trim, muscular build, complete with a long, thick member. She closed her eyes and licked her lips at her own thoughts.
As their eyes met once more, they snapped out of their lusty hazes and smiled sweetly to one another, neither one realizing exactly what the other was thinking about. In the background, the music player was still running, playing a young, black woman, singing orgasmically with a wonderful piano melody
"So, what do we do now?" Syd asked. It was obvious to him what he wanted to do next, but he remained cautious- his past experience with women had taught him that even a single misplaced word or errant touch would mean the end.
"I'd rather stay up here, thanks. You're right- it is really nice." Melanie responded with an adorable smile. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as they looked into the clear midnight sky, dotted with a thousand stars surrounding the full moon, shining a warm glow upon the city of Gotham.
They paused again for a moment. Syd adjusted to the feeling of his body against hers, and would have been more than content to stay with her until dawn. However, Melanie had much more ambitious ideas, as she sought now to act on her newfound desire.
Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie noticed the rising bulge in Syd's pants, and responded by wrapping her arms around him, resting them gently on his back. Her mouth whispered "I've never had a real boyfriend, you know." the look in her eyes telling him so much more.
Syd was slightly panicked. He always felt women had a hard time just talking with him, and now this one was clearly coming on to him. Shifting uneasily in her embrace, he asks, "Melanie... you really want to..."
She nodded quite eagerly, as a mischevous smile spread across her lips.
"... you sure? We've only known each other for... well, not even an hour..."
"Syd..." She retracted her embrace, placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him square in the eye. "If my life has taught me one thing, it's that you've got to take what you can get while you can. It may seem a little weird to you, me coming on like this... but for all we know, we may never get another chance. It's the middle of a warm, perfect, moonlit night. We're high above the ground, nobody can see us up here."
Syd lowered his head and nodded understandingly.
"You can tell how I feel about you, and I get the feeling... " her gaze lowers to the apparent hardness between his legs, "that you feel the same way about me. Let's just act on it while we can, 'kay?"
The young man looked upwards to her, and remained absolutely motionless, his eyes staring into hers as she awaited his response. Each second felt like an eternity to her. You can only imagine her relief as Syd pulled her into a deep, slow kiss. As he let his inhibitions fly away, his tongue slid past her lips to mingle with hers, as his hands crept underneath the back of her shirt. They pulled away for a quick second, looking into each other once more, and, just as suddenly, Syd pulled her back into the kiss, pressing his lips against hers deeply, picking the young lady up and carrying her away from the catwalk, to rest on the solid surface of the rooftop.
Melanie could feel her entire body tingle with anticipation as Syd carried her to a safer place to play. Melanie had made love before, but never did she anticipate fooling around more than she did right now. Eager to get to the best parts now, she whispered powerfully, "It's a hot night, Syd. Let's get out of these clothes.", while tugging at her shirt, teasing him with even the thought of adoring her natural beauty.
Smiling lovingly, Syd responded by bringing his hands to her rear and giving her cheeks a playful squeeze. The sudden pressure elicited a light squeal from Melanie, and she rose to press herself against him. Their bodies, still fully clothed, then began to move with one another- massaging, arousing, pleasuring one another. Melanie's hands fervently began to work on her newfound desire's jeans, quickly undoing the fly and pulling them down, so she could slide her hands into his boxers, With both hands, she took a firm grasp of his manhood, reveling in the way it firmed in her hands. Syd's own hands were busy as well, as they traveled completely up Melanie's sweater, quickly unfastening her bra strap and pulling the cups off of her firm chest. He let the discarded undegarment fall to the rooftop as he grasped her breasts in his hands, fingers gently stroking her erect nipples. Easily, this elicited a low moan of pleasure from the lady. He took hold of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, revealing to him the rather delightful sight of her bare, pert breasts. After leaving a moment to take in this wonderful sight, he used one hand to further explore her chest, while the other traced gently across her toned abs. Melanie had spent her life in intense gymnastic training, and it had rendered her body almost complete muscle, a look, a feeling Syd found incredibly arousing.
Melanie kept tugging at Syd's pants, desperately trying to slide them all the way off of his body and expose his manhood to her. He complied by standing up, so that she could her pull the jeans all the way down to his feet. Melanie rose, giving his head a light peck on her way up.
"Melanie," he whispered, holding the young lady's shoulders as they stood in front of each other, "you're wonderful."
"Later, hon..." Not wasting a moment, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the rooftop, standing in front of him wearing only her hiking boots and her panties, slightly damp from her own secretions. Syd slipped out of his shirt, his body left completely naked, and tightly embraced his newfound love. Her underwear was the only thing keeping him from making a full, deep penetration into her body.
"Gonna take them off?" Syd asked in a deep, powerful breath. By now, he was completely at ease with the woman in his arms, and was ready to give her absolutely anything she wanted.
"Why don't you do it?" Melanie replied with a slight giggle.
Syd complied, going down to his knees and grabbing the sides of her panties, taking his time in sliding them down her smooth, powerful legs. Syd brought her panties all the way down past her ankles, allowing her to step out of them. He slowly rose to his feet, not before returning her earlier favor, releasing his tounge to caress the area just below her trimmed patch of blonde hair.
"Oh, Syd!" She moaned gently at the feeling, her body now shivering at the thought of what was to happen next. Despite its brevity, this had all been delightful foreplay, and she was now more than ready to take him in. As soon as he was back on his feet, she eagerly leapt upon him, wrapping her legs around his waist and burying his erection deep into her canal, letting out a primal scream from the very moment of intrusion. Syd was taken aback at this sudden assault, but he took it in stride, placing his hands on her rear. Not only did his help him support her and aid in the motion of her hips as they moved up and down on his shaft, but the feeling of two powerful hands grasping her backside served to intensify Melanie's pleasure. Her impassioned cries and wails served to inspire her lover to further action, as he bent his knees and tilted himself forward, giving him access to her upper body. Melanie could only watch in delight as his tounge descended upon her firm nipples, his mouth taking care to suckle sweetly on each one at a time. Melanie felt powerless to resist, to do anything to disturb this delightful rhythm as her man excited her in ways she had never imagined. His hands were squeezing and kneading her tight behind, his tounge was dancing all over her chest, and his manhood was invading her in a slow, powerful rhythm. Syd let out a soft gasp with each thrust, using every ounce of concentration in his body to hold himself in until exactly the right moment. With each motion, he felt himself weakening against his own pleasure, and he found himself on the brink of releasing himself inside her. Still, this was too good to the both of them for him give up without a fight. Melanie, on the other hand, was trying to find some way to deliberately push herself over the edge- her man was working hard, and she reveled in every second of it, but she could easily tell he wasn't going to last much longer with this kind of pressure, and there was nothing further he could do to pleasure her.
"I can't last much longer..." Syd managed to gasp in the intense heat.
"That's okay... I'm almost there... just a little bit more..." she replied between deep breaths.
His rhythm slowed down, giving her only one deep thrust every few seconds, making each and every motion count, while his hands and his tounge continued their own tasks.
"Melanie... i'm losing it..."
In her desperation to come with him, she removed one of her hands from his shoulder and brought it down to her crevice, rubbing her fingers brisky against her clitoris.
Combined with his attentions to the rest of her body, this stimulation was more than enough to finish the job. As she pushed herself over the edge, Melanie began to scream madly, and Syd felt her inner muscles clamp down all around his manhood. Melanie's eyes rolled back, and she lost control, letting her body move at its own will, clutching herself as tightly as she can to her man, sliding up and down upon his shaft at a brisk,rapid pace. Syd was intoxicated in Melanie's wild, orgasmic cries, and could no longer keep himself held in- with a loud moan, he released his own orgasm, shooting his hot liquid into her body to mingle with her own. Their motion slowed, and their bodies began to cool down. Their pace slowed to a crawl and once the moment had completely ended, the lovers swept each other into a deep, passionate kiss as they collapsed to the hard rooftop, laying side by side in each other's embrace.
"Syd.... you were.... fantastic." Melanie gasped between exhausted breaths.
"So were you." Syd returned, as he cradled her body close to his.
They both fought to catch their breath, as Syd released Melanie's body and sat up beside her, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
"I've never felt anything like that in my life... you were the best, darling." Melanie whispered, curling her body against his.
After regaining his compsure, Syd took a good, hard look at the beauty curled up next to him, her sweat-soaked body glistening in the moonlight. After taking a moment to think, he asks... "So... Melanie... how about we... keep this going back at my place?
Melanie was pleasantly startled- other guys she had been with were asleep after half the intensity she had just put Syd through- and here he was asking for more. She sat up, and nodded her head. "Sure, Syd... where do you live?"
"Just a few blocks down... whenever you're ready, we'll put our clothes on and head on down."
"Do we have to? I was just getting used to this." Melanie responded playfully, her lips extending into an adorable pout as she rubbed her body up against his.
"Oh, don't you worry, it'll all be coming off again soon enough.", he reassured her.
Without another word, she slipped back into her skirt and sweater, not even bothering to put on her underclothes, for obvious reasons. Syd got dressed himself, picked up the disc player, whose music had long since finished, and handed it to Melanie. "Mind holding this for me?" he inquired.
"Sure, why- AIEE!" Melanie squealed with surprise as Syd picked her up and carried her over to the ladder. The player resting on her stomach, Melanie held on tight to her boyfriend as he carefully descended to the top platform and began to descend the long fire-escape staircase, carefully making his way down thirty long flights. As he walked, neither he nor Melanie exchanged a word, but rather, they thought to themselves, pondering exactly what the rest of the night had in store for them both. After what seemed like an endless walk, he finally reached the pavement, and glancing at the street, Melanie reminded herself of her first purpose, that not very long ago, she was ready to throw herself off the building and let herself stain the cement below. Relaxing in Syd's embrace, she concluded that being carried away in someone's loving arms was a much better way to make the trip down.
A few blocks and five flights of steps later, Syd carried his newfound love into his two-room apartment. The rooms, Melanie found, were a beautiful combination of old and new styles, modern furniture with walls adorned with framed posters of bands and artists of times long gone. Upon being brought into the second room, Melanie spotted a soft, inviting daybed, covered in a grey blanket and adorned with pillows. The young woman dropped her discarded undergarments and eagerly jumped out of Syd's embrace landing on the soft mattress. She spread herself all over the bed, writhing in pleasure. "This is a lot comfier than that rooftop, you know... I could lay here for hours." she gently moaned. Instinctively, her hands grabbed her tight, black sweater and lifted it straight over her head, once again exposing her perfectly formed chest, her nipples hardening in anticipation. Desperately, she undid her skirt and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Syd gazed at his fantasy, laying on his bed, completely nude, in a pose that could easily make a man's heart melt inside his chest. "So, we gonna keep playing, or what?" Melanie asked, her lips curving into a seductive grin.
Syd's response was instant, in a moment's notice he had gotten rid of his shirt and pants, and his full erection seemed to stare up at her, as he joined her on the bed, resting back against a pillow.
"Whatever we do now is up to you, sweetie." Melanie noted with a beautiful pout on her lips.
"If you say so..." Syd seemed slightly nervous- while the last encounter was instantaneous, an act of releasing years of sexual tension and frustration, this was now a chance for the two of them to begin to explore one another, to take their time to experiment, to practice, to learn everything they could about their bodies.
"What would you like me to do?" Melanie persisted in giving herself to Syd first, wanting to experience exactly what kind of a lover he was
He took a second to think, and then had the glint of an idea in his eye. He brought his mouth up to her ear, and whispered sensually, "I would like you to lie back and relax, and leave everything to me."
Melanie was expecting a more physical request, but without question, she did as he asked. She made herself comfortable as Syd softly kissed her once on her lips. Then once on her chin, followed by several descending kisses on her neck. He moved down her collarbone, and then between her breasts. His tongue emerged from his mouth as he gently brushed it in a circular motion around her left breast, and upon reaching the center, he placed his lips around her erect nipple and sucked on it gently for a few fleeting seconds. Afterwards, he left the one breast and moved over to the other, bathing it in the exact same fashion. This great tease drove Melanie crazy, as she knew now exactly where he was going, and he would take his sweet time getting there. He continued his descent, now kissing gently at her waist. Keeping in mind Syd's love for a strong, feminine body, she flexed her firm, toned abs, as each touch of his lips sent a soft, erotic tingle through her body. Melanie rubbed her thighs together, feeling her climax already building deep within. Syd lifted his lips off of her body, and placed a hand on each thigh, gently guiding apart her powerful legs, exposing her womanhood to him.
Melanie opened her mouth to speak, but only an incoherent moan could escape her lips as she prepared for what was to come.
He returned to work with a soft kiss to her the inside of her right thigh. He took his time pleasuring her, gradually kissing further up her leg. Melanie quivered with delight, as she prepared for his entry, waiting to feel his tongue part her vaginal lips and gently explore the tight, sensitive muscles within. She felt his tounge closing in on her area, and just at the exact moment she expected to feel that first, sweet brush, Syd pulled back, choosing instead to work inside her right thigh, just like he did her left. Melanie let out a sigh of slight disappointment, her idle hands fondling her breasts as she reveled in her man's teasing. Melanie again opened her lips to speak, but the pleasure was too much to express in words, another soft moan the only sound escaping. Syd kept up hsi work on her thigh, lips and tongue caressing the soft, sensitive skin. Melanie spread her legs wide apart, gesturing to get him to touch her in just the right spot. He stopped just at the edge, and pulled back slightly. This was enough teasing, Syd knew it was time to give Melanie exactly what she desired. He licked his lips in preparation, and slowly approached her crevice.
Unable to wait another moment, Melanie thrust her hips upward, forcing her crotch into Syd's face. Letting out a muffled gasp of surprise, he quickly regained his footing, and released his tongue from between his lips, strking her soft folds, purposely avoiding the very center of her desire.
Melanie wordlessly pleaded for him to end this tease, to caress the small fold of skin against her celing, the center of her desire.
As Syd's hands traveled around to grasp her rear end, Melanie let out a squeal of delight as she felt her lover's tounge flick against her clitoris. "MORE!" she immediately demanded, having had enough of the tantalization. Syd nodded in cooperation, and then again slowly descended upon her womanhood, releasing his tounge, allowing it to dance as it may on her pleasure center.
Melanie was psychologically weakened for the intense pleasure being given to her. Her mind was a mess of sexual thoughts, her mind fixed on nothing but this man, this moment. With no resistance left, her climax broke loose with a loud scream of ecstasy. Her clitoris already stimulated beyond control, he continued his relentless massage of the small fold, desperate to keep the orgasm going for as long as he possibly could. Her breaths were short and sharp, her hips moving up and down to her body's wild rhythm as he relentlessly massaged her bud of desire. This climax was even more powerful than the first, with Syd relentlessly massaging her most sensitive area. Melanie squealed incoherently, her body now completely at Syd's mercy, the orgasm refusing to die. She writhed passionately all over the bed, and Syd held her hips down, as he desperately worked to keep the moment alive just a little bit longer. All good things came to an end, though, and Melanie now began to relax. Her body had released what it would, and now her motions began to slow down, until she was at rest. Syd wiped his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and kissed Melanie on her lips.
"I swear, Syd... you're... I..." She couldn't find the exact words to describe the wild, intense feeling he had just given her. She didn't need to, though- the dreamy, satisfied, look on her face told him more than words ever could.
"You tired?" Syd asked.
Taking a few short breaths, Melanie replied, "Yes... but I owe you one."
He smiled lovingly. "You don't owe me anything."
She merely shurgged. "Well, I'm gonna do it anyway." Melanie got up on her hands and knees, pushed Syd down to the bed, and positioned herself over his body. "This time, you lie back and relax, and let ME take care of everything."
Syd reclined on the bed as Melanie traveled down his body, placing her hands on his manhood, once again fully erect. She slowly caressed the shaft with one hand as she reveled in the memory of just a little while ago, when he was buried completely inside her body, filling her with a deeper, more powerful satisfaction than she had ever expereienced. She played around with it a little, obviously wanting to toy with him before doing the job. She took him into her hands, gently riding her fingers down the shaft. She lightly touched the top of his head, feeling a light wetness against her finger. She closed her eyes as her hand closed around him, and she gently motioned up and down, creating the first deep feeling of pleasure inside his body. Melanie didn't want him to explode on her before she even got started, so she descended, letting his erection brush against her body, between her breasts and up her neck, before bringing it to her lips. She kissed the head sweetly, her tongue parting through her lips to touch him. With a loving sigh, she set to work, traveling down his shaft, bathing his erection with her tongue. Each brush, each kiss sent a quiver of pleasure through Syd's body, and like before, he found himself struggling to hold himself in, this time not for Melanie's good, but for his own. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever feel as wonderful as this beautiful woman's loving caress, her soft strokes across his shaft, the care she gave to his body. Melanie, of course, knew what he really wanted from her, and she was all too willing to olbige. Placing her lips over his head, she began a gentle sucking rhythm, her tongue massaging the sensitive skin, as if coaxing his orgasm out. As her lover began to write and moan in delight, Melanie moved her lips up and down his member, her tounge rapidly stroking his head. She could already taste his fluid on his tip, and she preapred herself to take him in. Syd held up for as long as he could, but his woman's skilled, loving tongue was just too much to handle. His own pleasure conquered him, and he surrendered to the inevitable, letting out out a loud moan as he released his orgasm, his shaft now shooting his hot fluid into her mouth. Upon instinct, she took the slightly bitter into her mouth and let it slide down her throat, as her tounge continued its massage to the very end. His erection died down, and she released his manhood from her lips. She smiled and wiped her mouth off, then laid next to her new freind, still in a daze from the intensity of the moment she had just given him. He shook his head and turned to her, looking into her bright, blue eyes.
"So... is there anything else you'd like to do?", Syd asked, his voice somewhat slurred from exhaustion.
She kissed him gently on the cheek. "I'm kinda sleepy. Anything else you have in mind can wait for tomorrow night, can't it?"
Syd smiled playfully. "What happened to 'we might not see each other again'?"
She pulled the blanket over them both, cuddled close to him and rested her head on his chest. "You're adorable. Trust me, Syd... after everything we've just done, there's NO WAY I'm letting YOU go."
"Same with you." Syd rested a pillow under his head and wrapped his arms around her.
"Good night, Syd."
"Good night, Melanie."
They shared a quick kiss. Syd turned out the lights, and the two of them settled down for a night's rest.
As Melanie relaxed in Syd's embrace, she realized that she almost ended tonight a mess on the streets of Gotham.. She giggled to herself. Her life had indeed changed tonight, but now, it was far from over.
Melanie drifted off to sleep thinking about what she'd do to her new lover tomorrow night.