“You bastard!” shouted Wonder Woman. “By the mothers of the Amazon, I will kill you,
I swear it.”
“Actually, Wonder Woman, I’ll kill you. If little miss cunt here, doesn’t do as she’s told.”
He looked back at me with a stare that knew guilt was my weakness.
I put my hand at the base of his cock and with a single rotation of my wrist turning
around it, Deathstroke’s whole body shivered.
“Don’t do it!” Diana exclaimed. “We’ll get out of this, I promise.”
It was easy for her to say. She was so used to getting out of every situation. And I knew
somehow, someway we would get out of this one as well. But I needed time, and we had no
powers to fight back with. The best course of action was stalling for time and keeping my
partner alive for as long as possible.
I rotated his dick harder, watching the head rise until it swelled, and the shaft was fully
erect. I stuck my tongue out, extending it as far I could and wiped the bottom of his shaft clean.
I motioned my head back and forth, lubricating the bottom of his cock with my tongue until
saliva coursed down my mouth. I covered his whole head in my mouth and closed my lips,
tugging it as I sucked. Deathstroke moaned. I could tell he hadn’t had his dick sucked like this in
a long time to be so sensitive to my tongue flicking his head around in my mouth like a leaf in
the wind.