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My Sister's Ex-Girlfriend	By : MTL Category: 1 through F > Arrow Views: 10148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
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"Nyssa, open the door!" Sara whined.
"No, I feel ridiculous." Nyssa hissed through the door.
"No, you're just acting like it." Sara grumbled, and then after a pause reminded her former lover, "You know I can pick the lock, or breakdown the door, both thanks to your training, so you might as well..."
Before Sara could finish her threat Nyssa accepted her fate, slowly opening the door and looking at the woman she once thought she'd marry and asked softly, "So?"
"Nyssa... you're beautiful!" Sara exclaimed breathlessly, "Laurel is going to love it."
"Really?" Nyssa checked, "You don't think it's too much?"
"Not at all." Sara insisted, guiding her ex-girlfriend over to a full-length mirror and making her look at herself, "See? You're perfect."
Nyssa smiled softly, then grumbled, "It's not me though."
"Who cares?" Sara shrugged, "I'll take pants and a tank top almost any day over a dress, but for my wedding? Even I wore a dress."
"I know. I was there, remember?" Nyssa questioned dryly.
"I remember." Sara grinned, before nudging her, "Didn't you fuck my sister in the bathroom?"
"No!" Nyssa protested, truly scandalised, before admitting, "You're thinking of one of our double dates. For your wedding I was good and waited until we got home."
"If you say so." Sara said sceptically, before insisting, "The point is, I felt ridiculous too, even got cold feet. Came up with all kinds of reasons not to go out there and marry the woman I loved, and then the second we were standing at the altar everything clicked, and I wondered why I was so afraid. And now? Now I've never been happier. No offence."
"None taken." Nyssa smiled, "And me too."
"Good." Sara smiled, "So go out there and marry my sister."
There was a brief pause and then Nyssa said firmly, "I assure you, I am uncomfortable in this dress, because I'm in comfortable in this dress. It is not a metaphor for anything. This is the happiest day of my life, and my feet are not cold. They are fine, and I am better than fine. I'm marrying the love of my life, and I cannot wait to start spending our lives together as a married couple. Do you truly doubt that?"
"No, but you can't blame a girl for making sure." Sara pointed out.
"When it's you I can." Nyssa quipped, before gently asking, "But if you're feeling uneasy, can you check on my bride? Make sure she isn't feeling the same cold feet as you were?"
"Absolutely." Sara nodded, but instead of leaving she just stared at Nyssa for a few long seconds.
Which prompted Nyssa to ask, "What is it?"
"Nothing." Sara answered unconvincingly, and then when Nyssa gave her a look she admitted, "It's just... it's funny you know? How life works out sometimes? I remember promising myself I would never get married, and then thinking if I ever did, it would only ever be to you. And now, here we are."
"Here we are." Nyssa nodded, before revealing, "I always desired a bride, and I did think it would be you. But I'm glad it is not, as I believe we have truly found the right person for us."
"Wow..." Sara chuckled, "How did a pair of assassins get so lucky?"
"I have no idea. But I intend to spend the rest of my life earning it." Nyssa confessed.
"Me too." Sara agreed.
"Now, please check on my bride." Nyssa asked, before cautiously adding, "Sister?"
"No problem, sister." Sara smiled, kissing the other woman's cheek before leaving the room.
*
"So, wanna run away together?" Felicity joked, breaking the silence which had fallen over her and Laurel. Then when she received a stern look for it she began to babble, "What? That would be a hilarious twist given how you two met? And of course I'm joking, because I love Sara, and hey, pregnant here, so I'm not actually running anywhere..."
"It's okay, Felicity, I get it." Laurel reassured, and then unable to resist grinned, "But I'm just not that into you, so you have to settle for Sara."
"What? No, I... it was a joke!" Felicity protested, then sighing in relief when the conversation was interrupted by a knock, prompting her to call out, "Come in."
"Sara, just in time." Laurel grinned as her sister slipped into the room, "Felicity was just trying to upgrade from you to me."
"It was a joke." Felicity repeated weakly.
There was a brief pause in which Sara pretended to look angry, then she grinned and teased, "That's just because she wants to be the filling in a Lance sister sandwich, but like I keep telling her, we've got to invite Nyssa to, otherwise it would just be rude."
"Oh God, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Laurel grumbled.
"Among other things." Sara admitted shamelessly, approaching her sister, "But I'm willing to let you two have your honeymoon first.
"Oh, how generous." Laurel rolled her eyes, before the two sisters chuckled and then hugged.
After a few long seconds Sara pulled back and told her sister, "You look beautiful."
"Thanks." Laurel smiled as she pulled away, then bit her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror and cautiously asked, "Do you think Nyssa will like it?"
"Are you kidding? She's going to want to tear that thing right off of you." Sara grinned.
"She better not." Laurel grumbled, "I told her a million times, I've been dreaming of this since I was a kid, and I want to keep this dress as a reminder of this perfect day."
*
Laurel should have known saying such a thing out loud was just asking for trouble. Hell, it was a miracle that her sister's wedding to Felicity had gone off without a hitch, and she should have probably known it was asking too much for them to have another wedding like that, but foolishly she had gone ahead with the plans that she had since she was a child, albeit with another bride instead of a groom. It had of course blown up in her face, but even in her wildest nightmares she couldn't have imagined it would have been because of evil doppelgängers of herself and her friends from another universe. That's just not what little girls thought about, or at least it wasn't what she had thought about, and yet it had happened to her, and now her special day was thoroughly ruined.
By the time the smoke cleared and the threat had been fully dealt with Team Flash had lost it's oldest member, someone Laurel only knew in passing, but it was still terrible, the priest had been killed before he could finish the ceremony, and there were who knows how many others dead or injured from the surrounding area. Also while it couldn't compare to death and injury, the wedding dress of her dreams was thoroughly ruined, as was Nyssa's equally breath-taking dress. In fact pretty much everyone's clothes were ripped, tatted and burnt beyond repair, and they all sat glumly outside of what used to be a nice church, until literal Nazis ruined it! Oh God, Laurel was the Black Canary, who had faced all kinds of pain and trauma, and yet at this moment she felt as if she was about to cry, even Nyssa's arms bringing her only a little comfort.
"It's ruined!" Laurel whimpered numbly into Nyssa's chest, those tears finally beginning to fall, "It's ruined!"
"It's okay." Nyssa reassured softly, something she'd never done before meeting Lance sisters. Then when she got a look from her bride she quickly reminded her, "Everything was insured. Admittedly not against Nazi invaders from another universe, but between us we will make sure we get what we are owed, and then we will just do the ceremony over."
There was a brief pause and then beside despite herself Laurel chuckled softly, "Was, was that a joke?"
"No." Nyssa frowned, "Which part would have been a joke?"
"The.... never mind." Laurel gave up before even really trying, "But what if it happens again? What if we are cursed? How can I just get over something like this, when I know this was how our wedding went?"
"Ah come on sis, the day isn't over yet." Sara reminded her sister as she and her wife approached the two brides, "The way I see it, we can remember this day is a disastrous wedding, or an eventful one."
Seeing the predictably confused looks on the faces of their friends Felicity quickly chimed in, "We were prepared for something like this. As Nyssa said, not Nazis, but between multiple teams of heroes we've collected quite the number of enemies, and it's hardly surprising someone tried to spoil our fun. But we won't let them. Not if you're willing to get a little, creative."
"She's just being modest, by the way." Sara beamed at her wife, "I was just assuming everything would work out okay, but Felicity was the one that came up with a backup plan, because she's so smart, wonderful, and-"
"Get to the point Sara!" Nyssa said flatly, not wanting her bride to endure more pain.
"Right." Sara blushed slightly, before explaining, "The point is, we don't need a priest. We can marry you."
"Myself and Sara signed up to get ordained online, just in case something like this would happen. And one of us would be injured, or..." Felicity trailed off, not wanting to complete her sentence, before happily adding, "But, we're both fine, and honestly, we'd both like to marry you, if that's okay? To each other, I mean. Not... erm, and we still have plenty of witnesses, sooooo..."
"And as for venue, we have the perfect spot..." Sara grinned.
*
"Arrow HQ? Really?" Laurel sighed.
"What? Everybody here knows about what we really do with our spare time, and as that's what truly defines us, what truly defines the two of you, why not?" Sara argued.
"I know... but..." Laurel grumbled, hesitant to point out, "This, isn't where me and Nyssa got together. It's where YOU and Felicity got together."
"I know." Sara grinned sadistically, "Right over there, on those mats, where Oliver is now standing on. It was magical."
Which caused Felicity to blush, but she quickly pointed out, "What Sara meant to say was that your apartment wouldn't fit everyone, so this is really the best place."
"And besides, you spent months pining for each other in here, and then acting like a sickeningly in love couple, so again it's perfect." Sara pointed out.
"I don't know about perfect, but it will do." Laurel grumbled, before turning to her bride, "I just want to marry you. Right now, before anything else goes wrong."
"Me too." Nyssa said softly, gently cupping Laurel's face.
"Great..." Sara grinned, before adding in a teasing tone, even though she was serious, "But you might want to skip the sappy speeches this time."
Laurel glared at her sister, before grumbling, "Yeah, you're probably right."
"I always am." Sara teased with a grin, before calling out loudly, "Everybody listen up, we all know why we're here, so like my sister so romantically said, let's just do this before anything else goes wrong."
"I'm going to kill you." Laurel grumbled, causing Sara to stick out her tongue at her.
Ignoring that Felicity called out, "We are gathered here today to join Laurel Lance and Nyssa al Ghul in holy matrimony. If anyone here today knows any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Only a few short seconds later Sara quickly added, "Great... Laurel, do you take this woman to be your wife?"
"I do." Laurel said without hesitation.
Sara smiled, and turned to her ex-girlfriend, "And do you-"
"I do." Nyssa interrupted quickly.
"Then by the power invested in us by the Internet..." Felicity grinned.
The two blondes then announced together, "We pronounce you wife and wife."
"You may now kiss the bride." Sara grinned.
For the briefest of moments Laurel wanted to turn to her sister and her bride and complained how rehearsed that sounded, and how much joy they were taking out of this nonideal wedding, but this entire time she had been staring at Nyssa al Ghul, who was now her wife, and she was overwhelmed by the desire to kiss her. And of course before she could do anything about it Nyssa stepped forward, pulled her into her arms and gently but forcefully kissed her. Oh yes, as always Nyssa was taking control, Laurel happily letting her and then melting into that kiss as their friends cheered and clapped around them. Then Laurel found herself being pulled more firmly into strong arms as the kiss was broken and they turned to smile at their friends and family.
It wasn't even close to what Laurel had been planning all these years, but it was still wonderfully magical. The room was even cleared so that she and Nyssa could enjoy their first dance, before the rest join them, Sara and Felicity dancing close enough to them that Laurel could see them smiling goofily and giving them thumbs up. Which made Laurel grumbled 'dorks', but smiled gratefully at them for saving her special day. Of course it was late, and there was nothing to eat and drink, so it wasn't long before their friends and family made their excuses and then went looking for a better equipped after party, while the two brides eagerly returned to where things had began between them for a real celebration.
*
"Wait, stop!" Laurel insisted, pushing Nyssa away from her once they got through the door of their apartment.
"What's wrong, my wife?" Nyssa asked, both were pausing as they enjoyed those last words. Then Nyssa guessed, "Do you not trust me to take off your dress?"
"No." Laurel said flatly, and unapologetically.
There was a brief pause in which Nyssa glared at her bride, before reluctantly admitting, "You're probably right not too, but only because I desire you so."
"I appreciate that." Laurel smiled softly, before promising, "But if you can keep your hands to yourself long enough, I promise to make it worth your while."
Nyssa wasn't convinced anything could be worth not touching Laurel right now. Then again there was no way she could touch her enough in this moment, and she had survived this long denying herself so she could deny herself longer. It was what she was trained for after all. To wait for the right moment, and denying what she wanted for the greater good. Even if that had meant she'd already wasted a lot of time that she could have been with this woman. But it was what Laurel wanted, and it was now Nyssa's sworn duty to make her wife happy, that wonderful thought soothing her enough so that she could follow Laurel into the bedroom with their clothes intact.
"Sit down, and enjoy the show." Laurel insisted once they were inside.
Without hesitation Nyssa sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her reward. She wasn't waiting long before, predictably, her bride began giving her a strip tease. Laurel had always been good at them, but admittedly this was a rare treat which Nyssa didn't get to enjoy that often because she was always tearing off Laurel's clothes, often literally. Initially Nyssa hadn't thought Laurel could do that much in a wedding dress, but she should have known better than to doubt her wonderful bride, because The Black Canary slowly danced for her in time with some music she put on, wiggling Nyssa's favourite parts of her in front of her face before agonisingly slowly unzipping the dress and pulling it down.
Then Nyssa had to clutch the edge of the bed to stop herself from attacking Laurel with her mouth and hands, as The Black Canary was dressed in the most beautiful underwear she'd ever seen. Admittedly it was similar to the other things she had worn, but usually that was black because of her chosen code name, whereas this was white to match the special day, and just so wonderfully lacy. Oh, and the way that bra hugged Laurel's breasts made them look like an extra cup size, which was really saying something. And that thong barely covered Laurel's pussy, which was already wet, and when she turned around to show off her butt again it was like a tiny piece of string in between her ass cheeks, revealing that her forbidden hole was plugged and ready for Nyssa to use it.
Such things weren't unusual for Laurel to wear, because she knew just how wild it drove Nyssa, but to think she had been wearing such things under her wedding dress, after making such a big deal of today, was truly mind blowing. Especially as the prim and proper Laurel Lance, and now Laurel al Ghul much to Nyssa's delight, had got married with a butt-plug in her bottom so she could properly please her ass loving top on their wedding night. Something Nyssa got an even better look at as Laurel bent over and slowly pulled down her thong. She then straightened up, turned around and pulled off that bra equally slowly. Nyssa was particularly sad to see that go, but she couldn't complain, especially as afterwards her wife closed the distance between them and encouraged her to stand up so she could slowly remove Nyssa's dress and underwear.
Once they were both naked Laurel softly confessed, "I love you, Nyssa al Ghul."
Without hesitation Nyssa softly retorted, "I love you too, Laurel al Ghul."
They exchanged a soft smile, and then Laurel gently pushed Nyssa down, crawled onto her lap and asked, "How much?"
"More than words could ever do justice too." Nyssa promised.
"Enough for you to let me go down on you first?" Laurel pushed.
They both knew this was a big ask, so Nyssa didn't reply without hesitation this time, but eventually she nodded, "Okay, but then you're mine."
"I always was." Laurel promised, "And I always will be."
Laurel then kissed her new wife softly and then pulled away to worship her body. Or at least that had been the plan, but despite her promise Nyssa held her firmly in place with a strong grip on her thighs and deepened the kiss. Not that Laurel could complain. In fact she did the exact opposite, moaning happily into Nyssa's mouth and then massaging her bride's tongue with her own when it invaded her mouth. Besides, Nyssa might have temporarily taken control from her, but she was yet to flipped their positions, insinuating that she had every intention of living up to her word, she just wanted another long making out session first, and Laurel was more than okay with that.
Then just as Laurel was the one becoming lost in it Nyssa broke the kiss and smiled softly at her, causing The Black Canary to smile with blissful happiness at her top before she jumped into action trying to please her like the submissive little bottom she was. At first this just involved gently kissing the side of Nyssa's neck, an area which was normally her dominant lover's alone to play with, but tonight Laurel would linger there to show two could play that game. That she was just as capable of digging her teeth into Nyssa's neck, and then licking and sucking it better to mark the other woman as her territory. Because that's what Nyssa was now. Oh yes, Laurel had been Nyssa's for a very long time now, but it was also vice versa, especially now they had made it official and got hitched in front of their family and friends.
Which was enough for Laurel to give Nyssa's ear the same treatment, and whisper things into it such as, "Oh baby, I love you so much. You're my world. And now I'm going to show you that. Mmmmmm yessssss, I'm going to eat your pussy so good. Just like you taught me. Yes, I'll be a good little lesbian wife and show you just how much I love you. And how much I love that pussy of yours."
Admittedly it wasn't the most original dirty talk in the world, but it was clearly having a very positive effect on Nyssa, and it wasn't even that long before Laurel went back to licking, sucking and nipping at her wife's ear. For that matter it was not long before she started kissing her way down Nyssa's chest and up one boob so she could wrap her lips around one of her lover's nipples, which again got a positive reaction, this time in the form of a hand coming up to press against that chest. Which made Laurel smile around that nipple, because of course Nyssa had to be a little bit in control. But to be fair it was their wedding night, so it was only fair to let that slide. Especially when she had more important things to concentrate on, namely the nipples which she started going back and forth on.
Initially Laurel kissed her way from boob to boob, and not directly either. No, she kissed the surrounding flesh, mostly to tease, but also because she wanted to cover every part of this wonderful woman's body in kisses. She knew she would not be permitted to go quite that far, but Laurel fully intended to at least worship the most sensitive parts, which was why she lingered on those tits for several long minutes. Like before with Nyssa's neck and ear Laurel gradually increased the force of the suction, swirled her tongue around those sensitive bundles of flesh, and eventually gently began to lick them, all of which was met with a positive reaction, until to her surprise Nyssa pleaded for more long before she thought she would.
"Laurel, beloved, oooooooh, lower!" Nyssa moaned, not even trying to hide the need in her voice, "I require your mouth lower. Mmmmmm, please my darling, lower. Ohhhhhh yessssss, worship me. Worship my body just like that! Yessssssss, lower! Lower! Lick my pussy my beautiful wife. Oh yes, lick me, lick my fucking cunt! Oooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeessssssss, oh fuck!"
Nyssa was slightly ashamed of herself for her own impatiens, but it just couldn't be helped. She'd just been waiting so long to get her hands on this beautiful woman who was now officially her wife, and the only consolation to being denied touching her could be having her own body attended too. Yet it wasn't enough for her in that moment, and sooner than she would have normally she let Laurel know that she was ready for more. If the roles had been reversed Nyssa would have no doubt teased Laurel for this, but her wonderful bride just kissed her way down her stomach until that hot little mouth of hers was over Nyssa's cunt, and then she stuck out her tongue and began licking her.
That first lick was of course long and slow, just like the moan that accompanied it, Nyssa practically preening with delight already, and Laurel had barely gotten started. Of course she knew from experience just what pleasure awaited her. She had made sure that herself. Oh yes, Nyssa had been the one to train Laurel in the art of eating pussy, and once again she was about to receive the benefit of that. Except like all those other wonderful times this was the beginning of their true celebration as a married couple, making every moment of it that much more amazing, which was really saying something. Something which Nyssa found herself thinking throughout the pussy licking.
She got plenty of time to think about it because unsurprisingly after that first long slow lick in which Laurel lingered over Nyssa's clit for what was maybe a full five seconds she then completely ignored it and any other really sensitive part in favour of bombarding Nyssa with a steady barrage of pleasure which paled in comparison to what she was capable of giving her. Yet it was exactly what both women wanted at this moment. Well, truthfully there was part of Nyssa which would have been overjoyed to receive a quick tongue fucking so she could do the same, or more likely grab a toy and use it on her new wife. Oh who was she kidding? Nyssa was definitely grabbing her strap-on and pounding Laurel with it in all of her holes.
While there may have been part of her that would have liked that, Nyssa would have actually been tempted to use it as an excuse to spank Laurel. Probably at a later date, as Nyssa was unsure how Laurel would feel about being spanked on her wedding night. Even she thought it was inappropriate, like shortchanging one of the many things they would be doing tonight, but maybe especially Laurel worshipping Nyssa's pussy. After all, the roles of top and bottom had been established for a very long time now, and what better gentle reminder of that on their wedding night than this? So why on earth would they want to rush it? No, even as she felt the urge for more rising Nyssa ignored it in savouring the heaven of Laurel's tongue sliding over her cunt.
Laurel certainly agreed with that, but then again she always liked taking her time when it came to worshipping the pussy of Nyssa al Ghul. It was after all one of the things she lived for, and there was nothing she loved more. This was proving herself as a worthy bottom to this awesome top in such a vivid way, and embracing the lesbian side of herself she had hidden for so long. Even from herself. Oh yes, Laurel Lance sometimes fantasised about living the rest of her life in between the legs of Nyssa al Ghul and worshipping her beautiful pussy with her unworthy mouth and tongue. Often when she shouldn't, although thankfully this wasn't one of those times.
Then of course there was the selfish pleasure of being able to look up and see the beautiful body of Nyssa al Ghul stretched out before her, in this case completely naked so that she could truly admire her. And her face! Oh, to see a look of ecstasy on that beautiful face, and know it was because she was giving her physical pleasure? Oh yes, that was truly worth living for. As was the taste of Nyssa's pussy. Laurel had nothing to compare it too, but she was sure it was the most delicious cunt in the multi-verse. It was certainly the most heavenly thing Laurel had ever tasted, and her addiction to it had only grown every time Nyssa gave her the honour of placing her unworthy face between those beautiful legs and be a good little muffin muncher for this goddess of a woman.
On this particular occasion, like with most, Laurel was provided the added bonus of having Nyssa's hand on the back of her head, nonverbally telling her what she wanted. Sure, it had taken a little practice to tell what every little tug and squeeze meant, but Laurel was confident that she had got the hang of it, and now all that work was paying off big-time on this most special of nights. True, Nyssa was giving her a few simple instructions, like just a little more attention on her clit, or simply continue licking her just like that, but it was a wonderful little bit of encouragement to go along with the constant moans, gasps and whimpers of pure pleasure Nyssa was letting out, without even trying to hide them. It was also a gentle sign of her dominance, which Laurel also loved.
For what felt like an eternity the two women were completely lost in the bliss of Laurel worshipping Nyssa's pussy. Eventually Laurel became aware of just how needy Nyssa was getting, until finally she gave a sign that she wanted Laurel to make her cum. Normally this would be more than enough, and Laurel was very tempted to just go for it, because as much as she loved the taste of pussy cream, girl cum was even better. But no, not tonight. Tonight Laurel wanted to hear Nyssa demand it. Maybe even beg for it. No, Laurel was still the perfect bottom, and wanted it to be a demand, she just wanted to hear it. And she was confident that if she held out for just a little bit longer she would get it.
Nyssa was determined to hold herself back at all costs, both because she wanted the two of them too enjoy this for as long as possible, and because she had a reputation to uphold. As always it was more the former than the latter, especially on this extra special night, and Nyssa used every trick in the book to make sure she would hold out for an extra long time because of it. Of course she was just fighting the inevitable, as the hot little tongue and mouth of Laurel Lance just wouldn't be denied. Laurel al Ghul, Nyssa reminded herself with a wide and satisfied smile, which of course only made it more difficult to resist. Hell, she almost felt like she came just from that extra wonderful thought, let alone demand to cum. Or worse, beg for it.
In the end it was the fear that she would ruin the moment by begging for something that by right she shouldn't have to ask for had Nyssa reluctantly tugging the back of Laurel's hair, silently letting her girl know it was time to make her cum. It wasn't the preferable way for this to end on such a night, but Nyssa wasn't sure she could trust her own voice. But as it turns out she would have too, because in a rare show of disobedience Laurel just kept gently licking her. Worse, she tried to appease Nyssa by lingering extra long on her clit, which was both infuriating and impressive. Especially as it had left Nyssa with no choice but to say something, and just desperately try and concentrate on making it clear that she wasn't asking. And of course, fight through her own moans, gasps and whimpers to actually be coherent.
"Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, fuck me with your tongue beloved! I'm ready to be fucked by your tongue." Nyssa moaned as she pushed Laurel's face deep into her cunt, "Yesssssssss, make me cum you little bitch! Mmmmmm, my little bitch! Oh yes, I want my little lesbian bitch to make me cum! Yes Laurel, mmmmmm, you are my bitch, and I wish to cum in your hot little mouth. Ooooooooooh, and all over your beautiful face, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeesssssssssss, fuck me! Fuck me! Tongue fuck me my wife, tongue fuck me like the submissive little bottom you are! Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss, mmmmmmm, fuck me!"
To Nyssa's credit she was just about able to control herself long enough to get exactly what she wanted. Which was impressive, as Laurel denied her for a surprisingly long time, the circumstances of the night making her bold. Or perhaps Laurel was anticipating that Nyssa would want them both to enjoy this moment a little longer. For which she was correct, even though Nyssa only realised that after the fact. Which was why she would probably let Laurel off with a warning. Probably. At the very least she would only use this as an excuse to punish her during the honeymoon, as tonight was going to be strictly mutually pleasurable. Nyssa had promised herself that.
Of course it didn't really matter, as Nyssa was in no shape to decide such things right now. No, she couldn't even guarantee that she didn't embarrass herself as she went crashing over the edge of the kind of incredible climax she could only really ever received from a naturally skilled rug muncher, like the Lance sisters. Oh yes, and her first love Sara had come close, but her favourite Lance sister was by far Laurel, as no one made her cum quite like her new wife. Which certainly boded well for married life, Nyssa thought with a wide grin on her face, which was the last coherent thought she had for quite a while as she was bombarded with orgasm after orgasm from her true beloved.
Laurel was quick to remove her tongue from Nyssa's cunt and wrap her mouth around that entrance the second her lover went over the edge, so she could swallow every drop of that precious liquid like the well-trained pussy pleaser she was. And the girl cum slut she'd been since first tasting Nyssa's cum. Oh yes, this heavenly liquid was just as good as the first time, not better as she'd had the chance to crave it. Something which Laurel always did now, but especially during the special day where she wanted to reward the woman she loved making her the happiest person on the face of the Earth. But also because again, she just loved the taste so much.
She got plenty of chances to taste it, because as soon as Nyssa's initial climax was over Laurel shoved her tongue back inside of her wife's pussy so she could fuck it again, with ultimately the same results. Laurel then went back and forth between fucking Nyssa al Ghul with her tongue and then ultimately swallowing the other woman's cum over and over again, just like her new wife had taught her to do. It was pure bliss, but also kind of weird, because for once Nyssa just relaxed and enjoyed her climaxes, while letting Laurel take complete control over the situation. Which made her yearn for Nyssa to take control again, like she always did, which the assassin must have realised, because it wasn't long before she gave the vigilante what she wanted.
It started out simple, with Nyssa once again tightening her grip in Laurel's hair and shoving her face more firmly against her cunt. Then she started grinding her pussy against her face, which made Laurel's submissive heart flutter. She loved it when Nyssa literally fucked her face. It just made her feel like such a whore, and in moments like this it made sure that her face was drenched with girl cum. Which unfortunately meant she didn't get to swallow it all, or even the majority of it, but the trade-off was that she got marked as what she was, Nyssa al Ghul's personal little muffin munching slut. Then just when Laurel didn't think it could get any better, it did, as Nyssa suddenly flipped their positions so she was on top, and she was sitting on Laurel's face.
As much as Laurel adored the opportunity to take her time and really savour the heavenly taste of Nyssa al Ghul when it came to making the other woman cum this was truly the best way. It perfectly displayed Nyssa's dominance over her, and practically drowned her in girl cum, making her feel like such a pussy slut. And oh, Nyssa just put her all into riding her face, grinding down upon her so hard that Laurel thought she might pass out from joy, and lack of oxygen. Then at the last possible minute Nyssa got off of her, laying flat down against her, and then bought their lips together in a passionate kiss, allowing her more dominant lover to taste herself on her lips and tongue, and ultimately inside of her mouth.
After a few long minutes of savouring that kiss, and the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other, Nyssa broke that kiss, caressed Laurel's face and softly told her, "God, I love you."
"I love you too." Laurel smiled with blissful happiness, unable to stop herself from adding like a dork, "I love you so, so much."
"Enough to let me fuck you in all of your holes with my big cock?" Nyssa asked with a wicked grin, confident she already knew the answer.
Laurel happily returned that grin, and in the most sultry voice she could muster she told the other woman what she knew she loved to hear, "You don't have to ask, they're yours to fuck. Whenever, wherever and however you want. Mmmmmm yesssssss, ever since we met every part of me has been yours. My pussy, mouth and ass yours to screw. Please, my beautiful wife, let us celebrate our marriage by you pounding all of my slutty fuck holes in any order you want, with anything you want. Please Nyssa, give it to me. I want your tongue. I want your fingers. I want your cock. I want your everything. I want you inside me in every way possible. Fuck me my wife, fuck me."
Nyssa began to give Laurel what she wanted much sooner than she was going too, but her new wife seemed to be on such a wonderful role, as she did so love hearing her talked dirty for her. And to her credit, Laurel just kept going without a hint of annoyance over Nyssa's stalling, making her words even more delightful. Besides, their naked bodies were pressed against each other so wonderfully, and Laurel had just done such a great job it eating her pussy, it was kind of understandable Nyssa wanted a break. Of course Laurel's words did a wonderful job of re-energising her, and ultimately was not long before she got off of the other woman and retrieved a nice big dildo and then strapped it around her waist.
Which of course caused Laurel to forget about her words in favour of just staring lovingly, and lustfully, at Nyssa as she equipped herself and then stood proudly next to the bed and gave her wife a knowing look. It was very, very tempting to order Laurel down onto her knees in front of her so she could give her a nice little blow job to start. But Nyssa had just used Laurel's mouth for something, and she planned to use it again to end their little session. Besides, what she really wanted next was Laurel's pussy, and she knew that wouldn't need much preparation. Especially after what she was about to do to it. So instead Nyssa spat onto her hand and teased her lover for a few long minutes by rubbing that saliva into the cock as if it was real.
Then Nyssa spat into her hand again and got back onto the bed, Laurel spreading her legs without needing to be asked, obviously anticipating what Nyssa plan to do next. Proving that her new wife was right on the money Nyssa reached down and began gently stroking Laurel's pussy, and wow! Nyssa had felt this wettness against her thigh earlier, and knew from experience that Laurel's pussy would be soaking by now, but wow! Laurel really was ready for her, and Nyssa had no intention of disappointing her wife. Teasing on the other hand? Yes, she provided a little of that. And she did, by sliding those fingers up and down for a few long minutes, making her girl whimpering adorably with need.
Just as Laurel al Ghul opened her mouth to beg for mercy Nyssa pushed a finger into her bride's cunt, causing Laurel to cry out loudly in pleasure. She then added a second finger shortly after that, at which point she really got down to some finger fucking, making Laurel squirm with delight. This wasn't technically teasing, and there were times where they were both perfectly content to fuck like this. Perhaps they would even do this later while on their honeymoon. Maybe finger each other at the same time. Oh yes, Nyssa looked forward to that intimate moment. But after attaching that strap-on cock neither would be truly satisfied until it had been thoroughly used, and it wasn't long before her wife just couldn't help but beg for it. Which delighted Nyssa, at least in this case.
"Nyssa please, ohhhhhhhh please, ooooooooh..." Laurel struggled to find her words, especially when Nyssa started rubbing her clit with her thumb, "Give me your cock! I want your cock! Mmmmmm, I want it so bad. Please, give it to me! Oh Nyssa! Oh fuck yes, oh God, ohhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddd yesssssssssss, ooooooooohhhhhhhh fuck!"
Laurel barely got a chance to get going before Nyssa's fingers were replaced by her cock, the dominant woman slowly pushing the head of the dildo inside of her swiftly followed by the full length. While she wasn't saying anything coherent the entire time Laurel cried out joyfully as she was filled up with pure Nyssa al Ghul. True, this dick was not flesh and blood, but in moments like this it truly felt like it was part of Nyssa, and it felt truly overwhelming to have the woman she loved so deep inside her. Like a groom taking his bride on their wedding night, which was what Laurel had always wanted to experience, but now she was doing it with a woman and she couldn't be happier.
Proving that Laurel not only kept moaning like a whore wanting to ensure a new customer, but she wrapped her arms and legs around Nyssa, clutching to the more dominant woman like her life depended on it. Which was for both their benefits really, as Laurel loved to feel as much as Nyssa's strong but feminine body as possible, and her bride had confessed to enjoy being embraced in such a way, the beautiful smile on her face seemingly proving that. Laurel happily return that smile, and the two women lovingly sent each other's eyes throughout the rest of the penetration, until every inch of the strap-on was buried inside of The Black Canary's cunt. Then Nyssa leaned forward to capture Laurel's lips in a gentle kiss, which of course was more than welcomed.
That kiss continued for a few long minutes as Nyssa stayed nice and still to let Laurel get used to the feeling of being stuffed with every inch of the strap-on, before slowly starting to pull back and then forwards, repeating the process and thus officially starting this latest fucking. Laurel didn't want to break the kiss, but that initial thrust got the best of her, and she found herself tilting her head back and letting out a loud cry of pleasure. Which of course made Nyssa chuckled with delight against her neck, which was quick to press a few kisses to before gently encouraging her back into another kiss, which Laurel was only too happy to comply too. At least for a little while, but there was so much more she wanted to do with her mouth.
Sure, part of Laurel would have been happy to kiss Nyssa forever, especially given the initially soft and romantic kisses were becoming increasingly heated and needy, but she also wanted to beg for more, or just tell her new wife how amazing she was, and how incredible she was making her feel. Most of all, Laurel just wanted to stare lovingly into Nyssa's eyes. Which of course she was given the chance to do, especially that last one, as Nyssa broke the kiss and stared at her intensely as she continued thrusting in and out of her. Then it was actually the usually stoic assassin who spoke first, offering her up such words of love and devotion it made Laurel's heart flutter.
"You're so beautiful." Nyssa moaned softly as she continued to make love to her wife, "You're amazing. I'm so lucky to have you. I can't believe you're mine. Ohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooddddddd Laurel, yes! Yes, take me inside you all the way. Oooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkkk, oh baby, you're so pretty when you're getting fucked by a big strap-on cock. Mmmmmmm, my big strap-on cock. Oh Laurel, take it, oh God!"
Nyssa was deeply embarrassed by the words coming out of her mouth, but she just couldn't help it. She was just so overwhelmingly happy in that moment, more than she could have ever imagined, especially growing up the way she did. Her father had been an ass hole, who had come extremely close to marrying her off to a man several times in the hopes of securing an alliance, despite the fact that he knew she was gay. And even though she had been able to talk him out of it, and was now completely free of him, she had always thought she wasn't the marrying type, and couldn't find her perfect match even if she tried. However she had been wrong, twice.
It was kind of weird to admit now, but twice she had fallen in love with a Lance sister, and twice she had imagined herself in this scenario. She was very grateful for the way that it worked out, as she had by far got the better fit for her, but in this precious moment she couldn't help but think of her first love Sara. If only to silently thank her for being so understanding, and pushing her and Laurel together, otherwise Nyssa may have missed out on the greatest joy of her life. Of course as much as Nyssa was loving every part of this she was almost ruining it with her pathetic words. Although luckily for her, she could think of the perfect way to stop them, or at least distract Laurel from them.
"Ride me." Nyssa ordered before suddenly switching their positions, "Ride my cock and show me just how badly you want it."
"Yes Nyssa." Laurel whimpered when she recovered from the sudden change in positions, and then happily did as she was told.
Which caused Nyssa to smile with blissful happiness. Laurel was always so obedient for her. So submissive. So perfect. Oh yes, and those full tits of hers certainly helped, Nyssa becoming transfixed by them as they bounced up and down in front of her with every thrust. It truly was a magnificent show, one which the assassin was happy to just lay back and watch for several long minutes. Ultimately though she just couldn't help sit up and ran her hands all over that amazing body, at first squeezing Laurel's ass and making her new wife giggle, and then sliding those hands up to cup the other woman's boobs, making Laurel moan. Then crying out and moaning loudly as Nyssa leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around one of those inviting nipples.
After sucking that nipple for a little while Nyssa started going back and forth between them, putting her all into worshipping those tits while her new wife bounced up and down her dick like the well-trained bottom she was. Of course Laurel slowed down to help Nyssa play with her boobs, which was unacceptable. At least at first. Then when she slowed down too much the answer was simple, namely Nyssa sliding a hand around to Laurel's butt and gave it a nice hard spank. Laurel had sped her thrusting up before that, but Nyssa still followed through on that little punishment, mostly because she wasn't about to let Laurel get away with that entirely, even tonight, but mostly because she knew they both loved it.
Laurel was only too happy to confirm this by crying out joyfully as she was spanked. Unfortunately it was only one blow, which almost made her want to slow down so she could get more. Almost. Of course she wouldn't risk it, in case Nyssa decided to take that wonderful cock away from her and give her a proper spanking. More importantly she just didn't want to disappoint her new wife, especially not on their wedding night. No, Laurel prided herself on being a better bottom than that. So she continued bouncing at a steady rhythm while Nyssa had her fun with her breasts, teasing her until she was aching to cum. Especially as Nyssa kept a hand on her ass after smacking it, squeezing it and teasingly playing with the plug stuffed up her butt.
If someone would have told Laurel that she would ever get married while wearing a butt-plug she'd have thought they were crazy, because she would never do something so gross and slutty, and yet that was exactly what she did. Mostly because it was inevitable that her top would give her ass the fucking it deserved, but also it now felt unnatural for her back hole to be fully closed, and Laurel had wanted to get married in her natural state, loose and ready for Nyssa to use. God, it made her feel like such a slut, and she had loved it. Loved the teasing of the pleasure to come. A tease she was receiving now tenfold now the desire to cum was becoming a burning need, and Nyssa continued to torture her with gentle pleasure.
The best part, or perhaps the worst, depending on your opinion, was the moment Nyssa grabbed firmly to the handle of that plug and began slowly pulling it out. For a second Laurel thought that they were switching holes, something which she would have welcomed, both because nothing made her cum harder than anal, and again she lived to please Nyssa al Ghul. Perhaps they were building to that, but for now the plug came out until the widest part of it was stretching Laurel's ass hole, only for them to be pushed as deep as it could go back into her butt. Which was a process which repeated over and over again, until the combination of that and the gentle fucking just became too much, and Laurel couldn't resist begging to cum anymore.
So she didn't, Laurel instead looking her new wife directly in the eyes and shamelessly begging, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder Nyssa, oooooooooh, pound fuck me harder! Slam my fuck holes! Both of them! Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, they're yours Nyssa! All yours! My ass is yours! My pussy is yours! My mouth is yours! Oooooooooh fuck, all of me is yours! Yours to fuck however you want! Please, please, pleasssssseeeeee, pound my pussy hard and make me cum! Or my ass! Oooooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, I don't care how you fuck me, just do it! Please? Oh please Nyssa, make your wife cum on your cock! Mmmmmmm, cum like the whore she is. Please? Oh yes, fuck me, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeessssssssss, mmmmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssss!"
As was often the case Nyssa was more than content with just leaving Laurel begging for a few long minutes, which was clear by the look in her eye, and this time the wicked smirk on her face. Then when the pace was increased Laurel barely got a chance to scream out in pleasure before Nyssa was capturing her lips with her own in a passionate kiss. Which was of course something Laurel welcomed, or at least as much as she could under the circumstances. Although it wasn't long before it felt like her dominant wife was fucking all three of her favourite holes, her tongue, strap-on and the butt-plug hammering the Black Canary's mouth, pussy and ass until Laurel was going over the edge of an Earth shattering orgasm. Naturally this was followed by another, and another, and another, until she couldn't even think coherently.
Nyssa smiled with pride as she made her wife cum this way. God, it was so satisfying when a plan came together. Oh yes, she allowed Laurel, and admittedly Felicity and Sara, to plan out everything about the wedding except the night of it. Well, Sara had tried to have an impact on that as well, mostly because she had no shame or boundaries, but Nyssa firmly pushed her new sister-in-law aside and focused on her own thoughts. And this, this was the fruits of her labour. Making the Black Canary air tight all by herself. Yes, it may have been more satisfying to use yet another dildo for Laurel's mouth, but this was more loving and appropriate for their wedding night. Besides, soon enough Laurel's other holes would know the joy of a dildo inside of them.
It would be a lie to claimed that Nyssa hadn't been daydreaming about those things throughout this wonderful act, or that she avoided thinking about it entirely now. However she did her best to ignore those thoughts in favour of concentrating on this perfect moment in time in which Nyssa got everything she could possibly ever want. A wonderful woman, who loved her, in her arms and cumming like crazy because of the things she was doing to her. More importantly, it was the former Laurel Lance, and now Laurel al Ghul, her wife cumming for her, while willingly taking it in all her fuck holes. How could she not focus on this perfect moment? And how could she possibly hold back from cumming herself?
She tried her best, holding off for as long as she could, but ultimately the other end of the dildo bashing against her clit and the sheer joy of doing this to her woman had Nyssa cumming. And normally this would be the point where she flipped Laurel over and used every ounce of strength she had to squeeze as many orgasms out of them both as possible, but this time she had a better idea. One which involved giving Laurel's mouth a dildo. One that was straight from her ass. Oh yes, Nyssa suddenly pulled the butt-plug all the way out of Laurel's ass and pushed it straight into her wife's mouth. Which of course made Laurel let out a happy cry, and cum even harder. Especially when Nyssa replaced that toy with her fingers, shoving two straight away hard and deep into that slutty little hole.
To be fair Nyssa made sure to rub those fingers in some of the girl cum and pussy cream which had escaped from Laurel's cunt, which had a very positive effect on her wife who came again, and she was constantly fucking the other woman in the ass, so it wasn't like Laurel wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Although it was still rough, even by their standards, enough that Nyssa felt momentarily guilty, before a mutual orgasm had her forgetting all about that. Besides, Laurel clearly didn't mind as she was too busy fucking herself on all three things violating her as hard as she could until she collapsed with exhaustion down onto Nyssa, who allowed her to rest longer than usual, so both of them could recover, and savour this precious moment. Then she gently pushed Laurel off of her, smacked her ass, and gave her her marching orders.
"Bend over!" Nyssa growled during that smack, before clarifying, "I want you in your natural position, face down, ass up and spreading your cheeks for your top! Mmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, show me that pretty little fuck hole you call an ass hole, and tell me how badly you want me to fuck it!"
After quickly obeying Laurel frantically pleaded, "Please Nyssa, fuck me! Fuck my ass, ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, fuck my slutty little ass hole! It's a fuck hole Nyssa, a fuck hole made for your pleasure! Please fuck it, mmmmmmm, fuck my ass! Pound my slutty little back door on our wedding night! Yessssssss, oooooooooohhhhhhhhh Goooooooooodddddddddd, I want my wife to give me back door on our wedding night! Please? Oh please Nyssa, give me every inch of your big beautiful cock right up my whore butt! Ooooooooooh yesssssssssss, fuck me, fuck my bitch hole and remind your wife she is your anal loving little bitch! Ah fuck, ah fuck, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss!"
Laurel found herself begging for longer than she would have liked under the circumstances, but eventually she got what she wanted, namely her wife's cock slowly pushing into her ass. Which of course caused her most private hole to be stretched wider than it had been in a while, but Laurel was now such a shameless anal whore that she actually cried out in mostly pleasure while being obscenely stretched, and maybe especially when the head of the dick slid through her forbidden hole and into her butt. Oh yes, it was an incredibly sharp pain, and humiliating given where it was coming from, but Laurel had become addicted to it, and eagerly welcomed it, knowing that even better perverted pleasure would follow it.
She was given a few long seconds to savour that feeling as Nyssa savoured her feelings of conquest, or more accurately reminding Laurel that her back door had been claimed a long time ago, and now the rightful owner was once again using it for her pleasure. Which were both thoughts and feelings which only helped whatever pain there had been to fade away, and more importantly made it easier for her top to push more dildo up her butt. Oh yes, that big dick slid into Laurel's ass hole like a hot knife through butter, the once prim and proper lawyer crying out in mostly pleasure as her rectum was slowly filled with cock. And girl cock at that, another woman anally violating her like the butt slut she was born to be. And not just any woman, but her wife.
Perhaps even more than earlier during any other sex act, or even the ceremony itself, Laurel's heart fluttered that this dominant Alpha female had chosen her to be her submissive mate. More to the point, in this amazing moment, Laurel was eternally grateful that this dominant Alpha female had chosen her ass hole to be her favourite fuck hole. Nyssa loved telling Laurel how much she loved her ass, how it was the perfect little fuck hole, and how using it for it's true purpose gave her so much pleasure. Of course, in moments like this, she didn't need to tell her that, as it was written all over her face, The Black Canary extremely proud of herself for putting that look on the face of the incredibly skilled butt buster Nyssa al Ghul.
Desperately wanting to keep that look on her face Laurel kept her butt cheeks widely spread throughout the ass stuffing, and even later when the sodomy officially began. Admittedly it was awkward looking back, and literally a pain in the neck, but it was so worth it to see the look on Nyssa's face, enjoying the fact that her new wife was transfixed on her butt hole stretching wide for that big dick. Oh yes, it felt like Laurel's purpose in life was to put a smile on her lover's face as often she could, and if anal sex was the best way she could do that, that was more than fine by her. After all, it was the best way to keep a blissfully happy smile on her face too, both women savouring every wonderful moment of this act, which included a very long and slow anal penetration.
Nyssa knew that she could have probably slammed every single inch of that big dildo into Laurel's tailpipe in her little anal slut would have probably cried out in pure pleasure, however she was far too in love with her to cause her that kind of pain. Perhaps more importantly, she knew both of them loved a long, slow anal penetration, and if there was ever a night to take their time and enjoy this perverted act it was now. Of course, Nyssa only had so much cock to give, and eventually her thighs came to rest against her bitch's butt cheeks, announcing that every single inch of her big dick was buried deep within Laurel's bowels. Just the way that they both loved it, Nyssa once again savouring the moment, before continuing the sodomy.
Which of course was an excellent opportunity for that taunting, "Mmmmmmmm, every inch! That's every single inch of my big dick inside your bottom. Yes it is, mmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck! How does it feel Laurel? Huh? Oooooooooh yessssssss, mmmmmmmm, how does it feel to have 12 inches of girl cock up your little lezzie ass on your wedding night?"
"Good! Soooooooo gooooooooooddddddddd, mmmmmmm, I love it!" Laurel moaned shamelessly, eagerly encouraging, "Oh my God, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh Nyssa, please butt fuck me baby! Fuck my slutty little ass and make me your bitch! No! Remind me, I'm your bitch! Oh yes, mmmmmmmm, remind me I'm your anal loving bitch who lives to take it up the butt for you!"
With a wicked chuckle Nyssa pulled back until her dick was about halfway out of Laurel's ass, before pushing back in nice and slowly. She then repeated the process with shorter thrusts, officially beginning to sodomise her new wife for the very first time in their marriage. It would be the first of many, Nyssa silently promised herself that, and she would gladly promise it out loud to Laurel if she asked. Honestly it had been difficult not to work it into her wedding vows, except for the simple fact that Laurel would have probably never spoken to her again. It was fun to imagine it now though, and especially the look on her bride's face as she promised to violate her shit hole on a daily basis, just like Nyssa had been doing every day since she popped the other woman's anal cherry a few months ago.
In all that time Nyssa had taken Laurel's hot little ass in many positions. She loved them all, and it was very tempting to switch to one of those other positions right now. Like maybe make Laurel ride her again. Make the little butt slut show her just how much she loved it up the ass by slamming her little back hole up and down Nyssa's shaft. Or perhaps face to face, which she knew was Laurel's favourite position, as it allowed them to look lovingly into each other's eyes. Which also allowed Nyssa to see the devotion and submission in the eyes of her sweet Black Canary, and the anal loving bottom to see the power and dominance in the eyes of her butt busting top, which almost made it Nyssa's favourite position too.
However this was still Nyssa's favourite position, especially when Laurel's face was pressed against the bed sheets like this, as it allowed her to see the blissful submission on that pretty face, and allowed her lover to look back and see the powerful dominance on her face. Sometimes their eyes even locked, although mostly Nyssa was focusing on how beautiful the other brunette looked bent over in front of her, and the way the vigilante spread her cheeks in total submission for her. Most of all, she stared at where her big dick was pumping in and out of Laurel's most private hole, the once prim and proper lawyer exposing herself in this lewd way for the pleasure of her top. Although there was something else Nyssa love to see in this position, something she was about to reward her bottom with.
Laurel also loved all the different positions Nyssa took her in, and while this wasn't her favourite it was the most appropriate, as above all else it made it crystal clear that she was the superior woman's bitch. Her little anal bitch, who was really exposing the fact that her shit hole was stretched around the other woman's big strap-on cock, a sight she knew that her top just couldn't get enough of. Hell, Laurel only had to look behind her to see proof of that, and it made her heart flutter with blissful submission to see Nyssa al Ghul staring lustfully at her dick violating Laurel's butt hole. Which was why Laurel had gladly stayed in this position for hours, and she would happily stay that way again tonight, as if there was ever a night to celebrate with a long sodomy, it was this.
But to Laurel's surprise much sooner than she would have expected Nyssa ordered her, "Bounce for me! Yes, bounce that juicy little ass of yours back at me. Show me just how much you love my cock in your ass."
"Yes Nyssa." Laurel whimpered as she let go of her cheeks and lifted herself up, unnecessarily adding, "I love it! Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss, I love your big dick in my ass! Ooooooooh yeahhhhhhh, fucking love it!"
As she continued mindlessly babbling her approval Laurel began obediently bouncing herself back and forth, timing it perfectly so that she was pushing back while Nyssa was pushing forwards, and vice versa, making sure the dildo went as deep into her bowels as it could possibly go each time. Which was wonderful, but of course it just meant that Laurel's desire to cum grew a lot faster than it normally did, so much so that she was very tempted to make herself cum like this. It would be so easy, but every time she tried before Nyssa had stopped and punished her with a brutal spanking. Admittedly Laurel had enjoyed that part, but she didn't want to displease Nyssa, especially not on this night, so she avoided that urge with all the willpower she could muster. Also, so they could just savour the pleasure they were experiencing. But ultimately, Laurel was just fighting the inevitable.
"Harder!" Laurel croaked, gradually getting louder and more desperate as she continued begging, "Oh please Nyssa, fuck me harder and make me cum. Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss, fuck my ass! Fuck it hard and deep and make me cum! Please? Please Nyssa, make your wife cum! Ooooooooooh yesssssssssss, I'm your wife now Nyssa! Your anal loving lesbian wife! Make my gay ass cum! Butt fuck me like the little anal bitch I am! Oh fuck! Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK, WRECK MY FUCKING ASS HOLE! RUIN MY SHIT HOLE! FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR BITCH WIFE AS HARD AS YOU CAN AND MAKE HER CUM LIKE THE ANAL WHORE SHE IS! PLEASE? I'M YOURS NYSSA, OH FUCK, ALL YOURS! I'LL FOREVER BE YOURS, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS, I'M YOURS I'M YOURS I'M YOURS! AH FUCK! OH MY GOD, FUCK! SOLIDIFY THAT NOW BY POUNDING MY BUTT AND MAKING ME CUM!"
"You wanna cum? Help me! Mmmmmmmmm yessssssssssss, help me make you cum by bouncing yourself back at me!" Nyssa ordered, "Come on, take your hands off your cheeks, get on all fours, and bounce that ass back at me! Yeahhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooh fuckkkkkkkkkk, that's it, bounce for me! Bounce! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, good girl. Good little anal whore."
Happier than ever to obey a command Laurel started rapidly increasing the pace until she was using every ounce of her strength to brutalise her own butt hole, bringing her so close to her climax she could taste it. Or more accurately multiple climaxes, which she never failed to receive with Nyssa, especially not during anal sex. Clearly this time would be no exception, but just as clearly Nyssa wasn't quite done teasing her yet given the way she skilfully kept her anal bitch on the edge of climax. Laurel should have known it was too good to be true, whimpering, screaming and literally crying as Nyssa increased her speed and/or delivered a hard enough spanking to keep her from cumming, although it was much more the former than the latter towards the end.
Which made Laurel desperately want to beg for more again, but she was far too incoherent to say a damn thing in that moment. Although it did mean for a few heavenly minutes she was truly nothing but an orifice for the pleasure of the superior woman, Laurel clearly giving herself completely to her top, even if it was agony. Then Nyssa increased her pace ever so slightly, sending Laurel over the edge of the kind of incredibly powerful climax she'd only ever received with Nyssa al Ghul fucking her up the ass. No, this was even more powerful than that, because now they were married, Laurel truly belonging to Nyssa forever, the thought making her climax, and the ones that followed, that much more powerful, until the poor Black Canary could no longer think coherently.
Nyssa was desperately fighting back similar thoughts, as she knew if she dwelled on them she would cum, and that would be the beginning of the end. True, she'd want to savour this just as she would savour her bride bouncing against her for later, but she just been overwhelmed by the urge to wreck this ass and truly remind her sweet Black Canary that her butt hole belonged to her. That her entire body, mind and soul, all belong to Nyssa al Ghul, the deadly assassin was again laying claim to what was rightfully hers in the most mutually enjoyable way possible, by fucking Laurel's ass hole as hard as she could. Oh yes, she brutally sodomised her now wife, making the little anal slut violently squirt her cum onto the bed sheets, proving her ownership. And that they belonged together.
Of course she didn't only prove that with the brutal butt fucking. No, Nyssa also continued smacking Laurel's juicy round cheeks, making them jiggle even more for her, and used the other hand to grab hold of the other girl's hair, twisting it into a ponytail and yanking back on it roughly. Later, she even lean down to press her boobs into Laurel's back, while reaching round to grab the other woman's tits, shortly after which was sliding one down to Laurel's clit and rubbing it, and even finger her pussy a little. Mostly Nyssa like to make her conquests cum just from the sheer joy of getting their asses fucked during anal, but again, this was a very special occasion. Most of all, she began dishing out verbal abuse.
"CUM! CUM FOR ME BITCH!" Nyssa yelled lustfully, even though she was sure that Laurel was too far gone to hear her, "CUM LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE WITH A COCK IN YOUR ASS! A GIRL COCK! OHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS LAUREL LANCE IS A LESBIAN ANAL SLUT! MMMMMMMMM, MY LESBIAN ANAL SLUT. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! WHAT I MADE YOU. OOOOOOOOOH FUCKKKKKKKK YEAHHHHHHHH, I MADE YOU MY ANAL LOVING DYKE WHORE! MINE! I OWN YOU! I OWN YOUR ASS HOLE! IT'S MY FUCK HOLE! OHHHHHHHHHHH, THE PERFECT FUCK HOLE! OH MY GOD LAUREL, I LOVE YOU! MMMMMMMM OHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, AND I LOVE YOUR ASS, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS! I LOVE FUCKING YOUR PERFECT ASS! CUM FOR ME LAUREL! OH YES! AH FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK YEAHHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMM FUCKKKKKKKKKK!"
That verbal abuse somewhat backfired as combined with the other end of the dildo bashing against her clit and the sheer joy of sodomising the Black Canary, a.k.a. her new wife, was easily enough to push Nyssa over the edge of several climaxes. Of course as always she pushed through those climaxes to sodomise her conquest for as long and as hard as possible, the two women becoming like wild animals relentlessly trying to wreck Laurel's ass hole. Even when Laurel collapsed, again proving that Nyssa was physically superior, the assassin followed her bride downwards so she was lying flat on Laurel's back and then continue to anally ride her like that. Oh yes, poor Laurel al Ghul whimpered and squirmed beneath Nyssa al Ghul as the rightful Heir to the Demon took what was hers.
It was a heaven the likes of which Nyssa wished could last forever, but sadly even she didn't have the stamina for that. So for a big finish she dug her teeth firmly into Laurel's neck, ensuring she would mark her territory this night, while frantically rubbing the other woman's clit and using her fingers and strap-on to hammer the poor Black Canary's pussy and ass. Which of course made Laurel pass out from ecstasy, which in turn made Nyssa smirk with triumph, and continue to one more climax before stopping, in the process literally using the woman she loved as an orifice for her pleasure. Then she collapsed onto the body beneath her, and began covering Laurel's neck and shoulders in kisses, while whispering sweet words to her perfect little bottom.
Some of those things being, "That was wonderful. So amazing. So perfect for me. You're perfect. Oh Laurel, I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Laurel eventually groaned as she slowly came too.
"So, are you ready to show me my handiwork?" Nyssa grinned wickedly against Laurel's ear.
"Oh God yes, mmmmmmm, please Nyssa, allow me to show you your handiwork." Laurel moaned, "Show you what an amazing job you did busting my butt!"
"Very well..." Nyssa purred, slowly moving off of her lover and shuffling back, "Spread your cheeks! Mmmmmmm yessssssssss, show me your pretty little gaping ass hole."
Laurel cried out mournfully when the giant dildo was removed from her bowels, leaving a cavernous ruin in it's wake. Despite how much work it was to stuff her butt with that weapon of ass destruction towards the end of anal sex it felt like part of her, or more accurately part of Nyssa which was allowing them to become one, so it was heartbreaking having it being removed. But the fact that it also left her open and sore for hours left her feel like such a massive whore it made up for the loss, especially when her top ordered her to spread her cheeks and lewdly expose her gaping butt hole. So Laurel was only too happy to do that now, slowly spreading her cheeks wide open, and even looking back bashfully at Nyssa's camera phone while her new wife took some mementos of this special occasion.
"Mmmmmmm yes, that's it, good girl. That's so pretty." Nyssa praised softly, adding after a few more long seconds of staring deep into Laurel's rectum, "Now suck my cock. Clean it of all of your butt cream like the little ass to mouth slut you are! The little ATM slut I trained you to be. Oh yes Laurel, make me proud. Oooooooooh, even more proud than I already am. Oh yes!"
Initially Laurel waited for a response, all the while deep down knowing she probably wouldn't be given one. Of course she also just wanted to hold herself like that for a little longer, before inevitably turning around and getting down between Nyssa's legs. She had of course been anticipating this, her mouth already watering at the idea while she was spreading her cheeks, and now all she wanted to do was swallow the entire length in one gulp. However she was far too well trained for that, and instead slowly crawled downwards until she was in position, looked up at Nyssa lovingly, and then wrapped her lips around the strap-on cock her wife had just used to pummel the deepest part of her butt.
Not so long ago Laurel would have been horrified by the very idea of doing something like this, but now? Now she was moaning happily like the ass to mouth whore she was as she tasted the deepest part of her bowels, and not simply for Nyssa's benefit, but because she truly loved the taste. In fact, it was only second to the taste of Nyssa's cum when it came to her favourite flavours. Which was why she savoured it, before beginning to bob her head up and down the strap-on, pushing inch after inch into her mouth and eventually into her throat. Which was another thing she couldn't have imagined doing, especially so easy, but her deep throating skills had dramatically increase since becoming Nyssa's girl, and they would probably improve even further now she was her wife.
All of this of course pleased Nyssa, who continued giving encouragement throughout this, although for once it was less verbal and more simple looks and touches, which in this moment seemed absolutely appropriate, even if it did make Laurel feel a bit like a pet. Then all of a sudden she was being pulled upwards into a pair of very strong arms, gently and lovingly kissed, and then the two women just stared at each other for the longest time. Laurel could have never imagined that this would be her wedding night, and she'd be having it with her sister's ex, and a woman to boot, but she could never imagine being happier then with Nyssa al Ghul. And now, she was staring into Nyssa's eyes and dreaming of the wonderful life she would have with her sister's ex-girlfriend.
The End.
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