"Are you dating anyone right now?"
Aaron peered over his shoulder. A voluptuous redhead was naked and laying flat on her stomach, head facing him on top of a pillow while smirking mischievously. Vicki Vale, as expected, was quite the inquisitive personality.
"I wouldn't be here if I was with someone," Aaron responded, looking back at the wooden floor. "Why?"
"Well, you know how people can be. Plus, you're a stud. You're ridiculously well-hung. I doubt one woman is enough to keep you down."
He could feel her gaze eat up his toned back. Aaron sighed, got up from the bed, and spun on his heel. Her gaze immediately switched to his cock and balls which were dangling between his legs lazily.
"Sorry, but I'm not some politician."
"Polygamous then?"
"Never considered it."
"A manwhore?"
Aaron deliberated. "Maybe."
"I can tell," Vicki said, smirking cheek-to-cheek. "I can't move my legs, much less walk, and I have an interview to conduct today. I'll need crutches to get to the anchor."
Aaron snorted. After she woke up, he proceeded to fuck her into the night. He even tried anal, although he was only able to lodge in half his length. Despite the small setback, he managed to stretch her holes beyond her imagination. With the sun rising, Vicki couldn't feel anything. Her asshole, her throat, her pussy, she was somewhere between being sore and numb.
He put a foot on the bed, reached over, and groped her rump. The pale globes were a tinge red from all the balls-slapping and spanking. Even so, the firm sensation did wonders for his fingers and as she spoke he continued kneading her ass cheek like a professional baker.
"Do you have anyone you like?" Vicki asked.
Strangely enough, her question did summon a certain face to the front of his mind. He ignored the face and responded with a resounding, "No."
"I see." Vicki hummed and added, "We make a good pair though, don't we?"
The underlying meaning behind her words resulted in her getting spanked. The booming clap nearly elicited a moan. Aaron went back to fondling and switched to her other ass cheek.
"W-what?" Vicki huffed. "Don't we?"
"Hardly," Aaron replied, unfazed. "You're Vicki Vale. I'd rather not get caught up in whatever scandals you write yourself into."
"Don't tell me you're the type of guy to just sit back and watch the city burn?" There was a fire in her words. A real passion. It was eerily reminiscent of Cassandra.
"Of course not. I do what I can here and there but I do it within the comfort of my home. Unlike some people, I don't want the Joker to cripple me."
Vicki frowned. "That's a risk we have to take."
"And that's what sets us apart." Aaron stopped. His fat dong swung back to his thigh as he drew back and searched for his clothes. "I told you. Sex, personality, we are not compatible whatsoever."
"I don't know about the sex part," Vicki grumbled. In the back of his throat, there was the temptation to tell her just how bad she was in comparison to Cassandra. He decided against it when he realized it would do nothing except jeopardize their relationship. If every fuck session meant he got access to her phone, then it was a session well spent. He had already sent pictures of Vicki's investigation over to the Robins. He, of course, asked to be anonymous when they handed the information over to the Nest–to Lucius Fox.
Once he fully dressed, he bid her goodbye and left. Vicki asked for his number, which he dutifully supplied, as well as when their next session would be. Aaron couldn't give any promises but he implied he would swing around when he was horny. Vicki was okay with that. As long as they spaced out their sessions and she could not only recover but work effectively, then it was fine with her. She said she needed an outlet every two months. Even if he was taken, she wanted him to continue their little relationship.
Aaron responded that he would think about it. Vicki was clearly someone who needed a partner–and he wasn't referring to a sex partner. She was professional, compulsive, and too lonely. If she attached herself to him too much, then he suspected there would be turbulence in the future. Becoming the enemy of Vicki Vale was not a good idea. It would be better to stay in her good graces by maintaining their relationship but also keeping boundaries.
While walking to work, it finally dawned on Aaron that Vicki would never be able to get a boyfriend because of him. His cock had absolutely demolished her pussy, her throat, and her anal hole. There was nothing for any other man to explore, nobody who could match his size or skill. Put simply, every male who would try to penetrate Vicki, who would try and establish a relationship with her, would fail simply because they wouldn't be able to measure up to him. Aaron, whose cock and technique dwarfed all men in Gotham. If Aaron got Vicki to admit that Bruce Wayne, Batman himself, had a tiny dicklet and fumbling hands, then the remaining men of Gotham stood no chance. Aaron made Vicki scream at the top of her lungs at how much better he was–at how much deeper he was going–how fast and hard and big he was. It would be a surprise if the entire block didn't hear it.
It was sad. From the look of things, Vicki would end spending the next five years of her life lusting after him, never being able to move on.
'Maybe I really did go overboard.' Sigh. 'It is what it is.'
His phone received a notification. He ignored the sound in his pocket. He was already a few minutes late to work. The buzz came again and again and again until Aaron could stand it no longer. He read seven notifications from Tanya.
> Tanya: Hello, how are you? Work has been cancelled due to a gas leak. Please come to this address for our agreement.
The message came an hour ago. Along with it were similar messages from his supervisor. She was telling the truth and not just making up an excuse for sex.
> Tanya: Hello? I hope you are awake. Because of the gas leak, work is cancelled. Instead, you should come to this hotel at 10 o'clock.
What was this, a business email? There was a hyperlink and everything. There were two more messages on top of the ones sent before, similarly desperate.
> Tanya: Hello? Are you awake?
> Tanya: I'm lonely.
Aaron sighed and put in his response.
> Aaron: I'll be there.
She was typing. A minute later, her message came through. Aaron cringed.
> Tanya: Okay! Please come! I'm really wet!
If there was a Guinness world record for the worst cougar in the world, Tanya would take that award and eat it. She was terribly out of touch. Seven million dollars was seven million dollars though.
***
Aaron's tongue rolled around the inside of his mouth. He didn't know how comfortable he was with this. However, money was money and he was getting a shit ton of it if he went through with it.
Forehead and palms flat on the carpet floor, prostrating like a peasant, was the wealthy wife of Wayne Enterprises CEO, Tanya Fox. And in front of her, the object of her appraisal, the thing forcing the Christian woman to kneel down in prayer, was a dangling white cock. His cock. Flaccid and dripping with water, having just showered, and attached to be a male body that could only be described as flawless. Perfection. Magnificence.
"Work your way up, whore."
Aaron's command made her rise. She crawled forward, sniffed his hanging member, and then wrapped a hand around it. Soft and in its lowest form yet she couldn't fully grasp it.
"It's so much bigger than my husband's," Tanya mumbled. Her ebony fingers seemed to pop out against the white background that was his dick.
"Did I give you permission to talk, whore?"
Tanya glanced up, panicking, and shook her head vehemently.
"Good. Now suck."
She lifted the hog of meat and pointed it to her mouth. She was hesitant but eventually pulled through and put it in her mouth. She took a long, deep breath through her nose and started sucking. Her cheeks narrowed around his girth as she sucked and sucked. Her tongue swirled around his head, still massive and difficult to scale despite its softness.
Aaron grew and grew and grew. Thickening, extending, rising. Tanya's eyes flickered up at him, begging for mercy, but he did not grant it. His engorged head, worth about four or inches, the entirety of her husband's length, shoved inside her mouth. She had been training her gag reflex but it wasn't enough. With a single shove, he'd make her choke.
So that was what he did.
He flicked his hips forward and forced two more inches inside. Tanya held onto his shaft as if it was her lifetime as she gagged violently. Aaron grabbed her hair and with his great strength held her there. He barely reached her throat yet the MILF was acting like he was reaching past her windpipe. She could still breath but due to her horrid technique and lack of experience with a big white cock she struggled more than Aaron's previous partners.
It didn't even feel all that good either. He rolled his eyes and released the curls of her hair. "Alright, bitch, you can rest."
Tanya escaped his gargantuan member with a great gasp and ended up coughing erratically. Holding onto her throat, eyes tearing up, she took a few minutes to recover. Aaron put a hand on his hip, his steely hard dick waiting patiently.
"T-thank you, Master," Tanya managed to gasp out. She wiped her terms and once again put her forehead to the floor.
Master-servant roleplay. It was a little weird given she was visibly black and he was pasty white, but he tried not to think about it too much. It was just roleplay after all. Simple, harmless roleplay. Aaron was a decent guy so he wouldn't go too far. Not to mention they also had a safeword: wolf.
He scowled. "You better thank me, you fucking whore. Now get on the bed."
Naked and fully expressing her fear, she crawled onto the king-sized bed, never once going bipedal. She was like an animal. A creature deserving to be disrespected and exploited. To be fucked thoroughly.
Unfortunately, this fifty-one year old woman wasn't capable of much. One or two rounds was her limit. Aaron had to make the most out of what was a short period of time. Blow her mind enough to snag that seven million bucks.
Doggy-style was how Aaron liked it. With her massive black ass out, contributed by her age and body type, Aaron found himself growing harder. His erection was truly a sight behold, especially as he slapped onto her rump and her backside. Tanya didn't have much of an arch so Aaron could let her feel the warmth of his meat. He slapped her bum twice and anticipated her twitch and moan.
This MILF loved getting dominated. It was that simple. Why a billionaire wouldn't want to do that was a mystery to him.
"Jesus," Aaron said, shoving three fingers inside her snatch. It was wet and soft but quite loose. He hardly felt resistance and flicked in another finger, leaving only his thumb. He bent his digits and experimented with her cunt. "Your husband really doesn't fuck you, eh?"
"N-no," Tanya whimpered. "Never."
"When did you say he last touched you?"
"W-well, Master, yesterday night, he…" Aaron growled and twisted and turned his fingers. Tanya slapped a hand over her mouth as she muffled out, "...tried fucking me b-but…a-ah! Ohhh~! His dick was too small and he said my…m-my ass was too big."
"Excuses, excuses," Aaron tsked. He used his other hand to slap her cheek. Time to up the race play, just as the lady requested. "Tiny black dicks are always trying to excuse their lack of ability. Let me show you how it's done. And tell me just how much better I am than your limp dick husband."
Again, to reiterate for the umpteenth time, he wasn't a huge proponent of race play but…money was money. If the rich woman liked it, then he would give it to her. It was like those impossible hypothetical questions. In his case, it was reality and his answer was yes. Yes, he would fuck a cougar for seven million dollars. No questions asked.
He withdrew his fingers, quickly wiping her fluids away with the covers, and then readied his cock. He prodded her entrance which seemed to be drowning in its own juices. His bulbous head outlined her pussylips, slowly and gently. Tanya whimpered and bucked her hips back.
"Please, Master. Please…"
"Excuse me?"
"I…I need your cock, Master! Please! Your big white cock! Give it to me!"
"Your cheating black cunt wants my cock!?"
"Yes!"
"Then here it fucking is!"
He thrusted so hard her legs lost their strength and Aaron pressed his pelvis to her booty and pushed her body down. His knuckles to the side, holding his torso up, transitioning to a flat doggy style. He made sure his weight wasn't going down on her but that his cock was. His arms flexed with power as he pulled his hips back and said, "And how about this!?"
Clap!
This time, Tanya gasped. Her cunt twisted around his member as he penetrated her womb and beyond–if that was even possible. But the feeling, it was there. She felt so fucking full. She hadn't felt this way when she gave birth, yet this cock belonging to some white dude did. It made her feel satisfied. She felt like she was in heaven. She saw stars and shocks of pleasure reverberated throughout her spine.
And he kept plowing her.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
Pelvis to ass, cock to womb, kissing and massaging her most sensitive zones without effort. She couldn't help but compare to her husband last night who felt like a toothpick in comparison. A fledgling, a tiny spark, whereas this was a massive stack of fireworks popping off in her insides. A matchstick to a torrent of TNT.
It was overwhelming. All her stamina and energy seemed to get zapped in a fraction of a second–at the movement of his thrusts. Tanya reached for a pillow and bit into it, muffling her screams. Her fingers clutched tight enough to make marks. The hotel was sure to notice.
"You fucking bitch! I want to hear it!"
Aaron's proclamation was absolute in her mind. She released the pillow from her teeth and let out a moan that came from the very depths of her soul. Something her husband or children could never have achieved. It was like she was finally achieving true happiness. After years of being a dutiful wife, after so much sacrifice and patience, she was finally getting rewards.
"You're cock is toooo gooood! Loooooord! Loord have mercy!"
"Say it again! You wife of a whore, I want you to say it again! I want you to tell me and the world just how much you love it! How much you love my dick!"
Aaron rammed her. He seized her arms and used them as reigns, using to give his thrusts that extra oomph! Her womb seemed to get crushed every time his cock was in motion. A series of climaxes and orgasms she couldn't quite comprehend. Her juices leaked onto the covers underneath them.
"Your white cock is the best! IT'S THE BEST! WHITE COCK IS THE BEST! FUCK MEEEE! YOU'RE SO GOOOOD! SO GOOD! YOU'RE THE BEST! SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY HUSBAND!"
Aaron wore an arrogant smirk. Perhaps he was allowing the dirty talk to get to him. Perhaps he was diving too deep into the race play. He didn't care. The atmosphere was hot and enticing and he couldn't help but say, "So his tiny ass black dick couldn't satisfy you? Are all black dicks like this?"
"Yes! Yes! YES! ALL BLACK DICKS ARE SMALL! ALL–ALL…GOD! LORD! HELP ME! YOUR WHITE COCK IS…WHITE COCK IS…SUPERIOR! IT'S SUPERIOOOR!"
The sounds. The obscene sounds of sex and flinging juices and stretched cunt; of flesh and cock. The walls might as well have been thin with how loud Tanya was, with how much she wanted to praise his dick. He was literally rocking her world, showing her pussy places that she didn't think excited. Aaron released her arms and proceeded to just fuck her raw. Hips rapidly going in and out like a blur.
He felt like a superhuman with how Tanya reacted. Her walls were getting tighter and tighter, as if now realizing just how amazing he was, and the woman continued to howl like a twenty-year old whore desperate for money. Except it was the opposite. Aaron was the one pining for the money, for the tip from his superb performance.
Ten minutes of pure moans and screams. Tanya, who was past her prime, who thought she would never be able to enjoy sex again, was witnessing a miracle. Aaron Reigner, the man with the biggest white cock in Gotham. His skills and raw power were overwhelming. She saw heaven. She felt loved. She heard everything she wanted to hear.
"You're doing great! Your black cunt is tight as fuck. Exactly how I like it!"
"Master! Master! Please!" Managing to summon some strength, she slammed her ass back, meeting his thrusts. "PLEASE! BREED ME! BREED ME WITH YOUR WHITE CUM! YOUR SUPERIOR WHITE CUM! LOOOOORD, JUST BREED MEEE!"
Aaron grunted, knuckles turning white as his pelvis crushed her thick black booty, cock holed up inside her. "Then take it!"
Aaron dumped the nastied load of his life. He could hear his balls churning in his ears as an immense pressure took hold of his shaft, made it throb as if it was beast barking, and unleashed viscous, luminous and heavy gushes of white cum inside her. Top-to-bottom, he underwent goosebumps as his balls clenched and discharged his seed without mercy. There was enough batter of cum to decorate the room and Tanya lost her voice as she screamed and moaned.
His thirteen inch member felt like it was so much more than that. It felt like an endless rod as he experienced euphoria melting his brain–as every drop of energy went to his balls to bust the largest nut ever. Aaron could feel her womb fill up fast and he had to muster every bit of strength left in him to pull out. When he did, it was a disaster. His spunk flew out and hit the wall, and his cock plopped out and shot long cables out everywhere. The bed was a mess.
Aaron controlled his breathing. He attempted to control himself, to no avail. His balls coiled tightly and he winced as he managed to get a second wind. Another dozen ropes of baby batter–of jizz thick enough to be mistaken for jelly.
Tanya was already gone. She wasn't able to witness this absolute mess. The creampie she was given was more than enough, pouring out as it should. But his cock–there was transparently something wrong with it. The massive tool was a deep scarlet shade, the angriest and meanest Aaron had ever seen it, and it–
It.
Just.
Didn't.
Stop.
Aaron was overflowing. He wanted it to stop, he really did. There was unfeigned fear and desperation in him. It was like a dam had been broken and he was too late to fix it. A seal on his ballsack he was never supposed to open. His hefty nuts weren't going to empty anytime soon either.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, over five minutes passed before the powerful ropes of cum died down. As it came to an end, as thick globs of cum drizzled out, as he watched his shaft regain its colour, the young man came to a most harrowing conclusion.
'Ivy really DID do something to me.'
As for Tanya Fox…she was unrecognizable. Aaron wasn't even exaggerating either. He wasn't playing himself up for the sake of boasting nor did he lack description. The woman was literally, totally covered in thick white sperm from top-to-bottom, hair to ass, her complexion barely peeking through.
It was…not good.
He had aimed at the walls and bed yet the affluent woman had ended up in this state.
'Fuck…I gotta clean this up.'
***
Aaron blinked eight times. He refreshed his phone, making sure the number was displayed properly and it wasn't an illusion.
'Eight million dollars. Jesus.'
Aaron had underestimated Tanya and her willingness to pay him. She had been so impressed by his performance that she tipped him another million. Next time, which she requested be sometime next month, she asked for a similarly ascending experience. Aaron said he'd think about it but seeing the money in front of him gave him motivation like none other. Tanya had set up an account under her name but gave the pin, card, and mobile banking details to him. She told the bank the account was intended for her youngest daughter, Tiffany, and that the young girl would be using the account for her newly updated allowance. The bank didn't suspect anything. Why would they, when the reason was so innocent and it was said from the mouth of Gotham's richest wife.
Aaron called a taxi and went home. Sitting in the back of the car, looking out the window and peering at the streets of Gotham, he reflected on what happened.
'Is this god's way of telling me to never do race play again? Because fuck it, consider my retirement. I won't do it again.'
Aaron came a lot. He knew that. But what happened with Tanya was completely different. He was a literal water hose, pumping out cum as if it came from the ocean. It was uncomfortable. His head hurt from the sensory overload.
'There's only one suspect: Poison Ivy. Her pheromones or whatever did something to me. I shouldn't have been an idiot, I should have told the hospital that I had problems.' Aaron cursed to himself. 'Now I have a mega big dick and a set of balls that might not stop cumming once they unwind.'
Aaron didn't feel any aftereffects. No ache, no pain, nothing. If this was some sort of upgrade, he didn't want it. He was fine with what he had before. A foot long dong, a nice litre bottle's worth of cum, and a standing erection that went down as he willed it. But now he was closer to fourteen inches with balls that kept spewing and spewing until he could fill a bucket.
He handed his taxi driver the precise amount of his trip and opened the car door. He had taken maybe four steps before he was interrupted.
"Um, sir–"He glanced down at the squeaky voice that had attached itself to him. A homeless girl, a child, annoying him while he was trying to think.
Unlike most Gotham citizens, he decided to pull out his wallet and hand some money. Why not? He was feeling generous. A thin stack of fifty dollar bills that totalled up to three hundred.
The blonde girl immediately retreated, hands raised and waving him off. "U-um, it's okay."
"Take it," Aaron insisted, grabbing her hands and putting it into his palms. The girl had no choice but to accept.
Aaron didn't think too much of it and moved on. Homeless people were a dime a dozen. This was Gotham. If he could make a small difference, then why not?
Going home didn't help though.
His thoughts were plagued with his manhood and the potential harms. Sure, the concept of an infallible sex god sounded cool but this was the real world, not some porno. Sex could only get a man so far. At some point, when he was old and his bones were creaking, he would look back on these times with joy or disappointment; he would be either proud or angry at himself for his behaviour. Aaron wanted to be the kind of man who could look back and say that he lived his life with honour and dignity. He wanted to be like Cassandra who constantly put others before herself and thought about who she wanted to be. Constantly working, constantly improving, constantly doing good.
He had never thought of such concepts before but ever since Cassandra came into his life a seed was planted in his brain. Glancing at his surroundings, he grew a little unsatisfied about how he had been living life. Trudging through the days, lazily glancing at the calendar, listening to the world news but never caring. His health, his future, his legacy. All of a sudden, they felt real and important.
He took a warm shower, towelled himself off, and stared at his limp dick with furrowed brows. He lifted the heavy slab of meat from the base. 'It looks and feels the same. Heavier but nothing too different.' He moved onto his balls. 'Same thing. Heavy but nothing else.'
Interestingly, the rest of his body remained unchanged. No super strength or speed. No extra stamina. The subtle abs, the muscles, the lines going down to his crotch, all was the same. The developments seemed entirely focused on his manhood. Strange.
He got dressed, throwing on shorts and a t-shirt, and did some research. Poison Ivy's pheromones and chemical agents weren't researched well; or rather, if they were, it certainly wasn't on the internet. There were the basics, of course: testosterone affected sex drive, a key component to Ivy's chemicals. But that was obvious and didn't explain the changes in penile length. Testosterone, much to popular belief, did not affect penis size in the slightest. In other words, Aaron had nothing. No explanation or conclusion. He could only point fingers at Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley and shrug.
There was no work for the rest of the week. Apparently, a huge gas leak escaped the company's initial investigation and now they needed to double-check every pipe in the building. Ivy did do a lot of damage but they assumed it was largely superficial. Walls, desk, furniture, that sort of thing. Neither the GCPD or Wayne Enterprises realized there was damage done to the pipes. Fun fact: over 500 people died from gas leaks every year and 50,000 visited ER. Carbon monoxide was no joke, even in the world of superheroes.
It was great for Aaron since he was still getting paid. Wayne Enterprises' insurance covered employees for incidents like this. There were special provisions for Joker and Mr. Freeze in particular. Plus, in his case, he now had eight million bucks in his back pocket.
He sat comfortably on his couch, engrossed in the Gotham Gazette news. Vicki Vale was interviewing Sid Bunderslaw, the Director of Physical Operations in Wayne Enterprises, her back unusually upright as she pressed him on the Ivy-Harley attack. Aaron chuckled to himself.
'She probably had to limp all the way to work.' Vicki was sitting but he could tell she was trembling. The aftershocks remained in her cunt, affecting her as she talked and sat and shifted. Her voice was slightly strained which she attributed to a cough at the start. Nope. It was a bold faced lie. It was because of the amount of blowjobs she had given him.
Conservative and modest formal wear wrapped her body. She couldn't let the world see the marks he left on her. Hilarious. Positively hysterical. Here she was, Gotham's sexiest reporter, having been fucked and creampied last night and nobody knew it. It was right there too. Her dolled-up, fucked-silly body acting as if nothing happened.
Bzzzt!
Without warning, his spell of entertainment ended. The screen suddenly flickered and an emblem of a multi-headed dragon appeared. The screen flickered again and the broadcast changed in its entirety. Within the emblem, the shadow of a male formed, blood red and masked.
'Leviathan…? What's going on now?' Gotham City was no stranger to unsolicited broadcasts from supervillains. In fact, it was reported that their city safely kept the record of most hacked broadcasts in a single calendar year. Metropolis was a distant second. The Riddler was to be thanked for it.
"Good evening, citizens of this city," the leader of Leviathan's voice boomed, filling the airwaves. "For too long, we have been at the mercy of those who claim to protect us but are blinded by their own power. They preach justice, but it is a selective justice that serves only their interests."
Aaron leaned forward as if he was playing an intense game. The famed leader of Leviathan, Mark Shaw, was intimidating as fuck. A red gas mask, hood, and sleek, metallic armour. Within the blue dots of his mask, Aaron shivered. He wasn't afraid nor was he enthralled by the man's speech. Rather, he felt something deep in his soul, something that stirred the foundations of his being. Looking at Mark Shaw, at Manhunter, was like looking into an ugly, broken mirror.
"Leviathan seeks to bring true balance and order," Mark Shaw continued. "We do not bow to the whims of the corrupt or the self-appointed heroes. We stand for a city where justice is blind, where no one is above the law, and where true equality and protection are provided to all. Gender inequality, world hunger, discrimination against minorities, sexualities, ethnicities–all of this is rooted from the corrupt leadership of our nations. Fascists and indifferent capitalists. In the coming days, you shall see us purge the greatest splurge of corruption in the world."
Just like that, the broadcast ended and returned to the regular news. An irritated expression crossed Vicki's expression. She was probably used to this. Sighing, she returned to her guest and pressed him on the exploitable infrastructure of Wayne Tech buildings. The older male stammered out an incoherent answer, too bewildered by the cut appearance of Leviathan to articulate himself fully.
Aaron sat in silence. 'What did I just witness?'
He paced around the house, deep in thought. He checked his phone and saw social media buzzing to life. It was an international broadcast so no one had any idea who, where, or what he was talking about precisely. It could be Gotham but it could also just as likely be Metropolis, Blüdhaven, Central City, or Star City. Aaron didn't particularly disagree with his statements on the cruel leadership in the world. It was true. In the past decade, mass starvation wasn't going down because of human kindness or responsible government, but because the Justice League had to step in. The incidents in Markovia weren't solved because the monarchy had suddenly decided to commit to its citizens. It was saved because the Justice League came. It was the same in Kahndaq. The Justice League of America stepped in and saved them from a spectre of some kind.
Aaron stroked his chin and sighed for the tenth time today. He glanced out the window. It wasn't even five, yet the sun had set and shadows overtook Gotham. The month of December shortened the days to a ridiculous degree and Aaron disliked looking out the window one second, seeing light, and then looking again and finding total darkness.
He heard a knock. It didn't come from the front door, however, his twitchy ears finding the source in his room. There was another light tap, coming directly from the window. Aaron cautiously approached the wall of glass but became elated when he saw the shape of the figure behind it. He swiftly unlocked it.
"Well, well, well. This is quite the dramatic entrance." Aaron couldn't help the goofy smile on his face as Orphan–Cassandra Cain–climbed inside. He admired her badass costume before adding, "Although I prefer you use the door. That almost scared me."
Cassandra removed her hood and grinned. "No promises."
"So what brings you here? Hopefully nothing serious. I saw the broadcast on Leviathan. Is it that?"
He saw a flicker of emotions in her eyes. Cassandra shook her head and pursed lips shut.
"Understood." She didn't want to talk about it. She did look worn out, her hoodie stretched as if it had been grabbed in a tussle. An idea popped into his head. "Do you have any spare clothes?"
Cassandra tilted her head and nodded.
"Really? Doesn't it get hot with the suit?" he asked.
Cassandra shook her head left and right.
"Alright. Let's get dinner then. Nothing fancy, just some food."
Again, she tilted her head, silently asking, "What's the occasion?"
"I got a fat paycheck from work and I was like, 'Hey, I should spend it!'"
Her eyes snapped up with sparkles and anticipation. Cassandra stood on the balls of her feet as if chanting, "Food, food, food!"
Underneath her suit was a purple undershirt cut above her navel and sweatpants, hardly fit for outdoor wear. Much to Aaron's chagrin, nothing in his closet fit Cassandra. He was three sizes too big and she looked ridiculous wearing his shirts and pants. While Cassandra said she would be fine, her words of comfort fell on deaf ears. There was no way he was letting her walk around like that when the winter chill was lingering. Eventually, he found something, an old navy blue hoodie from his freshman year of high school. It was worn out and a loose fit but it did its job.
The blue sleeves went past her wrist and she lifted it to her nose. He waited for her to say something. He held out a winter jacket, awkwardly standing as she closed her eyes and took in the hoodie's scent.
"Er…"
"Smells nice." Cassandra didn't elaborate as she grabbed the winter jacket, put it on, and skipped out the door. Aaron stared at her retreating back, not sure whether to be embarrassed that he hadn't washed it or be pleased that she liked it.
Stepping outside, Aaron was correct to make Cassandra wear a hoodie underneath a jacket. It was cold, the December chill settling and making them breath out wisps of clouds. Aaron rubbed his hands together, thinking he should have brought gloves.
Cassandra poked his shoulder. "Snow." She pointed at the sky.
Aaron glanced up. Somehow, he had missed the greyness of the clouds and, as Cassandra had claimed, the tiny flecks of white. Snow. It was snowing.
"Guess we should hurry," Aaron said, feeling a subtle weight on his head.
Bamonte's Restaurant was lit up like a fireplace from the outside, its name written out in fancy cursive. A mere glance spoke volumes on its luxurious nature. The bell chimed as they came through and they received a few glances. Aaron and Cassandra weren't exactly the types of customers who came in, after all.
Luckily, it was mostly empty and they could reserve a table without an issue. The round white tables and the rose in the bottle completed the image of a high-class, lavish restaurant. Aaron wasn't accustomed to the dark lighting and the fashionable men and women talking poshly. Cassandra wasn't either.
"Nice place, huh," Aaron muttered. Cassandra bit the bottom of her lip, eyes flickering everywhere, scanning. "Hope the food is good, at least."
It was. Aaron and Cassandra were pleasantly surprised by that fact. They ordered a full course dinner consisting of beef and steak and dessert, and it all tasted phenomenal.
In lieu of the comforting environment, Cassandra spoke out and commented, "Almost as good as yours."
"Almost? More like way better," he joked.
The pair didn't stick around too long. Aaron gave a large tip to the waiter, paid the bill, and left with Cassandra in tow. It was still snowing and the young woman spun amongst the falling specks of white with a smile. Aaron shoved his hands in his pocket, smiling and enjoying himself. His mind seemed free and open. There was a small layer of snow on the ground beneath them and their shoes crunched lightly. He didn't want to think about how wet his shoes would be. Aaron decided it was time to go home.
"Alright, recess is over." He clapped his hands together, gaining her attention. "Back to the apartment. It's getting too cold."
Cassandra pouted. She appeared in front of him, hands clasped together, and begged him for another ten minutes in the snow. Aaron put on a mask of faux consideration and put a finger on his chin.
"Well…I suppose if you want the both of us to get the flu, then I guess it's fine."
She pouted again, lips bunched up. She gleaned at the snow, then herself, then him. She sighed and nodded. Aaron chuckled and held out a hand. Like a child, she accepted and he practically had to drag her home. She couldn't argue against his point but she also didn't want to concede so easily. That was the thing about Cassandra: she was unexpectedly stubborn.
Aaron nearly let out a sigh as he stepped into the comfortable warmth of his home. The heater was at full capacity and the disparity between hot and cold made his skin tingle. Cassandra took off her jacket, dejected.
"Come on," Aaron said, gesturing her forward. "We'll find something better to do inside."
Cassandra didn't seem all that convinced. She sat down on his sofa with that same depressed look. Aaron sat next to her and attempted to cheer her up but her body language completely shut him out.
'All because I didn't let her play in the snow.' Aaron wanted to laugh and sigh. It was ridiculous. It was Cassandra.
"Alright." Aaron smiled and threw his arms up in the air. "You win. We'll do whatever you ask this time."
"Anything?" Cassandra muttered, shifting.
"Anything."
He thought he could anticipate her request. Cassandra wasn't a materialistic person and her life revolved around two things: food and training. As a result, he narrowed her options down to a hot meditative shower and rice krispies. If she was bold, maybe a fruit roll-up.
"Porn."
Nope. He was way, way off-base.
"...huh?"
"I want to watch porn," she said, turning towards him, dead serious. Aaron opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
"Porn…?" he repeated carefully. He stretched out each syllable of the word and made sure he heard right. To his dismay, Cassandra nodded.
"Porn."
"Wh-why porn?"
"I asked about it once and everybody said to never bring it up again. I tried doing research but the information was blocked for me. Me, specifically." Cassandra placed a hand to her chest. "But why? I wanna know."
"Okay. Okay. Huh." Aaron licked his lips and found his throat struggling to speak. "Do you…do you know what porn is?"
Cassandra made a hole with one hand and used her other index finger to repeatedly thrust into it. "Sex," she responded. Aaron was immediately doused in relief.
"Okay, so you know." Aaron sighed loudly from how relieved he was. "But we've, uh, had sex. So why…you know?"
"Barbara made it seem like it was something terrible. Dick made it seem funny. I want to know why."
Aaron was speechless. Cassandra, on the other hand, kept fingering her hand with a blank expression. It was authentic curiosity that was driving her to say these things, nothing more. For a moment, he thought she was one of those people who liked to watch porn with friends. Leave it to Cassandra to be oblivious.
"Alright, we can watch…porn."
She stopped with her theatrics and visibly brightened up. As Aaron returned with his laptop, she sat on the couch with her knee bouncing excitedly. He turned it on, the screen returning to life, and with hesitant touch went to PornHub. Cassandra hovered close to his arm, peering attentively as the thumbnails of nude women and men flashed. He could sense the atmosphere of the area shift.
He scrolled down, searching for something good, maybe vanilla. As he did, Cassandra asked, "What porn do you watch?"
"...er, I guess…I dunno. Anything."
Her fallen expression forced him to reconsider his answer.
"POVs. Like, uh, point of view videos where it seems like you're the one being serviced."
Aaron's ear crept with heat. Fuck, that was embarrassing to admit. Not thinking, he quickly clicked on a video and was blasted with the PornHub intro. That stupid jingle lowkey scared him and he nearly put the volume down to zero. However, remembering Cassandra was beside him and seeking answers, he set it to a moderate level.
The video was admittedly generic. White guy fucks blonde bimbo, makes her moan like crazy, then busts a nut on her back. Five minutes long, it wasn't particularly interesting or hot. Aaron glanced at Cassandra and saw how captured she was.
"It sounds fake," Cassandra commented, palm cupping her chin. "Very fake. But…funny." She giggled.
"It is acting, after all."
Cassandra looked at him as if he said something blasphemous. "So it's all fake?"
"Not all of it. Some people make sextapes and post them here, so it depends. This video here was made by a company. Those tend to be fake."
Her mouth went into an O-shape and she returned to the video with rapt interest. She was like a critic watching their favourite show, finding it fascinating and intriguing rather than what it was intended to be: fun.
He moved onto another video, then another. They spent over an hour browsing through sex video after sex video, learning about the ins and outs and the various fetishes on the site. Even Aaron was learning something from this. He had never explored the website fully. Normally, he clicked on a video, beat his meat, then clicked away. He had never ventured the site like this before.
"Oh! Oh my god! Oh gooood~!"
Watching a bunch of black dudes fuck the shit of a tiny white girl was rather intriguing to Cassandra. There was the size difference, of course, and the mesmerizing sight of a woman having something so big inside her, but also the notion of getting every single hole of yours filled. It was sensational and thought-provoking. Aaron suggested buying toys to simulate that effect. Cassandra seemed very taken by the idea.
"You're so deep in my pussy!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The moans weren't terrible but they were cringy. Usually Aaron would listen with headphones but that wasn't possible with Cassandra present. She wanted to hear this. The speakers were half-way to the max and the moans shrieked out without the suppression of headphones. He forced himself to adjust to the uncomfortable sounds.
"Why are their thingies small?" Cassandra asked innocently. Aaron cleared his throat and his cheeks turned a polite shade of red.
'She must be comparing them to me.'
"They're not small, they're actually above average," Aaron explained. "They do stuff with the camera to make it bigger too but I'm pretty sure they have to be at least six inches."
"I know that," Cassandra said. "But I thought they would be bigger." Now he was confused. But before he could spell out his question, Cassandra pointed to Aaron's crotch, then her eyes. "I can see everybody's size. Most are about this long." With her index finger and thumb, she showed a three inch space. "I know they are soft but I thought they would become this big when they get hard." This time, she used both her hands to demonstrate her meaning. Aaron guessed it was an eight or nine inch gap. He stared down at her with his flattest expression.
"Cass, you're amazing, I admire you and think you're brilliant in so many ways, but eight inches? Where in the world did you get the idea that that was the average size of an erection?"
She gestured at his crotch. "You."
"Oh." His face flushed and he glanced down sheepishly. "Right. I'm about that large flaccid. That's, ah, fair enough."
"I've met loads of people. Superheroes, villains, mercenaries. I can see their vital points and read their body language and thoughts, and even see the shape and size of their penises." Conveniently, the gangbang ended and the noises faded into nothing. Her low, hungry voice began to take over. "But your body is so much different than everyone else's. It sings like a trained martial artist except it is polite and not dangerous. It doesn't hurt. It's not confusing. It's like a melody I want to listen to over and over again."
All of a sudden, Aaron was on his back, with a certain weight climbing on top of him like a predator. So fast, so powerful, that even Aaron with his peak male physique wasn't able to stop it. Yet here was now, underneath Cassandra, her hair hanging down, her lips coming close, her knee on his groin, her body speaking to him.
"Cass, you…" On his laptop, the next porn video started playing. The moans began anew but neither of them cared to pause it. Aaron's lips twitched upwards. "You're much more cunning than I thought. You planned this, didn't you?"
Very slowly, very sensually, she shook her head. "No. I don't like planning. I just like to do."
Her lips crashed into his and Aaron promptly wrapped his arms around her waist She tasting fucking amazing. His pants felt tight as he smelled and tasted her essence, the very fiber of her being, spiking up his arousal and excitement. Her knee massaged his pants as they made-out feverishly and without mercy.
Air. They were so obsessed with each other that they forgot to breathe, to take in that precious air. When they broke apart, they panted as if they had run a marathon, long strings of saliva connecting them. Cheeks red, gazes longing, they licked it up as if they were in sync. Cassandra sat up straight and pulled off her hoodie–Aaron's hoodie–tossing it away to be forgotten. Her purple tank top combined with the strings of black hair hanging over her forehead forged the image of a truly powerful woman. Arms toned, navel and abdomen peaking, Cassandra was glowing as weeks of built-up libido and desire exploded.
"You look beautiful," Aaron exhaled. The woman in question breathed erotically as if letting out steam. She did not respond verbally. Instead, she went back down and kissed him again, legs to his sides, hands behind his head. The deepness of their kiss was greater than before. Aaron's hands wandered and he grabbed a firm piece of her ass through her sweatpants. The fabric was so thin it might as well not have been there.
Cassandra ripped away from him, her eyes glazing with carnal, untamed lust, and she climbed down till she was hovered above his nether regions. There was a sizable lump and a patch of pre-cum leaking through. Again, Cassandra was slow and instrumental in how she unbuttoned and pulled his pants. His cock flopped out and bounced into place, straight and proud and towering. Pulsating and semi-flaccid, not yet at full mast yet still supremely titanic. It was visibly and markedly larger than her head and there was a moment where she pressed her cheek to the phallus. The veins pulsed against her like a heartbeat and feeling her face sent shivers up his spine.
Then came the first stroke, the first lick, and the first pump, and Aaron remembered just why he put Cassandra at such a high pedestal.
His dick sprang to full attention, unleashing its thirteen and a half inches of mass upon her. Cassandra considered it for a moment, eyes wide, no doubt seeing the change but managing to find the will to move past it. She rose to his throbbing head and made it disappear like magic. Those thick four inches, his most sensitive region, and her humble tongue made it feel like it was getting attacked in seven different directions. She was fast, relentless, and oh-so soft and wet, it was fucking impossible to hold back a groan. She read him like a book and used her rough hands to pump the rest of his cock.
Skillfully, she traced a bulging vein between her fingers and then gripped the base of his cock, giving a nice, long pump. With her left hand, she was stroking the region under where her lips ended, diligently employing her own leaking saliva to make his cock feel so, so good. Watching her was like watching a professional. A snippet of theatre. It was thrilling and made him feel ecstatic in more ways than one.
Aaron controlled himself well. After so many women, he was much more able than he was before. He could stop himself from cumming from a mere touch. Even so, it was difficult. He wanted to cum. He wanted to bust a fat nut on her face. He wanted to fuck her. His urges were so, so strong…
'Not yet,' he told himself. 'Not yet.'
Cassandra's ears perked up as a groan escaped him. She worked harder. She went faster. Her tongue spun and teased his glans mercilessly. The ridge underneath, his cum hole–his entire mushroom head was like an easy, widely available weak point. Every time her tongue made a lap, his balls churned and ached with want.
Her hands as well, just as effective and noticeable as her tongue. Her digits and palms might have been rough but it made the sensations of her handjob that much better. It wasn't like Vicki or Tanya who did pedicures or whatever. Cassandra was a pure warrior with a knack for blowjobs and sex.
Her lips, stretched by his girthy mushroom, went lower and lower. She made the countless inches look like air with how easily she was taking in his rod. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten inches. Aaron could see his cock throbbing through her throat.
She went high, back to his glans, then back low, close to the base. She leaned in and out, in and out, deepthroating him despite how impossible it seemed. She nearly reached the end but due to their positions simply couldn't. If perhaps he was standing and she was on her knees, then she could do it. Swallow all thirteen and a half inches. But she couldn't.
"Fuck, Cass," Aaron exhaled roughly. His head rested on the armrest of the sofa as the rest of his body lay across. "I'm so close…"
Hearing that, Cassandra doubled her efforts. Her hands tightly gripping his cock, both moving in sync as they traversed his great shift. Thick and girthy as it was, it looked as though her hands did nothing. However, it was clear by the tiny noises he was making that it was. The build-up spiked up his cock. Aaron resisted. It came again. Cassandra drank up whatever pre-cum that spewed out. His balls ached.
Finally, the dam broke.
He came.
It was wild. Instantly, a gush of cum burst from the corner of her lips. Four long, throbbing, and immense throbs later and Cassandra was forced to back out. She swallowed and swallowed but it just wasn't enough. There was too much.
His cock was like a fountain as it spewed out white waves towards the ceiling. Some touched it, others didn't. Cassandra watched it for a second, mesmerized, but the second she recovered her lips latched on it. She gave it everything she had as she drank and drank, swallowed and swallowed. Gulp, gulp, gulp!
She didn't deepthroat it, only sinking low enough to take his cum as comfortably as possible. It was an impossible task. He could see it in Cassandra's brown eyes, which widened and became stricken with the realization.
"Fuck, fuck." Aaron got too swept up in the mind. His mind was contorting. His crotch felt like a black hole sucking all his energy as it unleashed billions upon billions of sperm in the shape of a sticky goo. "C-Cass, stop. Stop!"
She didn't listen. She kept trying, kept sucking. The taste of his cum was amazing but he knew there was such a thing as too much. He watched her–Cassandra Cain, the peak of the female sex–practically drowning in his cum. Aaron wanted it to stop. It had already been two minutes.
He groaned and willed his cock to stop.
And it did.
Instantly, his powerful shots tapered off, reduced to tiny spoonfuls. Cassandra latched off his erection and gargled on the seed inside her. She chewed, she wiped the excess seed on her cheek and chin, and then swallowed audibly. Gulp!
Aaron looked at her with pure awe. "Cass…you're seriously something else. That was…wow."
Was it strange that he was more turned on before? Watching her gobble down his cum, nearly drowning in it yet persevering nonetheless?
A bead of his essence trickled down his shaft. His heavy breathing prickled the atmosphere. But Cassandra? She didn't speak. When she met his gaze, her pupils were blank. Completely devoid of an iris, utterly empty and misty. It was actually a little creepy.
"Uh, Cass?"
"Yes, Master?"
A shiver went up this spine. Her voice had lost its garble and was now flat and well-enunciated. It wasn't Cassandra. It was something he saw on the news with Poison Ivy. It was a sensation identical to the one in the elevator with Iman Avesta. It was–
'Mind control.'
"No fucking way. No way." Aaron pulled himself up, his heart unsteady. "Cass? Cassandra? You're there, right?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, again without emotion or light. He licked his lips, annoyed. Her body signs weren't indicating anything. No authentic sentiment or passion.
"Who are you?"
"Your servant."
Her words were hollow. For some reason, that irked him.
"And me?"
Her answer was immediate. "Master."
"Alright, wait." Aaron stopped to think, to look at her close. "You're not joking, are you?"
"No, Master."
Aaron came close and poked her on the cheek. Nothing. No response. His body language ability told him she did not react in the slightest.
'Don't tell me a portion of Ivy's powers passed onto me? No, rather, that it unlocked my metagene?' He wanted to laugh. 'My superpower is aphrodisiac cum? Really? What is this, porn?'
He glanced up at her worriedly. When it came to the morality of mind control, Aaron wasn't sure how to feel about it. If it was some villain, he wouldn't have minded as much. If it was Tanya and Vicki, he would probably limit his commands to everything but the morally reprehensible.
'But Cass? She's…she's different. This…just isn't right. I want her to be here when I fuck her. I want HER, not just her body. If I wanted a pussysleeve, I could go to a strip club and hire some bitch.'
Fuck, what was wrong with him? Calling sex workers bitches now? Was he always this crass? He shook his head. That wasn't important right now.
"Can you…return to normal?" Aaron asked, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. There was a moment where nothing happened, where time stood still, where his snapping elicited no response. Then, the light returned to her eyes and Cassandra blinked.
"Hey, Cass," he greeted with a weak chuckle. "You alright?"
Cassandra nodded. "Mhm." She pointed at his cock, which seemed enormous in his lap, reaching so high up, and made a pumping motion with her hands.
'So she didn't notice. It's like…time stopped for her.'
Interesting. Very, very interesting. At some point, he was going to have to test this out. Experiment a little. For now, however, he had a Batgirl to fuck.
They kissed and he leaned on her, his cock weighing across her stomach. Tongues tangling and fighting. Wanting and moaning. She bit the bottom of his lip, drawing blood, and she lapped up the exotic taste like a delicacy. She became invigorated, rubbing herself against his steely cock, and pulling on her sweatpants.
Once her pesky pants and top were thrown wayside, Aaron slapped his cock on her stomach. The thirteen reached comically far and the both of them wondered if it would even fit anymore. He had gotten bigger.
Cassandra bit the bottom of her lip, her cunt sloppy and moist. He rubbed his shaft against her slit. Their gazes met and consent was made.
Aaron grabbed her ankles, which were spread and pointing up, and eased himself in. She balled her hands into a tight fist. Somehow, he was stretching her even more, making her feel things she didn't think were possible.
A moan.
A thrust.
He was inside. With Cassandra, he didn't hold back. He drilled her insides, permanently widening her walls to accommodate him and only him. He parked his cock in what she thought was her womb and went further. She gasped. She came. She clamped down on him. A reminder she was the second tightest cunt he had ever fucked.
Aaron leaned on her, gave her a kiss, then gripped her ankles and started going buck wild. Cassandra started to lose it as he went in and out like a locomotive. Absolutely demolishing her tight cunt. Watching her squirm and moan and speak underneath gave him strength and pride like nothing else could.
"Ah! Ah~! Oh! Ohhh! Oh! Deep! Deep! Deep! Please! Pleeeease!"
She was tighter than anyone else so when she shrieked and orgasmed he genuinely felt it. The slithery walls coming down him and her gushing fluids. He couldn't let her slow him down, however. He needed to fuck her till she screaming from the top of her lungs.
There was a kind of spectacle in watching her get fucked. Her changing expressions, her sweat, her addicting brown eyes, her modest but luscious chest and figure. Aaron was unironically enjoying himself beyond just the mind-blowing sex. He felt fucking good.
His head dipped down and he sucked on her nipples. They were vulnerable and perky and desperate for love. Cassandra trashed around as her sensitive nipples amplified the ecstasy and thrill. His teeth lightly bit them and she bawled.
"Too good! Please! Don't stop! Never stop! Cock! Your cock! Everything–everything is–" Cassandra came and hit cloud nine, her eyes rolling back. "Coooock!"
She underwent a body-wide shiver, her jaw trembling as it switched between closing and opening, her throat unable to make a sound. Saliva trickled down her chin. For a moment, Aaron stopped.
"You look like you enjoyed that," he commented, grinning. He withdrew his log of a cock, extracting it after much tugging and strength. Her pussy practically begged his dong to stay as her fluids entangled with it well after it was removed.
Life returned to her as her eyes gazed back at him. She swallowed and tried to conjure up a thought. But the aftereffects of her orgasm lasted longer than she anticipated and she twitched and moaned as another late orgasm struck her.
"Ohhh…."
Aaron chuckled to himself.
A minute later, despite her mind still swirling, she managed to formulate a thought. "Kiss."
"Sure," Aaron said. He picked her up and placed her onto his lap. His big fat dick was once again to her stomach as their faces came close. She was hot and sweaty. Her lips were wet and her hair was a mess. Yet she had never looked so beautiful to him. In spite of all the scars, he couldn't find a single flaw in her.
Their kiss felt different this time. Intimate and deep. Understanding. There was no lashing of tongues, no real technique or skill. Simply basking in the warmth and taste of the other. Her hands pressed his chest and they stopped the kiss while being less than an inch away.
Lips touching, cock twitching, Aaron asked, "You ready for another round?"
A smile gradually took over her face. "Mhm."
His cock stood tall and proud. For a five-foot-five woman, it was crazy to taked on such a thing, especially comparing it as they did right now. But Cassandra never, ever gave up. It wasn't in her nature or program. She rose till her cunt was teasing the sheening tip of his phallus and dropped down.
Although not possible, it felt like he was in her stomach with how deep it was. Her cunt and womb were stretching and stretching. He grabbed her ass and made sure to grope them pervertedly as he moaned, the soft sensation bringing him to a level of euphoria he couldn't describe. He wanted to stay like this, sheathed inside, close to her. He wanted to keep his hands on her firm ass cheeks.
God, they were firm. Not bouncy, fat, small, massive, or heart-shaped. Simply firm and pleasant. Addicting. His fingers and thumb kneaded them like they were precious.
"Amazing," Cassandra breathed out in a whisper. The hair strands down her temple and eyes nearly stopped him. The intensity and love and bliss she was exhibiting was more tempting than any whore. "Amazing…"
They were slower than before. There was no aggression as her hips went up and down, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him. Never breaking eye contact, never stopping the way she rocked.
Cassandra heaved. Her chest rising and falling, her eyes getting lost in the sea of pleasure. Aaron grabbed her by the chin and said, "Focus."
She looked back at him and nodded. She went faster. His cock pulsated. They exchanged kisses, Aaron played with her breasts, Cassandra continued to plunge herself up and down his cock. The chains of orgasms occasionally disrupted their flow, especially as Aaron held the upper hand. Her breasts, her cunt, they were at his mercy.
But Aaron wasn't too far off from release. He probably should have pulled out long ago. His newfound superpowers could potentially affect her–change her, despite how he wanted her to stay as she was. But the look in her eye.
The look in her eye as she said, "Inside."
It was too much.
His hands were prepared to launch her off him. In the end, he didn't and just let it go. The creampie was overbearing. She could feel it fill her up and her breath hitched and gasped.
She longed for his lips so she took them again. Seeking comfort from the overwhelming sensations in her womb. She felt so, so, so full and her senses couldn't understand. He could feel her slipping.
So he stopped.
Immediately, his cock stopped throbbing. It stopped filling her up. He could feel the wetness of his thick essence climbing down his shaft. But more than anything, Aaron felt Cassandra's breath on his shoulder.
He glanced over at his laptop. The porn video playing seemed clumsy and inept in comparison to what they had just done. The intensity, the speed, the size…reality was so much better. Aaron wasn't sure if he wanted to watch porn ever again. After today, it looked and sounded amateurish.