Hadiyah, Jaina Hudson, White Rabbit, Selina Kyle, and now Iman Avesta and Julia Pennyworth. Gorgeous women in their own unique ways. Curved and attractive in their own ways.
Pleasuring Aaron Reigner in their own ways.
His head lay on White Rabbit and Jaina's thighs, massive pale and brown breasts hanging over him. The sight was mesmerizing.
Meanwhile, his cock was oozing pre-cum and reaching a hearty, inconceivable fourteen inches. Titanic, proud, and throbbing like an agitated animal. The situation surrounding him, it was something straight out of heaven. A dream. His manhood reacted in kind and throbbed to match the heat of the atmosphere. There weren't just fantastic tits in his vision, no, no, no. There was everything.
Everything.
His shaft was being serviced by Iman and Julia, tongues swishing up and down. Julia on the left, Iman on the right, and they were committed to outlining his veins with their tongues with immense precision. Like dutiful slaves of the government, they pleasured him.
Sandwiched over Julia and focusing on his glans was Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. She was smirking that sexy little smirk of hers as she tentatively slurped on his girthy cockhead. Selina would stop, smile, swirl it with her tongue, then repeat the process all over again. It was agonizing and he craved more. He could feel his cock throbbing angrily and lurching upward in order to reach that sweet moment of release.
Between his spread legs, hidden from view, was the hijabi Hadiyah. She was busy servicing his ballsack, her mouth either attempting to swallow a testicle or sliding a tongue up and down the sack.
"Do you like it?" White Rabbit asked, leaning down, her tits smouldering his face. He responded by latching onto her nipples and sucking. A moan and a giggle came from her.
"Such a big boy, aren't you?" Selina. God, she sounded unfathomably husky and alluring. White Rabbit pulled herself away to let him see her, giggling, and his breath hitched. Those emerald green eyes of Selina stared at him hungrily. Aaron was all the Catwoman wanted. Her desires spurred her on and she proceeded to swallow his cockhead. Hitting the back of her throat, feeling her swirling tongue, he wanted to cum and fill her mouth with his pasty essence.
He was pulled back down from release, however. Julia and Iman weren't just servicing the sides of his shaft, they were also holding his hand. Whenever his willpower crumbled, they would tighten their grip on him.
"Not yet," Iman muttered. "Just a little more." She panted heavily.
Julia was silent but dutifully did her side like a soldier. She started focusing on a thickening vein of his and he nearly busted another nut. He calmed himself down through their hand holding once again.
"That's right," Jaina added, smiling down at him. "You can't cum just yet…not until you pick who you want to creampie first."
God, the voices. They were clingy and needy. They wanted him to choose. Fuck, it was such a difficult decision. Each of them were so hot and tight. Each of them needed a fresh creampie. But who? Who did he lean towards to be his first?
This system was designed by Selina in order to gauge his preferences, but it was happening because he wanted it to happen. The high asses raised, the swish, swirls, and twists of their tongues and throats–
"Mmm…" Aaron groaned as Hadiyah came out of nowhere and started sucking on his testicle hard. Like a vacuum, she sucked on that sensitive orb relentlessly. He was slipping again.
"I…" Another groan. Another tug on his hand. He collected himself. "...remember what I told you, Selina? T-the, fuck, the mission?"
"Ooh, yes. Ask Batman what's been going on with his baby mama, Talia. Well…" Selina spat over his pompous mushroom and let it drip down, down, down. Julia and Iman, the ladies focusing on the side, noticed the white foam and used the saliva to properly wash him. Aaron watched their coordination while wincing and panting. "...she's nearly taken over the League of Assassins. She and Lady Shiva have decided on an alliance of sorts. See, the Shadows were created by Ra's al Ghul to stop mankind's course of destroying itself, but then Miss Shiva forcibly took control and turned them into a classic mercenary group. Since Ra's is dead and Talia wishes to surpass her father's ambitions, there's a chance of a merge. At least that's what Bats fears."
"R-really?" Aaron bit down a groan as Hadiyah started sucking on his other testicle. "How'd you get–ah! All this info?"
"A blowjob." Selina winked, kissing the tip of his cock lovingly. "Don't worry, the little bat doesn't know a thing. With me, he tends to turn a blind eye, especially when I promise him a fun time."
"G-good. What about the other thing?" Aaron managed to gasp out. Fuck, now Iman and Julia were pumping his cock with both their hands. They didn't care that it was wet with the saliva of another woman, they persisted and jerked his cock to the bone. The colour became red and angry and still Aaron managed to hold back an orgasm. As expected of the Chosen One, he would bust a nut as he deemed fit.
"Harley and Ivy have left Gotham." Selina smooched on the rounded ridge of his glans. "Ivy was hit by one of Leviathan's anti-metahuman bullets during the raid. Her powers have been weakened and so Harley shipped the two of them to the Bahamas. Batman wants to send someone over to observe them, ideally me or Richard John 'Dick' Grayson."
Aaron managed to squeeze past White Rabbit's attempts to get him to suck her titties. They were huge and tempting but he also had pressing matters to discuss with the cat lady servicing his knob. "They're not a threat?" he asked, voice cracking from the excess pleasure.
"Not anymore, no." Selina's tongue lapped up his pre-cum like milk. "The whole incident at the Wayne Tech building has been more or less forgiven because they had been pushed by Angel Breaker. Ivy nearly died and thought she needed a power-up mushroom."
Sheesh, supervillains were given a lot of leeways these days, although perhaps he should be thankful for it. If Ivy and Harley hadn't helped, all those people in the caverns would have died, including Todd and Noah.
"Angel Breaker…" Aaron muttered.
"She's still in the basement." The familiar sight of Hadiyah appeared above Selina, standing on her knees tall and proud, hijab covering her hair but not her brown-tipped breasts. "As you ordered, I've been keeping her strength up. She's been a little delirious, however. She keeps muttering about the Chosen Cock and the Angel Breaker sword. I think you should check up on her."
"I will," Aaron replied, smiling. "Just as soon as I fuck you guys."
White Rabbit squealed. Iman and Julia side-eyed him hungrily. Hadiyah smiled in anticipation.
"Meow~! I'm looking forward to it," Selina said, licking her lips. She purred as she watched his dick throb and pulsate, releasing another round of pre-cum. Literally, she purred.
Who did Aaron choose in the end? Well…that was anyone's guess. By the time he got up and fucked them, nobody cared about the order. They were satisfied. They were creampied. They were well and conquered.
***
Deep beneath the ordinary facade of a wealthy suburban home lay a hidden basement, transformed into a clandestine sanctuary for vigilante activities. Not just for Jace Fox's Batman, mind you, but also for Hadiyah's dual identity as Nobody. The atmosphere was dimly lit, with beams of light emerging from recessed lighting. Pots of lights that provided total clarity. The walls were adorned with maps, crime charts, and photographs, forming a mosaic of information and investigation.
The basement was filled with an assortment of equipment and tools, neatly organized and ready for action. Shelves lined the walls, displaying an array of gadgets, forensic kits, and surveillance devices. A long workbench stood in the centre, cluttered with blueprints, computer screens, and tinkering tools. It wasn't on the same level as Oracle's Clock Tower, which was holographic and almost alien in tech level, but it was obviously put together with a significant budget.
"Nice place," Aaron praised. There was no need to remained clothed and he walked down to the basement naked and free. Hadiyah was the same, although she struggled to move. She carried herself with support from the wall, occasionally bucking down as cum dripped from her swollen hole.
"T-thank you…" Hadiyah swallowed and tried to catch her breath.
'Maybe I should have given her more time to rest,' Aaron thought to himself.
In the corner, there was a meticulously constructed cage. Its bars were made of thick, reinforced steel, painted in a dark, matte black hue. A heavy, padlocked door served as the entrance to the cage.
"Open it," Aaron ordered. Hadiyah hesitated. He nodded anyway.
Inside was a woman that could only be described as broken. Her knees pressed to her breasts, head hidden, and trembling like a mad woman. Hearing the echo of his dong, however, she looked up. Her expression, which for an instant was devoid of emotion, rose to life.
"Chosen One!" Angel Breaker, no, Angel Whore, started crawling towards him. She prostrated before him, huffing and puffing, before grasping his limp dick like a sacred treasure. "It has…been too long! Too long…! Haa…haa…!"
Within the cage, the floor was lined with a thick, non-slip matting, providing both comfort and traction, creating security as well as an ability to cause harm to themselves. The ceiling above was fitted with a series of bright spotlights, casting a harsh, unwavering light upon its sole occupant, making it difficult to hide or conceal anything.
Including the way she was sniffing and cuddling his schlong. It wasn't a particularly new act of praise but…the sheer desperation was definitely new. Hadiyah stood outside the cage, holding her weight by gripping a bar. She seemed utterly confused by their relationship.
"This isolation was your punishment," Aaron said. "Now that you have carried it out, you serve me."
"Yes." Angel Whore hugged his leg like a lost pet, eyes staring up at with insane adoration. "Of course, Chosen One. Whatever you desire! As long as you bless me with this big, fat burly cock!"
Well, that settled that. Aaron had confirmed another member of his secret harem. He pondered on whether he should fuck her. Angel Breaker wasn't hypnotized and neither was Julia. They followed him of his own violation and he could see it in their eyes that they would never betray. Especially Angel Whore. Her whole purpose in life was to serve him. Hypnosis was unnecessary.
Aaron wasn't a cruel man. He wanted to veer towards the side of good ethics, if at all possible. If it wasn't, like with Jaina Hudon, then he would (after consideration and planning) go towards the shade of grey. But never black. No unnecessary killing, no raping, no slavery, none of that. Dubious consent was one thing but no consent at all was another. With Hadiyah, like she herself had said, she would have slept with him anyway. There was a comfortable level of consent there. Same with Selina and Iman. Aaron could sense they lusted for him way before he hypnotized them. In fact, Iman admitted she wanted him to take her to a private hotel after the Zatanna show and fuck her silly. If he wasn't going to make the first move, she was. It was only a matter of time.
'Ugh, am I being weird? Am I being too nice?' Aaron exhaled sharply. 'No, I have to be like this. If I became a hypnotizing rapist in the name of justice, then what kind of Gotham am I really creating? I need to do this the right way. I need to do this with tact.'
His resolve firm, he peered down at Angel Whore who was busy cooing the glans of his penis. "I want you to work together with another person: Catwoman. The two of you will work together to bring Talia al Ghul to me. She has nearly regained total control over the League of Assassins. You and Catwoman must bring her to me before that happens."
"So my old master has stolen my title…" Angel Whore muttered. She looked up at him, the deep determination of Angel Breaker returning in spades. "I will do as you say, Chosen One. However, there is the issue of Lady Shiva. I suspect as the leader of the League of Shadows, she also desires the League of Assassins."
"Oh, don't worry about Lady Shiva," Aaron said. "Lady Shiva will be approaching me of her own accord soon. After that, the League of Shadows will belong to me. And with your help, the Assassins too."
The pale-faced woman smiled with her teeth. "Amazing! Of course! I shall entrust it to you, Chosen One!"
"Now get up and bend over," Aaron demanded. "I'm going to fuck you in this little cage. Let's just say…it'll be motivation for you."
"Of course." In a flash, the whore leapt to her feet, went over to the bars, bent over, and spread her pussy for him. "It's all yours. My holes belong to you. Use them as you see fit."
She was drowning in her own juices, her fingers entangling with it as she spread her hole as much as she could. Behind him, Hadiyah sighed and went to a nearby seat to test. Aaron looked down at her ass cheeks. He had seen a lot of heart-shaped asses but he could not recall one other being as shapely as Angel's Breakers. It was like a literal heart, connecting with the arch of her back phenomenally. It was like her figure was carved rather than given.
He popped put a steely thirteen and a half inch erection, as if he hadn't just creampied six different women six different times. And that didn't include the facials he gave them. His balls never emptied. Literally, they just never did. Unlike before, where he had some semblance of a limit, with the infusion of Element X, he was a machine. A god. The manifestation of carnal desire.
So when he lined himself up and thrusted into her, the shrill moan from Angel Whore was music. He never got tired of it. The pleasure he himself received was nice but the pleasure he gave others was better. It tugged on his heart. He simply loved bringing love and happiness. Maybe it was because his life so far had been deprived of love and attention. He had neither received or given it. Now it was different. Now he could do both.
He thrusted in and out, hands on her booty to create a steady rhythm. Clap! Clap! Clap! Moan, moan, moan. Angel Whore was gripping the bar so tightly he could hear the metal bind under her strength. Her back continued to arch. Her eyes nearly rolled back.
Eventually, after holding herself back for so long, she spoke. Aaron smiled to himself.
"Big! Fat! The Chosen Cock! Chosen! Cooooock! Love! Love! Love it! Need it! More! More! Please!"
Backshot after backshot after backshot. All in quick succession without wasting a single second, despite the ridiculous length of his dick. Several inches swooped in and out of her like it was nothing.
He went faster. He fucked her harder. He was almost casually sliding in and out like a machine gun. The echoes of flesh clapping could have been mistaken for spankings or a gunshot.
With Angel Whore, Aaron became a little sadistic. If something happened to that poor innocent man Billy, then his fiance would have been heart broken. Imagining that pain propelled him to go harder.
"Need! Need! Neeeed~! I needed this!" Angel Whore screamed. She started to respond, her ass meeting his pelvis in beat. "The Chosen Cock! The Chosen Cock! Breed me! Breed meeee~!"
…although maybe fucking her harder would just make her hornier. Happier. Seeing her stick her tongue like a disgraceful whore spoke volumes. Yeah, this was no punishment. This was a reward. Aaron sighed, cooling himself. He couldn't let himself get caught up in the heat of the moment.
The balls-slapping sex continued for a few minutes. He wanted to bring to the brink of orgasm. He wanted her to pant and beg and moan.
And then…
"H-huh…?
…he'd stop.
Aaron slapped his thick member on her perfect ass. Pre-cum oozed down the tip. Admittedly, he himself wanted to enjoy an intense orgasm but alas he had a job here. "You'll get my baby batter if you successfully finish my mission. Otherwise, it's staying in my balls. Understood?"
Angel Whore whimpered. He could feel the hot throbbing shaft on top of her ass. She wanted it so, so badly…he could smell her juices dripping.
"P-please, Chosen One, just…just one creampie. P-please…" She looked over at him, tears trailing down her face. Seeing the chosen cock and its pulsating knob, she sobbed. Her tears accelerated. "Please! Please!"
"No." For emphasis, he used a hand to slap his cock down on her again. "No means no, you dumb whore. However, if you prove yourself to be better than a simple dumb whore, then maybe I'll reconsider. For now, I'll leave you with the twelve orgasms I gave you. It's more than you deserve."
The once proud villain of Leviathan started nodding obsessively. "Y-yes, yes! Of course! I will do anything for you!"
He smiled. That settled it. He didn't need hypnosis for everything. He could manipulate, he could negotiate. Frankly, judging by the hearts appearing in her eyes, it was just as effective. From behind, he could hear Hadiyah staring at his toned back. His member twitched.
***
Angel.
It was the name Angel Breaker used to buy out a bunch of warehouses in Gotham. Vicki Vale had uncovered the unknown buyer but did not have a clue as to who it was. Aaron wanted to keep it that way because those warehouses were now his. Legally speaking, it was ridiculous, but from the mouth of the whore? It was reality.
The warehouse was supposed to be filled with military-grade weapons. Two weeks after the finding of the Chosen One, they would utilize this warehouse to inhabit additional shipments. However, with the sudden collapse of Leviathan, it was wide and empty. It was an exploitable space.
Without Batman and Robin breathing down his neck, he could finally test his limits. He could grasp the power within himself. No staircase, no upper floors, merely a clean slate of concrete and walls.
The Seven Forces of Good and the Seven Forces of Evil. The Seven Harmonious Forces and the Seven Hidden Forces. They were two sides of the same coin, born from the Source, and fonts of untapped potential.
The Speed Force and the Still Force…Aaron could feel his surroundings slowed down. Time was relative to one's motion and he comprehended that concept with incredible ease. Yet when he stepped forward, when he ran, he was not as fast as he wished he could be. It was like there was a barrier preventing him from unlocking his full speed.
'A mental block maybe…?'
He decided to time himself. He brought his phone out, went on the clock app, and started up the stopwatch.
The instant his finger touched the button, he dashed to the other side of the warehouse. It was a hundred foot distance, then another hundred feet back to his phone.
How long did it take?
According to the stopwatch app, not a single millisecond had passed. In Aaron's time, it took nearly a minute before the millisecond count flicked to one.
So how fast was he?
Calculating the time dilation factor, specifically how it took over a minute for a millisecond to pass, Aaron deduced that his speed was astounding…
'Mach 60,000…?' He wasn't sure how to feel about his newfound speed. Running two hundred feet in less than a millisecond was so ridiculous and baffling that he chuckled. He rubbed his palm down his cheek and proceeded to laugh.
'I'm still not even close to the Flash. He can run way, way faster than light. So can Superman and other Kryptonians. I bet Gotham Girl could do it too.'
Three hundred million metres per second. That was his goal.
That was what his instincts–no, the Collective Unconscious was telling him. All this time, all his life, it was the Collective Unconscious subtly guiding his mind. Maybe not for every decision but whenever he needed it, it was there for him.
'It's why I have such a vague understanding of my powers. The Collective Unconscious is flowing through me like a vessel.'
Aaron was uncomfortable by the thought. What exactly were his real thoughts? Was everything he was a byproduct of the Collective Unconscious?
No, it couldn't be. His parental feelings for Chloe, for example, weren't rooted in that instinctual guide. It was…random. Out of character.
Aaron rubbed his hands. "I should be thankful for my gifts…"
While the Collective Unconscious was a reservoir of shared knowledge, experiences, and archetypal symbols that exist in the minds of all living beings, the Black Apple represented the dark side of the collective unconscious. It was a symbol of hidden desires, forbidden knowledge, and destructive impulses that could corrupt and distort reality. Where the Collective Unconscious served a realm beyond individual consciousness, where thoughts, emotions, and mythic patterns merge and intertwine, the Black Egg of the Anti-Self was that which lay beyond the vast, interconnected psyche.
Another aspect of his powers was the Emotional Spectrum and the Invisible Spectrum. He didn't quite mesh with the spectrums, likely due to his weak grasp on his emotions, though he understood it was connected to the Green Lantern. While Shiva had been giving him a couch blowjob, he had watched a livestream of the brown-haired Green Lantern constructed a supersized baseball glove and felt strangely connected. Brave. Strong.
He presumed that was what it was.
After that, the Life Force and the Death Force, the strangest Forces of them all. He concluded that the Life Force was the source of Poison Ivy's power–of the Green. The life force was life itself–the ocean and the plants. A wellspring of power embodying concepts such as growth, creation, and the preservation of life. Whenever he walked on a slice of grass, he could feel the support urging forward.
Right now, standing in this warehouse built over the death of plant life, he felt guilty. He snapped a finger.
Roses started to bloom from the concrete floor. It was an illogical miracle. It was the power of the Life Force. A meaningless, pointless power for now but with training perhaps…perhaps he could bring true miracles to life.
"Maybe I can negotiate with Poison Ivy," Aaron muttered to himself. He was saying it partly because there was truth to her words and also because he wanted to fuck her and Harley in the ass again.
Regardless, he still had more forces to explore, such as the lucrative Force of the Gods. Angels, demons, demigods, this was where their powers were birthed from. Then there was its counterpart: Void Wind. Some considered it to be the domain of humans and the rejections of the divine. A negation of magic and divinity.
He wasn't sure how to wield these powers exactly. He had affirmed this a thousand times, he wasn't a god, he was a citizen of Gotham. His game plan was to understand but avoid it. What if someone sensed his divinity, like Wonder Woman? Zeus existed too, didn't he? The powers of the gods spelled out a future disaster. It was better to remain off the radar.
He suspected his inability to be detected came from the next two forces: the totality of the omniverse, the Dimensional Superstructure, and what lay beyond, the Sixth Note. He could feel its subtle weight on him at all times. He was…invisible to the gods and the Endless. To the Chosen Messenger, the Manhunter.
'I suppose that makes sense, although I get the feeling I can do a lot with this. Like a lot.'
So far, however, his capacity in the two forces were limited. His guide was the Collective Unconscious, which was rather instinctual than instructive. Generally speaking, Aaron could only aimlessly experiment with the Dimensional Superstructure and Sixth Note.
Aaron did suspect this was where magic came into play. From his brief understanding, it was the scraps of reality wielded by those compatible with it. Existences identical to him in nature but utterly microscopic in scope. While magicians could create small miracles, he could warp the very omniverse if he was taught properly.
'Not that I'm going to. It sounds like a headache.'
Seriously, how many multiversal entities had tried to fuck over the multiverse in the past? The Collective Unconscious was implying it was a number deep in the double digits.
Finally, the vaguest and what he considered to be the most useless: Faithfulness and Faithlessness. Aaron felt attached to Faithfulness but he could feel himself to the other. Was it because of him cucking the Fox Family?
'Sorry…'
All in all, the Fourteen Forces of the Omniverse were within his fingers. They merely needed to be understood in digestible bites. If he had fully fused with the Chosen Messenger, then it would be completely different. He would have received an epiphany that let him access and spread these forces like butter on toast.
"I was able to reconstruct my bed once too. I wonder which force I used for that…"
The more attached and driven he was towards something, the easier it was to achieve. For example, his bed which he had slept on since his teenage days. It meant a lot to him despite its technical insignificance.
"It would have to be the Dimensional Superstructure, right? Whether it was specifically magic or not doesn't matter, it comes from there. If I can recreate the bed, then maybe…"
The schematics of a bed you've slept on for years was buried in your subconscious but not deeply. With a snap of his finger, power rose within him and in a flash of white light…it appeared. His bed. The classic queen-sized mattress along with its wooden headboard and planks.
A smile. "Alright." He clenched his fist a few times and could taste the reality warping energies inside him. "I'm making some progress now. Nothing crazy but it's progress."
He couldn't wield his powers in combat yet. He required practice and combat vital skills. Summoning a bed wasn't going to defeat Bane or Killer Croc.
Time passed and with that time came understanding. Wisdom. For an hour, Aaron sat there and meditated. It was a new phenomena but one he was open to.
The universe around him crinkled. The deeper his focus, the larger the gap of the Collective Unconscious became. It was like trudging through complete darkness and getting your eyes to forcibly adjust.
It was difficult.
Not impossible though.
Finally, he reached a breakthrough. Words rushed into his head, organized and high rather than secretive. He finally understood what exactly these powers were.
Emotional Spectrum and Invisible Spectrum. The Lantern Corps and Ultraviolet Corps.
Speed Force and Still Force.
Life Force and Death Force.
Magic and Void. The Sphere of the Gods and the Void Wind.
Noosphere and Anti-Noosphere. The Collective Unconscious and the Black Apple.
Possibility and Impossibility. The Multiverse, the Fifth Dimension, Imagination and the Dark Multiverse, the Sixth Dimension, the Sixth Note.
Faithfulness and Faithlessness.
Sometimes, these powers of justice and doom overlapped, like with the Black Lantern Corps. There was a mixture of the Death Force within their device of the Emotional Spectrum.
However, there were also joint powers of multiple justices, such as the Sage Force. The Sage Force was a combination of the Speed Force, Emotional Spectrum, and the Noosphere–human thought, human emotions, and reality in motion. Intelligence, telepathy, and telekinesis. That was what the Sage Force was: the power of the super intelligent and telepaths. Gorilla Grodd, Martian Manhunter, and Brianiac, for instance. These mighty individuals were the most powerful conduits of the Sage Force, whether they knew it or not.
Aaron exhaled. 'Magic and Possibility. That's how I've warped reality. It's a combination of those two forces.'
"I wonder then…" Aaron stood up and patted his legs. Generally, when he warped reality (like he did to fix his bed), he required an image. A deep understanding of what he wanted to come into reality. This time, he added words on top of the image. "Make me as fast as the Flash!"
An electric shock suddenly struck from top-to-bottom. His body vibrated and his vision became blurry. Aaron collapsed onto one knee.
Pain. Blood-curdling pain shot down his left leg. The Speed Force wasn't cooperating–it was punishing him.
"S-shit…" Aaron cursed. Unbearable didn't do it justice; it was like pulling a muscle except amplified a thousand times. For a moment, he feared he wouldn't be able to walk again. "W-what the hell was that?"
He took a minute to compose himself. He was panting, feeling pathetically exhausted and drained. Every cell in his body seemed to be drained of its energy.
Aaron had thought about the red-haired Flash–the one Chloe crushed on. The fact that he, the Chosen One, couldn't replicate his speed meant only two things: one, Aaron was too weak right now. Or two…
"His speed isn't in the realm of possibility." A hand over his mouth, he steadied his breath. Fuck, he hadn't anticipated that at all. That kind of backlash and pain was totally foreign to him. "I can't give up just yet though. Another Flash, think of the other one. The blonde…"
This time, Aaron uttered the spell in his head. A change of pace–to further test his abilities.
"Make me as fast as the Flash!"
There was pain again but this wasn't unbearable. This time, he could take it. His legs were filled with pain but that pain quickly faded, replaced by a surge of energy. Lightning crackled from the ends of his fingertips. He stared at it in wonder.
Then he ran.
It worked. Yellow lightning followed his trail, a sign that the Speed Force had accepted his command. It was like running through water. He felt soft and tingly at the same time. It was strange. It was empowering.
If it hadn't been for the Speed Force containing his momentum, he would have destroyed the warehouse with his newfound speed. He was easily lightspeed. Perhaps hundreds or thousands times faster. Time had effectively stopped.
He ventured through Gotham City with a fresh perspective. It was strange seeing everybody frozen. The cars, the lights, the people, the crime…it was all completely still.
'So this is how the Flash sees the world? It's as beautiful as it is sad."
The first place he went to was his work place. He saw Todd and Noah laughing at the staircase. It must have been their lunch break. Then he went up. He zipped through the complex fleet of stairs until he was at the top floor.
A large, imposing door stood in his way. The entrance at the base of the building had been while the doors at the staircase could be opened and closed without anyone noticing. This behemoth required a fingerprint scan to open. How could he get in? Two guards stood by the door and a secretary was at a desk behind. Aaron didn't want to risk a drastic measure.
'What can you do with super speed? Create hurricanes, vibrate quickly, cause electricity…' Aaron thought for a while, recalling what he knew about the Flash. 'Phasing. The Flash does it all the time. I'm pretty sure he said on a TV show that he does it by vibrating his body and cells.' A dirty thought came to him. 'Huh. I could have a vibrating dick. Interesting. I'll test it later.'
He calmed himself down with a breath and started vibrating. It was difficult to do at first. While he maintained his immense speed, the world remaining frozen, there was still a tinge of anxiety at what he was about to do.
It was a slow, gradual process. Aaron was careful with his feet in particular. He didn't want to slip down to the center of the Earth, after all. Slow and steady wins the race. He raised one foot that was vibrating faster than the molecules of the door and was able to cleanly slip through. It was like magic except if it was scientific. Then the other leg went through, his feet making sure to plant themselves on the other end.
The remainder of his body phased through the door.
'It worked. Nice.'
Aaron wasn't too worried. He understood the principles of phasing well. He had watched documentaries on it. Although the science behind it wasn't exactly clear, he had seen the Flash over and over again. The movements were imprinted in his head.
The door had been secure for a reason. It was a meeting of executives and the top dogs of Wayne Tech. Their expressions were deep in conversation. Not a single one of them could tell that a man vastly faster than light was here, their eyes unable to capture sufficient light to see him.
"Hey, Iman," Aaron greeted. She sat amongst the big boys of the company like a silent black cat. Her hands were folded in front of her eyes and her posture was upright and disciplined.
Super speed of this magnitude was actually a really fucked up ability. He could do anything to anyone here and they wouldn't know what happened. He could yank their pants down. He could steal the panties of the female members. He could unzip the flies of the men.
Aaron grimaced. 'If I had gotten this power before, let's just say Batman would have to add an unsolved case under his belt.'
Aaron likely would have committed one large bank robbery with this super speed and then relaxed for the rest of his life. Easy peasy.
Now, he had morals and conscience. He left the Wayne Tech building with nothing but a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Nobody could tell the plastic cup was gone.
The remainder of his training was spent understanding the Collective Unconscious. While the other forces seemed intriguing, the potential of endless knowledge was much more appealing to Aaron. He could, as Manhunter suggested, become nearly omniscient.
As a means of practice with the Collective Unconscious, pulling out and storing information, he decided to sharpen and enhance his culinary knowledge and skills.
***
It was January 31, 2022, AKA his first day as the newly hired chef at Wayne Manor. He was eager to impress the residents. Chloe had been dropped at Carrie's apartment, which was in the safe yet modest area close to Robinson Park. Without Poison Ivy as the park's resident and protector, it lacked the supernatural elements that he feared. Moreover, due to her presence, the place had been cleaned up of its filth.
Regarding his work at Wayne Tech, he agreed to switch to being a part-time employee. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were his scheduled days and he wouldn't be forced to do overtime either. His supervisor didn't understand the changes besides the fact that it was an order from above. From his perspective, it was because of his semi-close relationship with Iman Avesta. It was funny, really. He probably assumed that he was fucking her or something–that he was going to the director's trophy husband.
That wasn't the case. Not at all.
He told Noah and Todd of his change and they were a little disappointed he wouldn't get to hang out like they usually did. Honestly? Aaron agreed. The normalcy of chilling with other guys was a nice change of pace. It helped him remain grounded. Ordinary.
Nevertheless, he was also in the world of superheroes. As he prepared lunch in the spacious kitchen, the enticing aroma of herbs and spices filled the air.
Dick, Tim, and Damian eagerly awaited their meal. The Batgirls, Stephanie and Cassandra, were out with Batman for vigilante-related work so they didn't join. Sad since Aaron really wanted to see the two of them.
'Guess I'll have to make do,' Aaron told himself.
Dick, known for his lightheartedness, couldn't resist teasing Aaron. "No pressure, Aaron. Just make sure it's good enough to satisfy the Wayne family's discerning palates."
Aaron smiled warmly, unfazed by the playful remark. "You won't be disappointed."
With a calm and patient demeanour, Aaron skillfully crafted a delectable lunch spread. He presented each dish with finesse and attention to detail. The centrepiece was a succulent herb-roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and adorned with a medley of colourful vegetables.
As the trio sat down to enjoy their meal, the first bite elicited expressions of delight. Always one for dramatic flair, Dick exclaimed, "Aaron, sheesh! You've officially raised the bar for lunchtime cuisine. This is amazing!"
Tim nodded in agreement, savouring each bite. "The flavours are well-balanced, and the chicken is moist and tender. Not bad, dude."
"Not bad?" Dick asked.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay, it's phenomenal."
Damian, known for his discerning taste, regarded the chef with a hint of approval. "It seems you are not entirely useless in the kitchen, Aaron. This chicken is acceptable."
Aaron chuckled. "I'm glad you find it acceptable, Damian. I aim to surpass expectations."
"Hey, uh, actually did you make an extra plate?" Dick asked. Aaron quirked a brow. "We're having a guest, you might know her. Zatanna Zatara, Mistress of Magic."
"Really?" Aaron couldn't hold back his excitement. "Chloe is a huge fan of hers. Plus, I just went to her concert recently. She's fantastic."
"Yep, she is. Easily the most powerful sorceress on the planet. Oh, but don't worry, she doesn't bite." Dick winked at him. Aaron nodded appreciatively.
"Huh…" Tim lowered his fork, suddenly contemplative. He stared at his plate, blinking. "Huh…Bruce…he wouldn't have…"
"Is something wrong?" Aaron asked, smiling. Tim Drake was like him, coffee-addicted and intelligent. In fact, from what he understood, each Robin was an archetype. Each had their own specialities and strengths. Dick was the acrobatic leader with a charisma no one could match. Jason Todd was the most physically dominant and a ruthless marksman. Stephanie had also been a Robin but she had never found her footing. Tim did. He ended up becoming the detective of the group. While Dick was no slouch, Tim was close to Batman's level of detective work.
Tim could figure it out. Maybe he would confront the Dark Knight. Remember, Tim had been investigating Aaron as well and came up with nothing, and according to Cassandra, detectives were a prideful and vindictive bunch. They did not like their investigations interconnecting with other detectives or their conclusions to be challenged. Aaron could understand the logic. In university, there was such a thing as having too many intelligent people in one room before chaos ensued.
'Superheroes, university students, gods…at the end of the day emotions will be emotions.'
Plus, Aaron was innocent in Tim's eyes and Tim was a great, stand-up guy. Much less morally ambiguous than Batman. He probably thought setting up a trap of a magical nature without Aaron's awareness was wrong. Regardless, it didn't matter to Aaron. As long as he got room to wiggle, it was fine.
'Hm? I hear something…'
A small smile spread across his lips. It was her, no doubt about it. He couldn't forget those heels even if he tried. The heels of the captivating sorceress, Zatanna Zatara. She arrived in the kitchen with a flare that nobody could ignore.
"Hello, boys. You seem well." Her heels clicked gently against the floor as she moved. Her dark, flowing hair cascaded down her back and her signature top hat sat perched atop her head. Zatanna Zatara smiled as she glanced at Aaron. "Oh, it's you. The one from my show. You work for Bruce?"
Theories and thoughts ran through her mind, like why Bruce would ask her to lay a trap on his own chef. Aaron could see it. He chuckled in his head.
"As a chef, yes," Aaron answered. "Take a seat. There's more than enough for everyone."
Zatanna was unexpectedly bashful. "Oh no, I can't–"
"Zatanna, you're practically family," Dick interjected. "Have as much as you like. Plus, this dude's cooking is awesome. It's a lot like Alfred's."
A beat passed. Aaron was already busying himself and pretended that he didn't hear that comment. The emotion, the history, it was obvious it wasn't intended for him to respond to. He decided to make some dessert. He read somewhere online that Zatanna's favourite dessert was chocolate mousse. He began by melting rich dark chocolate and whisking it with a hint of espresso for a deep, indulgent flavour. Aaron then carefully folded the chocolate mixture into whipped egg whites and gently chilled it to create a velvety chocolate mousse.
"Voila." Aaron presented the chocolate mousse to Zatanna, garnished with a dusting of cocoa powder and a fresh raspberry on top. She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.
"It looks amazing, wow." Zatanna delicately spooned a portion of the chocolate mousse, savouring its velvety texture and rich taste. Her eyes lit up with delight and she couldn't help but exclaim, "And it's as good as it looks too."
"Let me try." Dick came in, spoon in hand, and ate a bite of it. A smile that went from cheek-to-cheek spread across him. "Man, it really is good! Damian, you gotta try it."
"Chocolate is not a part of my diet," Daiman said, arms crossed. He took another glance at the chocolate mouse and sighed. "Although perhaps I can make an exception."
"Ha, look at you, Damian. You're warming up to him," Tim teased, grinning. Damian simply rolled his eyes as he went over to Zatanna's side. It became crowded with the four of them huddling together over one bowl of chocolate mousse so Aaron made three more.
"Thanks, dude!"
"If Beth was here, she'd love it," Zatanna suddenly said. Dick breathed in and was about to pop a question. Zatanna read his mind and beat him to it. "And yes, Dick, Beth is doing well. Progress is being made."
"I hope so," Dick replied, poking at his food. "Everytime you come to Gotham, Kate becomes a little strung-up."
"She's just scared for her sister. It's natural."
Aaron had no idea what they were discussing nor did he care to learn what it was. Some things simply weren't his business, so he tuned out.
Of course, by the end, each of them had to tend to their duties. Damian had skipped school today so he had to meet up with his classmates to fetch notes. Dick and Tim, on the other hand, had non-vigilante work to do. While Dick expressed his gratitude, he also apologized.
"Yeah, I really have to go." Dick checked the time on his phone and groaned. "Damn it, yeah, I have a thing to do. Can't really explain. Sorry, but you'll have to entertain Zatanna until Bruce gets back."
"Sure." Aaron had been wanting some alone time with her. Seriously, those titties were not for the weak.
When everything was all said and done, the two former Robins were gone, leaving him with the famed magician. Her smile was welcoming. Aaron took a seat across from her.
"Dick wasn't kidding when he said you were a fantastic chef," Zatanna remarked, her eyes sparkling. "I'm excited to taste what you've prepared."
Aaron raised a brow. "You want more?"
"If you'll allow it," she replied. She cupped her cheek with her hand, smiling deviously. "I don't always get a chef at my beck."
"Surprising given your fame."
"I know. I just don't really trust chefs." She took off her top hat, smiling. "Maybe you could prove me wrong?"
"Of course, Mistress of Magic."
Zatanna laughed at the teasing title. Aaron smiled to himself. The situation was evolving better than he thought. Desserts were made in the span of twenty minutes. The Wayne Manor had cutting edge culinary technology, such as programmable coffee makers and something called the dessert maestro. It was an automated mixing appliance that effortlessly achieved a specified texture through the LED screen. Put simply, say goodbye to lumpy batters and uneven blends.
"Like magic." With that said, he served a crème brûlée, a velvety custard-based dessert with a caramelized sugar topping. He assumed it would align with her refined taste and elegant demeanour. He assumed correctly. Zatanna let out something akin to a moan as the spoon met her lips.
"Mmph! Amazing! It really is magical!" A bit of cream was left on the edge of her mouth. She licked it up and stared up at him with those big blue eyes. Her lips suddenly curved into a mischievous smile. "Speaking of magic, Aaron, you seem to have quite a knack for it in the kitchen. I must say, you've cast a spell on my taste buds."
"They do say that cooking is a form of culinary magic." He pretended not to be invigorated by her words, that his pants weren't tightening as he gazed down on her cleavage. "Perhaps my secret ingredient is a pinch of enchantment."
Zatanna giggled, her voice laced with playful charm. "Well, Aaron, you've certainly cast a spell on me. I'm under the irresistible allure of your culinary prowess."
"Thank you." Aaron put his arms on the table, still standing, and smiled down at her. "But it's not just the food that's enchanting. It's the company as well."
Zatanna's cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and she batted her eyelashes. "Why, Aaron, are you trying to cast a love potion on me?"
Aaron chuckled. As ironic as her statement was, no. He wasn't. "Please, I would never dare use such sorcery. Not in front of you, the Justice League's greatest magician. I prefer to let the natural chemistry between us work its own magic."
Zatanna's playful smile turned into a knowing one. She got up from her seat, her arms under her bust, closing the distance between them. "Well then, Aaron, let's keep this enchanting conversation brewing. Who knows what other magical delights we may discover?"
…and that was how he ended up making out with Zatanna Zatara on the kitchen table. Not through hypnosis or manipulation but pure rizz. Legs locked around his waist, firm butt on the wooden table as their mouths connected and eloped.
"Mmm…" Zatanna parted from him, her blue fuck-me eyes mirroring him. She licked up the saliva hanging between them. "You taste good." Her tongue rolled on her lips. "Like strawberries. Is it because of all that time in the kitchen?"
"Maybe. Care to find out?"
Her giggle was like music. Before he could kiss, her eyes gleamed with energy. "Pord ruoy stnap!"
Just like that, his belt came untied and his pants fell to the floor. Another surprise came as she grabbed him by the balls and pulled close to his face. "Of course I want to find out." Her gloved hand traced the outline of his shaft…and found herself going down, down, down. Shaken with shock from how low she was heading, she glanced down.
"W-wow." Zatanna audibly gulped, hands now shifting to his balls. Through his black boxers, she could see and feel his immense size. "That's…are you carrying a wand in your pants?"
Zatanna Zatara had seen her fair share of penises. Joshua, the musician son of Marsha (one of her many magic mentors), a handsome Afroamerican man who practically cucked an old boyfriend of hers, Ron. Ron was a messy four inches and thin, while Joshua was packing double that–eight inches long and almost two inches thick. After him, after seeing and feeling that thick black cock, she thought she'd never find something remotely as pleasure. And for years, she was right. Dale Colton: three inches. Victor Stone, better known as the hero Cyborg: six and a half inches. Nicolas Nolan, another one of her mentors, a boring five inches. Even her most persistent boyfriend, John Constantine, sprang out a measly three and a half inch erection. She had no idea why she kept running back to him. His dick certainly wasn't making her run laps. Well, she did suppose he was good with his mouth…
"Esol ruoy srexob!" Curiosity got the best of her and she uttered a second incantation. As if it had never existed, his boxers disappeared and his flaccid manhood came into view. It dangled between his legs as if popping into reality. A hand went over to her mouth. Zatanna Zatara was beyond gobsmacked.
This man…this Aaron Reigner. His soft member was gargantuan. So massive that she instinctively thought to cast an anti-illusion spell. So long that it distorted her memories of Joshua and made him out to be a joke. So thick that there was no need for a living vibrator.
"That must be…eight, no, nine inches…incredible!" Zatanna smiled and ripped her gaze away, meeting his face eagerly. "Truly incredible!"
Her breasts pressed his chest as she kissed him of her own accord. Her enthusiasm had doubled. The material riding up between her legs became drenched in her fluids. Zatanna had never been this horny, not since her one night stand with Joshua. They broke apart, less than inch away, their salivas eagerly clinging to one another. Dusty grey eyes stared into shimmering blues. Her lithe arms hanging onto him.
Her eyes flicked downwards. She released a hand and traced a leather finger down his chest, through his pecs, his obliques, his shaft, then finally, his nutsack. She shivered as her gloved hand failed to grasp the virile orb. Zatanna wasn't a small woman either. She was a big-titty, curvaceous woman standing at an above average five-foot-seven. She was stacked, thicc, and hourglass figured. Not fat, not thin, not muscular, but a dreamy human succubus with no discernable flaws.
"Evomer ym sevolg." Her leather gloves dissipated. She could feel the scratchy texture of his sac. It was wonderful. Her nails lightly went up and down and her eyes never quite left the monstrosity dangling between his legs. Her breath itched. Her clit throbbed.
His balls were packed with so much baby batter that she could feel herself ovulating. Was that why she had succumbed to his flirtation so quickly? Because she was in heat?
"There's really no comparison." Her hand went back up to his flaccid length. Aaron shivered at her cold touch. "Your cock is beautiful. Flawless."
"Magical even?"
Zatanna laughed and sensually took off her black vest. Smirking, chest puffed and emphasizing the shape and size of her mounds, and narrow eyes refusing to break eye contact. His cock twitched.
"Yes, magical." She slowly stroked his member. He twitched again. "Very magical…of course, before we begin, we have to erase any prying eyes. Bruce tends to let his paranoia invade his own privacy." Her eyes glowed blue, her sclera merging into the light. "Esare lla egatoof fo su gnivah xes dna ecalper eht egatoof htiw lausac snoitcaretni neewteb eh dna I! Od eht emas htiw eht spateriw dna lla rehto secived!"
Reality warping. He could sense the magical shift in the world. A small bubble manipulating and changing as the sorceress supreme declared. The Wayne Manor, as well protected as it was, possessed no strong defences against magic. Perhaps there were minor charms but nothing that could stop Zatanna Zatara's legendary incantations.
Aaron instilled her technique into her brain. The hand signs and the flow of magic rampaging through her inner body. He was the Chosen One. Perhaps he could make use of it later…
He felt two soft hands eagerly jerk him off and the addicting comment, "You're so much bigger than my exes…!" The fact that Zatanna fucking Zatara was trying to bring his cock to life, to want it inside her, gave him a thrill like no other. In response, he pulled down her white top and her boobs practically bounced out. He shoved his face down those phenomenal tits and they were just as soft as the internet suggested. Like pillows, they were soft, large, and comforting. He sighed, taking in its scent, and then pulled away to suck on her pink nipple.
"Mmmmh…!" Zatanna bit her bottom lip, looking at the ceiling with rolling eyes. The ecstasy from him sucking on her tit was overwhelming. Aaron's tongue flicked up and down, hands gripping her pillowy mammary. "Keep going! Keep going–"
He did. He sucked on her till her toes curled and her hands tightly gripped the edge of the table. She could feel the pressure build up inside her. The wetness stained her leotard and stocking. Fuck, she couldn't keep it contained any longer. Aaron sensed it and pulled away, a gasp escaping from the young woman.
Zatanna jumped off the table, dragged him into another kiss, and then went down on her knees. She smirked as she caressed the mighty girth. Instinctively, Aaron put a hand on her hand as if to say that she shouldn't until he was fully hard–until she saw the full, unmitigated size of his cock.
"How about we make things simple, hm?" Zatanna looked up at him. "With a little bit of magic. Teg drah!"
Aaron's knees buckled. It was like a million hands were pumping his cock. Every inch, every vein, every cell in his shaft became invigorated. It was like a spring board. One second, he was as flaccid as a noddle and the next his fully hardened cock slapped Zatanna's chin and settled over her. The meaty thwack was deafening. So was Zatanna's shock.
"O-oh…wow…oh my god…" Zatanna gulped loudly. He could hear the vibrations in her throat. "By the mystic forces…it's…it's…" She exhaled. She breathed. She collected herself. Due to his impressive girth, he could only see the edges of her eyes. The emotions covered were indiscernible. "...magnificent…you're so much bigger than my exes, it's absurd…"
Aaron grew excited. Fuck, he had heard those kinds of comments so many times but when it came from Zatanna's wonderful lips…he throbbed. Pre-cum slipped down. Zatanna couldn't see it since his length exceeded her head. Thirteen, fourteen inches? Who the fuck cared, he was horny, he was hard, and he was bigger than Zatanna could have ever guessed.
She shifted to the side and witnessed the full length. With gentle strokes, she experimented. It was then she noted the pre-cum. Using a bold finger, she scooped it up into her mouth. "Mm. It tastes different too…"
She seemed drunk or in a haze. He hadn't used his powers so was it just a woman thing? Was she biologically reacting to his male gene pool? Eh, Aaron didn't really give a fuck. All that mattered was that Zatanna Zatara liked his pre-cum. She thought it tasted delicious.
His eyes went wide as he felt magnetizing dicksucking lips kiss his knob. It was such a gentle act of love and affection yet he wanted to bust a nut anyway. He waited eagerly, twitching, and Zatanna did not disappoint.
She muttered under her breath, "Evig em eht slliks fo a noillim serohw," and got to work. The self-directed enchantment was set and for an instant she sparkled violet. A hue of purple that bursted and settled.
When her hands touched him, goosebumps went down his spine. Then the stroking began. The pumping. It was magical. It felt like the warm embrace of a thousand arms. She was fast, she was firm, and she did not stop.
"Do you like it?" Pre-cum dripped down. Zatanna smirked. "I see that you do."
'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' This was the first time he had been faced with a handjob better than Cassandra's. He felt almost amateurish.
And that was with her hands. He couldn't begin to imagine what happened when she used her mouth–
"Fuck…!"
He didn't have to imagine because her pretty lips swallowed his thick, long glans. Then she went down. Down, down, down till she was deepthroating him. Her throat bulging, beads of tears hanging from the corner of her eyes. A million whores yet Zatanna still struggled, a testament to his sheer size.
"Y-you do this with all your boyfriends? Or is it just something for your loyal fans?"
She pulled back, red lipstick and saliva mixing, and kissed the tip of his member. He could see the imprint of her kiss on his glans. He shivered.
"No, it was a recent discovery," Zatanna explained. "My old boyfriend, John, told me to do it and well…he could never last longer than ten seconds." Then she went back in, making inch after inch disappear like magic.
Groaning, eyes closed and tilted up, he found himself thanking the cosmos that he could experience this. In particular, he wanted to thank one individual. 'Thank you, John Constantine. If you hadn't told me who you were, if you hadn't walked into the urinal in that moment of time, I wouldn't have been able to deepthroat your ex-girlfriend.'
Her touch was like lightning. Two hands jerking off the base of his member while her soft lips devoured his length. Every second felt like a million tongues swirling him, a thousand hands pumping him. It was as though he was encased in an automated massage intended to make him cum. His torso twisted but she held his cock firmly to keep him still.
"Fuck, fuck…you're…amazing! Fuck!"
Zatanna's eyes twinkled, glancing up. Seeing a mouthful of his cock inside her, seeing the corner of her lips attempt to smirk and invigorate, nearly brought him to release. He throbbed madly as if wanted to go even deeper. For a moment, she was caught off guard and her hands went flat to the floor, focusing entirely on deepthroating him.
"Mmmph! Mmmh!" Zatanna struggled. Her throat bulged and tightened. He placed a hand on her to balance himself. Fuck, she was pheonmal. Tight and warm and oh-so addicting. He wanted to just shove the last four inches of his cock and just…
Fuck it.
He grabbed her skull and without thinking too hard he slammed the rest of his length. The magician's eyes became as wide as his plates as her nose collided with his pelvis and his balls slapped her chin and neck. He let out a long, guttural groan as he nutted inside her.
A million whores, right? He could let loose a little…
So he did. When his balls clenched and started to unleash their contents, he made sure to twist the valve on his volume. Just a little more than usual, not too much. He throbbed wildly and lurched forward as if to go deeper. He must have been so deep inside her throat that he came directly into her stomach.
'Tight! Tight! So fucking tight…'
He throbbed. He came. Spurt, spurt, spurt. His nut was thick and viscous and Zatanna could feel landing inside. Even so, she didn't resist. She swallowed. Her measly little tongue touched the sensitive veins it could reach. Her throat clenched depravedly.
The sounds were so fucking lewd and vicious that Aaron's mind was going white. He, the Chosen One, was finding this deepthroat to be the best of his life. Better than Harley, better than Selina, and yes, as much as he hated to admit, better than Cassandra.
He continued dumping his load. He continued rapidly shooting and shooting. Throbbing and pulsating. It was like there was no end to it. Tears were streaming down Zatann's cheeks and a little bit of her black eye makeup was joining them. A muddy, black yet transparent set of tears.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds…
White cum dripped from the corner of her lips.
A minute…
She went down to base and, while swallowing, licked his balls with a slip of the tongue. An unprecedented technique. Magical almost. Aaron loved it. The sensation of his cock and balls being serviced. Incredible.
And she was doing this while still drinking down his cum. Zatanna was just full of tricks, wasn't she?
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Two minutes–
"Mmmmph! Mmmph!"
Zatanna had enough. It was too much. A cascade of white was falling from the bottom of her lips. She couldn't handle it. She tapped at his rear, begging for mercy. Aaron stared down at her, wincing as his balls clenched.
"Fine…" He stepped back and slowly unsheathed himself from her throat, but did not stop his immense climax. Throb, throb, throb. Zatanna coughed and gagged as he slid out and used both her hands in order to drag his thick shaft out.
Pop!
When he did, he came all over her face. Coughing, hand on her throat, his first few blasts of cum landed on her hair. She gulped great lungfuls of the kitchen air, wanting to escape the musk that her nose had been drowned in. Her recovery time was supernatural though and she quickly turned her head back to the surging cockhead. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Head pointed up, eyes closed, and arms accentuating her breasts, she looked gorgeous. Submissive. Obedient.
Four long, thick streaks of his white baby batter dragged from her brow to her chin. Four stripes. Her eyes closed, she waited for another. Nothing.
She opened an eye. Liquid cum dribbled from his tip like a leaky pipe. Her throat struggled to speak as it had been utterly choked up in raw meat.
And yet…
Aaron smirked.
She was drenched. Soaked. Her little leotard couldn't stop it. It was like a torrent between her legs and a pool had certainly been pooled together. Her hand pressed on her clit through the fabric. She exhaled sharply.
"Not even the great cauldrons of magic could release this much." Her mutter was immediately followed by another taste of his cum. A swift flick and dip. She moaned and shuddered. "Mmm… amazing. Is it because you're a chef?"
'Ha, she's so drunk on my cock that she doesn't even suspect the abnormality of my load.'
"Something like that."
"Mmm." Zatanna took another dash of sperm from her own face. A hearty exhale left her. Seeing her face doused in his nut, he was tempted to snap his fingers and make it disappear. Luckily, Zatanna already had it covered. "Naelc em!"
Just like that, it was gone. Her features were now spotless and as serene as he saw her on that show. Even her tears and misaligned makeup was fixed. Gone.
It was like his spunk had never been there. Like he hadn't facialed her. Interesting. Seeing her magic up close, without the occasional switch between stage magic, he was starting to understand its principles. Her reality warping stemmed from the scraps of creation, like the random errors in computer code, and she spoke backwards in order to emphasize its meaning to herself–to be able to summon up the mana inside her and in the world with unperturbed focus.
Her large, bountiful titties distracted him from further analysis. She stood up, smirking, sat on top of his shaft, her ass rubbing it as it throbbed and curved upwards, and wrapped her arms around him. "I've never done anything like that. Are you sure you aren't casting a spell on me?"
"I promise you, if you were under a spell, you would know."
A deep kiss ensued. She tasted so fucking good. She might have described him as strawberries but she was like fresh caramel. Perhaps it was because what he served her or perhaps it was her natural musk. Regardless, it was addicting. Her tits pressed his shirt.
Pulling back for an instant, Zatanna muttered, "Pirts sih sehtolc."
Air tickled his chest and back. He glanced down. His shirt and undershirt were gone. For a moment, he wondered where they had gone before being crudely interrupted by a kiss.
"Such muscles," Zatanna teased, her hands sliding up and down his shoulders. "Not too buff, not too skinny. I love it."
"Thanks…"
He couldn't wait any longer. These kisses, these flirty exchanges, they weren't enough. His shaft was ready to burst. His massive slab of meat couldn't stand to rub between her ass for much longer. Firmly gripping her booty, slapping it, Zatanna got the message.
Seductively, she pulled herself off of him and then walked back towards the kitchen table. She smirked, turned, placed her hands on the table, and stuck out her stocking-covered, heart-shaped ass cheeks. To say it was juicy and thicc wouldn't be enough. There was so much more to it. Approaching her bent over figure and slamming his shaft on top of her rear, his hands wandered and groped. Explored and experimented.
"Better than it looks?" Zatanna asked.
"Way better," Aaron replied, giving it a spank. She bit down a moan. Another spank. She suppressed her voice again. The recoil was just…mesmerizing. He wanted to see her ass bounce and jiggle from the force of his hands, so he did it again. This time, Zatanna moaned. Her jiggly ass recoiled but eventually stilled.
'It's so fucking soft. Good god.' Many of the women he fucked had a level of firmness due to their training. Their glutes had to be tough and solid to an extent. But Zatanna? She was a magician. She did the bare-minimum in terms of exercise. If there was an ass comparable to hers, it would be Vicki Vale's, except Zatanna's was further highlighted by her fishnet stockings and leotard.
Aaron did what every man in the world wanted to do. He ripped her stockings and created a hole. With two fingers, he picked up the strip of fabric that was her leotard and stretched it back till it snapped.
"Mmmm…" Zatanna could feel the rush of cool air on her pussy and the immediate presence of his cock. The heat, the pre-cum, it intermingled with her natural honey. She looked back at him, grinning. "I can feel it…your big fat cock is just waiting to ram into me."
His member pulsated like a madman. Veins highlighting across the length. Her kisses and red lipstick had left marks of their own. His pre-cum as much as her juicy cunt. After one last slap to her bouncy ass, he decided to penetrate her. Show her heaven. Zatanna seemed eager and cooed him on. She did mot give a fuck that her carefully selected wardrobe had been ripped and snapped.
'Ha. I bet she wanted someone to fuck her in costume. Looks like she knows she drives men crazy, huh?'
He could see her wincing as she felt the sheer width of his member. Her pussylips struggled to accommodate him due to its inexperience with such size. She clipped down her mouth and her grip on the table turned her knuckles paper white.
One inch, two inches…
"G-god! S-so thick…" Zatanna's moans were accompanied by a tight clenching. All her life, her pussy had been adjusted to ordinary penises. This…
"...is much different!" Her back suddenly arched as she gasped. Five inches. The supposed average, but due to his absurd thickness it felt like three dicks. Then there was the pulsing. Her pussylips felt like they were melting from the heat and vibrations.
Her boobs dangled from her chest. Aaron wished he could just jam his dick inside her, place his weight on top of her, and grope those wonderful mounds of flesh. He couldn't. He went slow. The journey to nirvana was gradual. Tender.
Her moans were quiet and stifled. She had her pride, he supposed. In his head, he counted the inches. Seven, eight, nine…
"Ha….ha…."
She was clamping down on him hard, not to mention oozing lewd juices. She hadn't orgasmed yet, a testament to her willpower. She refused to climax until he was sheathed inside her.
Respectable.
Unfortunately, Aaron had run out of patience. This pace wasn't to his liking. He wanted it rough and hard. He wanted her to know why he had ripped those fucking stockings.
"I am going to show you real magic," Aaron proclaimed. Zatanna gasped for air and looked back in time as he grabbed her side. Her eyes went wide but rather than fear and panic he saw a thrill in her. She wanted this and she wanted this bad.
CLAP!
In one swift, impatient thrust, the entirety of his cock entered her. All thirteen and a half inches, all that girth, all that length, all that thickness. In an instant, his pelvis clapped her booty. His balls flung forward. At once, all her built-up orgasms came crashing on her.
She spasmed. She moaned. She screamed. She cried. So much ecstasy, so much joy, jubilation, and euphoria. She couldn't understand. Zatanna, the Sorceress Supreme of Earth, could not understand how a mere rod could bring her to such realms.
Aaron didn't move an inch either. He stayed, the weight and heat of his cock remaining deep inside her. He was parked and ready to flood her womb if necessary. He didn't. He waited. Her walls were coaxing him insanely, not knowing what exactly had penetrated them.
It took a long, long while for her to recover. Four, no, six minutes. It was like she had been hit by a shotgun of love. Her head hung down, her lips letting out an incomprehensible set of words.
"Eeggib naht Auhsoj dna Nhoj rehtegot...os hcum reggib...kciht...kcoc...evol...detcidda...muc! Gnimmuc! Gnnnimmmuc!"
He moved. His hips rocked back, pulling away three or four inches from her womb, and Zatanna gasped like a lady in heat. Full of desperation and want, she needed him back inside. Her walls tightened, not wanting him to escape. Aaron smiled. This was it. He had her.
Clap!
He slammed back inside. Another intense orgasm overtook her body. It was a miracle she was holding onto the table.
"kcoc...gnizama...brepus...os hcum...repeed...Nhoj, Auhsoj...eht tsetaerg…kcoc...Noraa...Noraaa...Nooraaaaa...!"
'Who the fuck is Nora?' His face scrunched up. 'Wait, no…that's my name backwards. Huh.'
Clap!
Another. Her stockings did not lessen the echoes in the slightest.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!
He picked up the pace. Less space between thrusts. Less time to recover. Slobber started to hang from her lips. With every thrust, with every clap, with every orgasm, she moaned louder and louder. The Wayne Manor was practically filled to the brim with her voice. It could not escape. Halls were echoing.
Aaron didn't stop. He rocked back and forth, back and forth, clapping her cheeks like a wild animal. A predator works its magic on its prey. Zatanna's tongue flopped out. Her tits were shaking left and right, up and down. Bouncing like an overstimulated whore.
He went in deep–so deep that her legs buckled down. He decided she needed support, otherwise she wouldn't last. He placed his body on top of hers, lips close to her ears, her long hair prickling his skin, His hands cupped a handful of her breasts and could feel some of the soft flesh escaping his grasp.
It was amazing. His hips thrusted in and out, unable to slide in too many inches due to their positions, but enough to hear her moans up close. "You're such a bad girl," Aaron whispered into her ears. "A Justice League member, the world's greatest magician…a mere whore for my cock. How does it feel?"
Gasp. Orgasm. Whimper.
"S-so good…" she muttered, her voice shaking. Tears trailed down her cheek. Her makeup was beginning to undo itself again, smearing her gorgeous features. "So much better than…than…anything…"
Aaron liked watching her act desperate. She was a celebrity and a woman he had admittedly jerked off to in the past. But now? Now she was puddy in his hands. A moldable pussy sleeve. He pinched her pink nipples. Her moans were as delightful as her magic tricks. It captured his eyes and ears in ways most things in the world couldn't.
His balls slapped her. In and out, he rapidly fucked her. The position should have drained his stamina but Aaron was the Chosen One. He had stamina in spades.
He demolished her pussy. He owned it.
"Goodness…! God! God~! I….I've never cum like thiiiissss~!"
In porn, Aaron had seen the fake sex tapes of Zatanna. A dumb, big-titty bitch throwing on a bimbo costume and pretending to imitate her lovely voice. It was always cartoonishly bad and boring. Flawless and dumb. Reality, however, was different. Zatanna moaned and creamed like any woman. She wasn't as calm and regal as the dreamers suspected.
Her voluptuous body was weak and zoned in and out of heaven. Every kiss to the womb caused her to reconsider her future.
Over ten minutes of orgasms later, Zatanna was nearing the end of her limits. She could barely catch her breath. Her cheeks were red and her arms were slipping from the table. If Aaron wasn't holding her up by the tits, she would have fallen.
Yet…in those gorgeous cyan eyes of hers…she wanted more. Aaron smirked and whispered in her ear again.
"You want to see a magical spell of mine?"
Her eyes fluttered open. Adrenaline pumped through veins. A rush of excitement and anticipation. Her pupils glowed with life, ready for it. For the single most greatest in her life.
A creampie.
Aaron didn't need to explain. He didn't need to speak. Throbbing inside her womb, his tip thickening, he dumped a load inside her. Deep, deep in her, he spurted out globs of cum. Her core felt weak. It felt like it was melting.
Zatanna loved it.
It was nothing like the five meek lines of jizz from John or her other boyfriends. This…this was a creampie straight from the heavens. A reality-mending ejaculation. Her body shivered. It convulsed. It came.
Her walls were coaxing him tightly, hoping for the load to continue forever. For a while, it seemed that way. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. He came and came, the veins on his shaft carving into her walls. That was how tight Zatana was–she could feel the subtle throbs going alongside his length.
Something inside her shifted as she felt the warm, thick, and vicious cum overtook her womb. It was like….everything was complete. She didn't need to speak. She didn't moan. She just needed to close her eyes and accept it. The volume exceeded every creampie in her past combined.
It was…
"Aaarooonn…."
…godly.
His sigh accompanied the climax. A pleasant, low mutter that showed his own satisfaction. She relished in its sound. She was addicted to it.
If only Zatanna could stay awake…
In his arms, she collapsed. Her legs numb and her pussy destroyed. He couldn't blame her. Clearly, he had fucked her better than all her years of magic and training.
It was short. It was sweet. She lasted a single round.
But it was Zatanna Zatara he creampied. Who cared? Aaron certainly didn't. The aftershocks, the post-nut throbs, he could say for certain this was one of his best fucks. Perhaps not the longest, but definitely high in quality.
He remained draped over her, hands gently fondling her tits. His cock was a plug in her pussy and contained the torrent of cum waiting to be unleashed.
***
Raven hair cascading close to his erect, soft yet firm lips peppering kisses across his shaft, and then licking his glans. His cock was stamped in red lipstick.
Zatanna Zatara was quite the woman. Aaron had no complaints.
Their session in the kitchen was over. Using his limited magic to get rid of the cum and smell, he dragged her to his guest room. The manor had over two dozen rooms and as chef he was granted one. Located on the ground floor, adjacent to the main kitchen, it was a spacious and well-lit room with large windows overlooking the beautiful gardens. The room was equipped with state-of-the-art cooking appliances, ample counter space, and a large dining area for tasting and presentation.
Ample space was dedicated to a well-equipped cooking area, complete with a professional-grade stove, a spacious countertop, and an array of culinary tools. It was a haven where the chef could indulge their passion for creating delectable dishes while feeling right at home in the heart of Wayne Manor. A comfortable bed was tucked in one corner where he lay with Zatanna. She was busy sucking his dick as he drove his fingers through her scalp and hair. His discarded clothes were off to the side, including his phone. She had made them reappear with her magic with everything in tact.
Suddenly wanting to tease him, she slapped his big fat cock against her cheek, grinning. "You might be bigger than all my ex boyfriends combined, you know?"
Zatanna felt like she could pop a golf ball in her pussy and feel absolutely nothing in her walls. It was like magic–except it wasn't. It was merely the raw thickness of his dong.
"Please don't exaggerate," Aaron replied, chuckling. "Plus, I don't like to compare my size with others."
"Why, because you're bigger?" Zatanna asked, eyebrows wagging. "You should be proud, not ashamed. I know one of my exes would not shut up about it if he packed this much heat."
"No, I just think it's reductive. There's a lot of great things about me besides my dick. It's the same with other men."
"Mm. Fair enough." She planted a lipstick painted kiss on the side of his shaft. Aaron shuddered. She was unexpectedly skilled at this. He expected much from her but oral? It was a welcoming surprise.
Then she paused.
"Are you dating anyone?"
Suddenly, her pristine eyes were locked with his, swarming with unbridled emotion. Was it lust? Love? He couldn't tell. There was some kind of conflicting attraction in her.
"I'm not," Aaron admitted. "Are you…?"
"No, no, no, um…" Zatanna blushed. Seeing her blush with her tits out and her flushing cheeks next to his shaft was strange. "I have another show in Gotham. I don't take dates because, you know, rumours but I wouldn't mind with you."
He was sitting upright and she lay between his legs, tits squished and her heart-shaped ass like a mountain across her figure. He leaned forward and gave it a mean slap. The jiggle was hypnotizing as was her little moan.
"W-what?" Zatanna asked, giggling. She knew what she was saying.
"You just want me to fuck and feed you between shows."
"N-no, I don't do that." She pulled herself up and crossed her arms under her sizable bust. "I'm not…I don't whore around. What happened in the kitchen was…an exception. I really do want to get to know you, Aaron."
His cock became as straight as the north arrow. Zatanna giggled as she saw pre-cum spewing out.
"And of course get used to this big guy." Her hands stroked him enticingly. He bit back a groan.
"I…" Aaron took a deep breath. "Sorry, I don't have time. I have a daughter and I also have other responsibilities."
"I see." Her features softened. Her strokes didn't. "Maybe I can convince you."
"I doubt it," Aaron replied challengingly.
"Oh." A sexy brow was raised. Zatanna accepted the challenge. "Muc drah!"
Magic. She expected him to cum on the spot. He didn't. Zatanna glanced at his erection in confusion.
"A-are your balls empty or something?" Zatanna asked, blinking. "This….usually works."
'It must be because of my Chosen One powers. I adapted to your powers and now magic can only work if I allow it. In this case, I rejected your spell.'
"It's because you were too vague." He pushed Zatanna on her back and fiercely made out with her. She seemed to forget the little hiccup in her magic as he pulled away. Her eyes were lidded and hazy. Lost, wet, and thirsty for the throbbing cock poking her stomach. "You'll be the one to cum hard, Mistress of Magic."
The door was shut and the cameras were already disabled courtesy of Zatanna's spell. However, there was always the chance of someone walking in. Therefore, to maximize pleasure and the possibility of getting caught, Aaron would fuck her for an hour.
For Zatanna, that hour felt like seven nights of the most intense sex of her existence. With her magic, she fixed her attire and healed herself, yet she still walked away with a limp in her leg and a heavy load in her womb. Down in the cave, when Batman pointed out her exhaustion, Zatanna explained she had overexerted herself in a ritual searching for the Chosen One. The Batman likely noticed the excuse and didn't comment. Sex was sex after all. With who, he didn't know.
'Super hearing. Such a convenient power,' Aaron thought to himself while chilling in his new room. Batman had installed a lot of anti-super hearing devices but none could detect or stop the Chosen One.
As for Zatanna, he didn't need to hypnotize her because frankly he didn't need her. Her powers wouldn't improve the odds in his grand plan. Plus, there was the chance Batman would see through it. He was the World's Greatest Detective for a reason. It was why he limited the number of people he hypnotized–he couldn't risk Batman discovering that it was his doing.
Selina was an exception because she was the Bat's weakness. He couldn't think properly when it came to her.
He did have Zatanna's number though. If he ever decided to change his mind, if he ever needed her expertise, he could get it anytime he liked. He had gotten her hooked on his cock. She would scurry to him like a hungry dog if he texted her.
The first stage of his plan was officially complete. He had gathered enough reliable and malleable allies, hypnotized and unhypnotized. Each specializing in a useful aspect of life and each loyal in his cause to change Gotham City. It was time for stage two.
Overall, not bad for the first day of work.