37 Confession // Cassandra Cain

Gotham Elementary School was a modern three-story building with large glass windows that reflected the morning sunlight. The school grounds were buzzing with students. Chloe stepped out of the taxi dressed in a trendy denim jacket, a colourful graphic T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. She bounced from foot to foot, anxious.

Chloe glanced back at him and mouthed, "Bye."

The bell rang. It was time.

Aaron rolled the window down and gave a goodbye wave. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration as he watched Chloe navigate through the sea of students, blending seamlessly into the diverse tapestry of Gotham School. This was officially her second week of school. It was the end of February, the end of the month of love.

His phone buzzed. The taxi driver asked where to go next.

"My house," Aaron answered, supplying him with his address. He checked his notifications and saw that it was an unknown contact.

'So today is the day.'

Aaron had been waiting for this day. The day when he and Cassandra would settle…whatever it was that was between them. He had promised himself they would talk. After what happened with Barbara at the Hedonist Society, however, she had been avoiding him. Everytime he asked to talk, she ducked away and muttered an excuse about an upcoming mission.

Not today. Today was the day.

> ?: Cassandra Cain

> ?: Come home.

The fact that the illiterate Cassandra sent this spoke volumes about its significance. He told the taxi driver to go to his address as quickly as possible. As much as he wanted to teleport there, he couldn't do it while sitting inside the taxi. It would raise unnecessary attention. Plus, this wasn't an emergency…right?

'I should just buy my own car.' He had a driver's licence, though it was set to expire in a year. 'Maybe I should get one of his new WayneTech cars…'

The world answered his calls as the taxi driver turned on the radio. The obnoxious commentary of Jack Ryder rose over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have an exciting announcement for all car enthusiasts out there! Today, we bring you a sneak peek into the latest masterpiece from WayneTech Automotive, the highly anticipated Mirage X500. The city is buzzing with anticipation as this luxury sedan prepares to make its grand debut. With its cutting-edge design, advanced technology, and unparalleled performance, the Mirage X500 is set to redefine the standards of automotive excellence. Stay tuned as we take you on an exclusive journey into the world of WayneTech Automotive and discover the marvels that await in the Mirage X500. Get ready to be captivated by the fusion of elegance, innovation, and sheer driving pleasure. The wait is over, folks. The Mirage X500 is here to make a statement on the roads of Gotham City!"

'Well, if Jack Ryder of all people is excited for it, maybe Luke Fox has outdone himself.'

Jack Ryder was arguably the most controversial talk show host in Gotham. Always raving on about Batman and Bruce, always throwing out conspiracy theories and weakly connected stories. He was the antithesis to Vicki Vale.

Yet here he was, praising the new WayneTech automobile. Intriguing.

"The Mirage X500 is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including a cutting-edge holographic heads-up display, an advanced self-driving system, and a powerful electric engine that delivers a smooth and efficient ride." Jack Ryder cleared his throat, clearly too eager. "Of course, safety is of utmost importance in the Mirage X500, with an array of advanced features such as adaptive cruise control, blind-spot monitoring, and automatic emergency braking. The vehicle's cutting-edge security system ensures peace of mind, protecting both the car and its occupants."

Now that got Aaron's attention. Safety features like those could really bring some relief to him when he was travelling with Chloe. After all, Aaron himself could teleport. It was Chloe he was concerned about. She was in some ways his only weak point.

'I could also get Luke Fox to customize and turn it into a mini Batmobile. Now that would be badass.'

Jack Ryder yammered on and on until he finally revealed the most anticipated part. "The Mirage X500, the pinnacle of luxury and performance, comes with a price tag of $150,000–"

Aaron blinked. That…should have been a lot but it wasn't. Not anymore.

The young man looked out the window and smiled. The gothic architecture of the city was a blur. The sun was rising higher and higher and illuminated the city in its light. The future looked bright.

***

"Hi."

"Hey."

Aaron and Cassandra. At the end of the day, no matter who he fucked, it started and ended with her. They were sitting beside each other and staring at the blank television. What caught Aaron off guard was her wardrobe choice. It was new. Fresh. Unexpected.

Sexy.

Cassandra Cain was adorned in a flowing sundress that danced with every movement. The delicate fabric, kissed by the sun's golden rays, wrapped around her slender form, accentuating her lithe physique. The soft, airy skirt gracefully swirled around her legs, revealing glimpses of her nimble footwork. Sitting beside him with a blank face, Cassandra was a vision of effortless beauty.

All of a sudden, he imagined her sucking him off in that sundress, her dainty hands grasping at the bed sheets to anchor herself.

He swallowed, burned the image in his head, and shelved it away.

"So, um…" Aaron side-glanced her. "What's up?"

Cassandra's hands were on her thighs. She stared at her feet hard and with full concentration. She didn't speak. Neither did Aaron. He knew her well enough that she was gathering her thoughts.

She shifted. Her head fell on his shoulder. She was six inches shorter so she couldn't perfectly align her head onto his shoulder. Aaron didn't care. Simply feeling her hair was marvellous enough.

"You fucked Barbara."

Aaron anticipated her to just blurt it out. Cassandra was never one to shy away from conversations. Nevertheless, he didn't know how to reply. He thought so deeply on what to say. He swallowed and–

"I liked it."

"...huh?"

His head turned. Cassandra, still on his shoulder, was blushing.

"I…I liked watching it," she said in a whisper, looking ahead, refusing to make eye-contact. "I…I used to watch Tim and Stephanie back in college. Um…it was…hot."

Hot. Watching her best friends was hot? Fucking Barbara Gordon, her teacher, was…hot? He swallowed audibly, his throat constricting with a gulp.

"Really? You…liked watching me with another woman?" He chose his words carefully. No vulgarity, no judgement–Aaron wanted to be supportive and cautious.

"I…" Cassandra trailed off. Finally, she looked up at him, her narrow eyes dancing with affection. Her mind was in great turmoil. She was frozen as she stared into his eyes. Her humble brown pupils to his dull grey.

"I love you."

Three words. Three syllables. As the weight of her words settled upon Aaron, his heart trembled with anticipation and vulnerability. He felt a rush of emotions swirling inside him, threatening to overflow like a dam about to burst.

Three words. So little was spoken yet it seemed to resonate within him like nothing else in his life. At that moment, Aaron Reigner realized that her confession mirrored his own unspoken emotions. The thoughts he kept locked in his heart. The thoughts the Chosen One had been thinking of from the moment he saw her eat his breakfast.

"I…" Aaron struggled to speak. It was right there on the tip of his tongue. He just needed to say it–

"...I love you too."

There it was. Finally, after months of lingering feelings and love, the words came from his lips. The pair inched closer and delved into a kiss. It was so much different than any he had experienced in his life. There was no lust, no animalistic desire, there was…love. Pure love devoid of physicality. Their lips were slow and gentle, stopping and aching themselves of one another.

They parted, lips an inch away. "I love you," Cassandra repeated in a husky whisper. "I love you so much. I love seeing you do anything. I loved realizing that you're mine."

He inched away from her, listening. He couldn't tear his gaze from her eyes, which were suddenly glowering in devotion.

"That day in the club…I realized I loved showing you off. Showing how much better you are. You're perfect. So perfect…"

Her arms twitched. Aaron thought she would jump right then and there but she steadied herself. He himself was struggling to control his urges. The steamy atmosphere was sending goosebumps down his spine and blood down to his nether regions.

"I can see your intentions," Cassandra continued. "I know you like it too. Your cock is so much bigger and better. It's so, so much…I don't think I can handle it."

"That's…that's not true," Aaron replied, breathing lightly. "You can. I–"

"I can't. Not anymore. That day with Barbara, I saw how much you improved. I saw how amazing you are. Mmmh. I wish I could keep you to myself but I can't. I just can't. And part of me doesn't want to either. Part of me wants to unleash you on Stephanie, Barbara, and…and…" Cassandra stopped. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes. "...I'm so messed up, aren't I?"

"Of course not." To ease the tension, to temporarily soothe the horror in her cords, he put on a joking smile. "Okay, maybe a little when you're eating."

She giggled. The tears subsided like they were never there. The comfort she gained from his words was monumental. She wasn't submissive, she just loved him that much. The distance between them widened. Their eyes, however, remained transfixed.

"I…I love you too much to lose you. I want you to pick me over everyone else at the end of the day. I want you to fuck me when everything else is said and done." A light spawned in the brown of her eyes. "Breed me. I want you to breed me. I want you to be your first. That's how I want you to prove your love for me. Breed me."

There it was, the animalistic growl he expected from a woman seeking his cock. But coming from Cassandra…fuck, it was a stimulation that couldn't be described. He felt swollen in his pants and his heart.

"You…want me to impregnate you?"

She nodded. No words. Only her eyes and head spoke.

"Are you sure? There's no going back when I impregnate you. It'll be nine months of intense labour–"

Aaron stopped himself. He could see Cassandra's resolve. She had settled on this a long time ago. Weeks…months…

She wanted Aaron to be the father of her child–of her children.

So did Aaron. If there was anyone in the world deserving to be his Chosen Bride, it was Cassandra Cain.

"I am going to pump with triplets," Aaron declared. "I'm going to flood your womb, do you understand, Cass?"

A hungry lick of the lips. "Yes."

She leapt into his lap, faces mashed and lips eagerly eating each other out. Their lips collided again again with an intensity that sparked a fiery surge of passion. The forceful meeting of mouths, accompanied by a desperate hunger, conveyed a raw and primal desire, leaving them both breathless and yearning for more.

A massive bulge was protruding from between his legs. With a single hand, Cassandra stroked the caged beast. Her nose touched his, her tongue lapping at his lips. So close yet so far…

"Bed," Cassandra huffed out. "Now."

His hands hitched up her sundress and used it to grope her ass. No panties. No space between him and her cunt. She had purposely worn this innocent dress in order to get fucked. Then, while deeply grasping her strong, firm ass cheeks, he picked her up. Her legs locked him in place and rose alongside him.

"You're mine," Aaron said, his hands dangerously close to the crease of her pussy. His thumb brushed her labia. She shivered in his arms and nodded obediently.

"I'm yours…"

Kisses and hickeys were planted from the living room all the way to his bed. Not once did Cassandra's feet touch the floor. When he tossed her on the bed, she immediately spread her legs. Aaron unzipped his pants and let his hard cock spring out. His erection looked like it was struggling to contain its load. The veins coursing through the fuckmeat were bulging like never before.

It was the first time it was instructed to breed–to mate and impregnate. To fully commit to its primal role without reservation.

'Fuck Talia's ritual. A summer dress is the best way to procreate.' He panted. The saliva in his mouth was building up. His pants hurt from the constriction. 'Fuck, have I ever been this horny?'

Cassandra's eyes seem so fucking eager to take his thirteen and a half inch monster. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"

It was as if the spirit of her mother, Lady Shiva, took over. Cassandra started to use her feet to jerk him off, her toes carefully curling and massaging his greedy little veins. She might not have been on the same level as her mother (yet) but the love and tenderness of her footjob…

"Ha…you really are the best, Cass. You're just…" His fat member throbbed. Pre-cum dropped to the floor. "Fucking awesome."

The calm, cool, and collected Aaron Reigner was gone. The Chosen One was gone. Right now, there was only a male looking to plunge penis inside a hole.

So how did Aaron choose to impregnate her? Mating press.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

"Aaron! Aaron~! Fuck me! Fuck meee! More, more, more! Harder, harder, harder! Yes! Yes! Yesyesyes! Yes~! Ahn! Fuck me as hard as you can! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Mating press, mating press, mating press.

"You're so fucking tight, Cassandra!" Aaron grit his teeth. Not even fucking Superman could pull him from this phenomenal, tightening pussy. "Fuck, it feels amazing!"

His hips slammed down on her over and over again. Rapid taps to her womb, reaching deep, deep inside. He wanted her to feel him becoming one with her. He wanted their hearts to be together as they fucked.

"Love! Love it! Keep! Fucking! Like! Thaaaat~!" From the moment he penetrated her and spread her cunt, she was moaning like an animal in heat. Her cunt was slopping wet and refusing to let go of him. "Fuck me! Right there! Don't stop! Don't stop! Breed! Breed! Breed me! BREED MEEE~!"

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Aaron came closer and closer to completion. He wanted it. He wanted to creampie, time be damned. He wanted his essence to be in her innermost parts and impregnate her. Harder, harder, faster, faster–his balls swung against her ass. The bed–

Creeaaaaaaaak!

–started to break under the break under their primal lust. Aaron didn't care. He could repair it with his magic. Their eyes were so close and their mouths were using each other to breathe. They were glued together like a single entity, a ceremony of a coupling.

"My womb is yours! Everything is yours! I love you so much! So, so much! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her chants twisted and descended into utter insanity. "I want your cum deep inside me! Cum deep inside me! Breed me! Mother! Make me a mother! BREED! BREED!"

Her calls weren't going unnoticed. Deep inside her, he throbbed threateningly. He was on the cusp of orgasm. He just needed one more push…

"I'm so close, Cass! So close!"

It was everything Aaron hoped it would be. Her odour was reminiscent of freshly bloomed flowers after a summer rain. Earthy and sweet. Delicious. His nose was practically engulfing her odour, the same way she was.

SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP!

Hot, balls-slapping sex. Cassandra's nails racked down his back. A deep, agonizing show of gratification. Rapid and lively.

Then her arms went limp.

It didn't matter. Going balls-deep, exposing himself completely for the sake of raw animalistic breeding. Fucking deeper than he ever had before–

"I'm cumming!"

Until the announcement was made. Cassandra's eyes went wide before melting in anticipation. She could feel. Her womb was welcoming his sperm. All that thickness, all that volume, all that lively sperm…

"Oooooh~! That's it! That's it! I want every last drop! Thank you, Aaron! Thank you!"

…all for Cassandra to take. There was only one thought running through Aaron's mind as he throbbed, spurted, and shot his hefty load.

'Impregnant, impregnant, impregnant…!'

The mating press was maintained. He didn't thrust, he simply released himself inside her. However, the volume was too much and despite acting as a plug he could feel it trickling from her cunt. Her walls were painted white. Her womb was swimming with his baby batter. It was only a matter of choosing which.

Three. They decided on three so they would create three.

After that…

"I love you…"

…it was passion and love only. No breeding, no primal fucking, only kisses, and sighs. Aaron lifted his weight off of her and witnessed her drenched sundress form. She was so fucking sweaty that he could see her nipples poking through. It was erotic. Her short hair was in a mess.

Aaron leaned down, planted a kiss on her forehead, and started thrusting. It was affectionate and deep. Rather than a mating, this was lovemaking. Aaron would go down, kiss her on the lips, trace his hands on her tits, but never go harder. The domination, the submission–it wasn't there. There was solely love. An interconnection of souls.

His member throbbed from time to time, a reminder that there was the potential for another creampie. For the next hour, however, Aaron never took it that far. He never allowed himself to reach completion, despite Cassandra wracking up what must have been a hundred.

Her tunnel was wet and gaping. It belonged to him. No, perhaps, it would be accurate to say they belonged to each other. Her cunt was snug with his cock inside. A perfect fit.

"Love you," Cassandra parroted. "Love you so much."

She tried to get up. She couldn't. There was so much precious cum in her womb that her waist felt numb. Smiling, he went down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Me too, Cass," Aaron replied, eyes softening, his member thrusting oh-so subtly. "Me too."

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Hours passed. He had taken it slow and gentle with her. He was loving with her. He touched her tenderly and without the aggression of a manwhore. Yet after the mating press, it was like all the stamina in her body was zapped. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he fucked her brains out.

She was….unconscious.

He had fucked Cassandra Cain, his so-called equal, unconscious.

But his erection wouldn't go away. Despite the orgasm and the copious amount of cum he released, he stayed hard. Bobbing slightly, unfazed by the hours upon hours of addicting sex.

"Cassandra…she was right…" Aaron trailed off. No, he had known this truth since he fused with Manhunter. "My libido is…fuck…"

How many women would it take? Ten? Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?

This was concerning yet…he couldn't but feel a little thrilled. Cassandra wanted him to explore her limits. In fact, she had been the one to snap him into testing them. As a secret superpowered civilian for twenty-fives, he had never pushed himself, not until he had met Cassandra. And now he was breaking those barriers.

'Don't get arrogant,' he told himself. 'Just…test yourself. That's it. I still love Cass after all. I should make a decision after talking it out with her.'

He cautiously extracted himself out. Each inch was smothered in Batgirl's fluids. He exhaled precariously as he finally disconnected from her. Her entrance was completely stretched, the poor little pussy ruined as could be, and overflowing with his cum. Like thick frost, the white avalanche calmly spilled out. After so many hours and days of raw fuckery, after everything they had been through, her walls were so fucking spread that nothing less than a fist could stretch her walls. He winced and tried to cover himself up.

Unfortunately, his foot-long-plus cock was not so easily tamed. The sight of his beautifully creampied lover lying on his bed was enough to keep him aroused. Though his mind was telling him to leave her, to find another bitch to fuck, his cock was saying otherwise.

'...and after she wakes up.'

After all, no matter how horny he was, this was a monumental moment. For the first time in his life, he had impregnated a woman. Chloe was going to have some siblings. Ideally, three of them.