Intensity // Fivesome

The light of the sun cracked into the room and warmth flooded in. Inside was Selina Kyle, a sharp-eyed beauty thief, on her knees on the bed, waiting for the commands of her big-dick lover. His cock loomed over her and she could only. Stare, stare, stare, as her body was restrained by her own whip.

Rope bondage was arguably her craziest kink. Selina loved the feeling of vulnerability–of reliance upon another person. Her specially made whip wasn't made simply for combat. No, no, it could also be used for something like this. The black leather tightened against her uncomfortably, criss-crossing across her body and holding her arms back and together.

Her breasts were emphasized as the long whip wrapped around its shape, under and over. Her supple stomach and shoulders were taut and soft from the way she was forced to sit upright. Her feet and arms and thighs were bound as well. She could lift her upper body a little but not much else. She could not do it unless her master encouraged her and held her hand. Used his great strength to heave her up.

Selina's heart was slamming against her ribcage. Despite the hours of sex, the number of creampies, she hadn't seen his face. The masked stallion, a mere stranger, was her master. Her saviour. She didn't know why but her mind accepted it as fact and secretly she knew she was warped beyond recognition. Bruce, Kate, no one had ever treated her like this. Degraded, fucked, and yet still wanting more.

Her eyes were foggy as she raised her head as far as she could, her tongue tapping the underside of his bulbous head. The light beige crown was so thick and tempting, wet and wanting to be jacked off, that she resisted with all her might. She wanted to break out of these restrictions. She wanted to touch his cock, have her face smeared by him. But the whip was tightened in all the right places and she could only lean so forward until she fell on her side.

"Aww, is this the best you can do?" cooed Jaina Hudon.

"How disappointing," her counterpart White Rabbit added. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"Looks like we'll be the ones to taste this cock…"

"Sorry, Catwoman…!"

Since they were in the neighbourhood and he needed to refuel the hypnosis, he called over Jaina and White Rabbit too. Diffused, the two naked women raked up his thighs and nibbled on his ballsack. To say they were in perfect sync was an understatement. They chose to tease and prod him at the exact opposite regions. When Jaina licked the underside of his left testicle, White Rabbit aimed for the upper region of his right. It was a seamless stream of pleasure that broke Aaron into a series of groans. He stood there, hands tussling through their black and white heads.

"See this," White Rabbit said. "This is how you pleasure a man, Catwoman."

There was a deep sense of competition between the female thieves that Aaron played into. The glowing pink eyes of the rabbit and the chocolaty brown of Jaina bore into Selina, cocky and proud at being by his side, as they then crawled to the end of the thirteen inch dong.

Selina was forced to watch as they sucked on what was supposed to be hers. Trapped, unable to move, arms flat on her thighs as the sister thief played with his dick. Jaina was focused on pumping it from the base and swallowing his nuts. Each was massive and she struggled with it greatly. Meanwhile, White Rabbit was busy deepthroating. Choking, spluttering, coughing as she attempted to go deeper and deeper.

Her throat bulged and she gagged for the tenth time. Lips wet, observing his throbbing cock, White Rabbit said, "You're so big, you know that? Mm, and so tasty too…"

"Cwanth geth enghonk of ygu!" Jaina added while suckling on his left teste. She planted kisses and made sure her lipstick stuck through. They were like markings indicating that those hefty milkers were hers. Selina witnessed the marking whilst still sitting, trapped, roped together. Lips pursed, she wanted to do something. Move, speak, talk, scream, or perhaps finger herself. Yet upon this spectacle, this arousing sight of two sexy, big-titty women and a hot studly man, she couldn't. Her hormones were going wild as her bisexual dreams were fulfilled.

Jaina's caramel complexion, her massive breasts, and the way she was on her knees relishing the kingly baby factory. Then there was White Rabbit who tried and tried and tried to take in the fat thing. Her tongue was long and she was fast–faster than Selina, as much as it pained her to admit it. It was superhuman. It was mesmerizing. Selina couldn't look away.

Aaron couldn't stop groaning.

His incoming orgasm was felt. As Jaina's hand covered his base, she could feel him pulsating and growing warmer. A tremor shot down her body. Watching his reactions brought a strange thrill and her cunt was completely drenched. The same could be said for White Rabbit. She fingered herself as she jerked him off and awaited for the eventual climax.

Like a shotgun, powerful bullets of cum sprayed on White Rabbit. Behind her, Selina continued to watch, mouth trembling. White Rabbit didn't bother to swallow and instead remained in her spot as she stuck her tongue and allowed him to facial her.

Jaina's tongue went alongside the thick veins, encouraging him to release more and more in the most delicate fashion. It worked and his sensitivity doubled and his load thickened.

Once White Rabbit was sure she could taste his cum on her lips, she decided to move Selina forward. She grabbed her arm and pushed the tied woman to her place–a place where she could feel his boisterous cum shots paint her face white.

"Please, please, more–" Selina begged, mouth wide open. Jaina helped aim his cock directly into the back of throat.

By the time he was done, there was no distinguishing the saliva and cum. It was all the same: wet, sticky, and white. A particularly thick gush of white went from the right side of her lip up to the corner of her eyebrow. But there was just so much, it was ridiculous. Aaron had managed to facial two women and turn them unrecognizable.

The door to their motel unit opened. Aaron was the sole individual to turn, as the rest were intoxicated by the smell. It was a woman who immediately scrunched up as she took in the motel scenery: a bathroom near the entrance, two beds up ahead, a dressing table, and a balcony at the very end. Aaron, standing tall on the bed with his erection bobbing up and down; White Rabbit and Selina covered in white baby batter; and Jaina, who was still kissing his feet.

"You're here," Aaron greeted, smiling. "Good to see you, Hadiyah."

She smacked her lips as her eyes wandered up his body, the permeated ladies, and his big dick. Hadiyah swallowed and her legs trembled and her knees knocked each other. Her pussy was going into overdrive simply remembering and seeing his giant member. All the great qualities she loved in a man were directly in front of her: the silent domination, the studly body, and the handsome–

Confusion infected her features as she noticed the plastic mask he was wearing. She ignored the cold trickle running down her pants and asked, "Why did you call me over?"

Her natural indifference clouded the hope in her voice. There were so many beautiful women, so many pretty faces, that Hadiyah didn't seem to understand her role.

Aaron's smile displayed little emotion as he demanded, "Strip. Now."

Gotham's Reigner wasn't needed. His powers were growing stronger with each successful hypnosis. Her baggy black fox eyes held no signs of rebellion as she stripped her cargo pants to her jacket and grey tunic. Her purple hijab, however, stayed on, a tiny reminder that his powers weren't infallible and he could only do so much without Gotham's Reigner.

Aaron didn't mind. Her delicious brown legs and B-cups he came to admire. A slender middle-eastern cock sleeve, all for him–

'Fuck.' He put a hand to his forehead. His powers were immense and perhaps to his detriment. He was losing himself in his biological urge. His mind was changing into raw animalistic corruption. His thick member twitched as Hadiyah sat down in front of him, completing the lineup. The image was sensational. His rational side melted away. 'Fuck, fuck…!'

The foursome had now turned into a fivesome. Hadiyah, Jaina Hudson, White Rabbit, and Selina Kyle. On their knees, waiting for him to deliver judgement and pleasure.

He decided to take off the mask. Selina went wide-eyed.

"Y-you're that man. The handsome one I toured…" she murmured.

He took a step forward and slapped his cock on top of her face. The atmosphere stirred.

"Release her binds and clean yourselves up," Aaron told them. "Then get onto the bed."

Two minutes later, it was chaos.

"Oh~! Oh! Oh! Please! Please~! Ah, you're so deep! Fuck, fuck, you stallion! How can you–! Fuck~♡! You stallion! Oh~♡! Ohhhhh~♡!"

While he gave Selina the best backshots of her life, plowing through her cunt and anal in alternating thrusts, Hadiyah made out with him. Head turned, her hands wrapped around his neck, tongues interlocking. Getting a devout Muslim to french kiss him as he fucked another woman was adrenalizing. He felt his hips move faster as he slammed into the cat burglar.

But the heart-shaped ass wasn't the only one lined up for him. No, as Jaina and White Rabbit were also down on their knees, booties wagging. The three bootylicious women were formed up like a sex doll factory–the picture-perfect fantasy for a straight man.

They had to make do with his fingers, yet moaned and squealed as if they were getting fucked. His two hands worked independently as they flicked their cunts and fiddled with their clits. His breathtaking performance earned him moans and hitched breaths.

"H-ha~! Y-you're…amazing…" Jaina murmured, trembling. Aaron doubled his efforts and she bit her lip as she orgasmed. "I-I'm cumming!"

Her fluids drenched his three fingers. Two seconds later, White Rabbit experienced a similar level of euphoria except she squirted twice as hard. It was something Aaron noticed the last time he fingered them. White Rabbit was slightly more resilient but came a little harder.

Their cunts twitched and writhed around his fingers the same, however.

Aaron couldn't even pull out from Selina as Hadiyah managed to divert his attention with her sheer carnal craving. Her thirst for his saliva wasn't enough and he could sense her body temperature rise with hunger.

"Mmmm…" White Rabbit noticed his brief pause and glanced over her shoulder. Whilst her counterpart was down for a minute or two, she was still ready. "Please, Aaron~♡! Fuck this pink pussy of mine…"

Hadiyah bit the bottom of his lip as he tried to break away from her and answer the rabbit. The hijabi mewled and cupped his chin but he nudged her away with a glare. Aaron was finally able to meet White Rabbit's pink fuck-me eyes and offer a response.

"A minute, rabbit. And Hadiyah? Just watch."

Her right hand–the hand that had been fingering White Rabbit–reached for her hip. Selina's eyes went wide as he grabbed her, pulled half of his length back, and fucking drilled back inside. He hit her deepest regions–a part so deep she didn't even know that it could be touched. Her heart suddenly felt full. She came and moaned.

"Fuuuuuuuck~♡!"

White Rabbit watched Selina's twisted expression, mesmerized.

"Mmh! Mah! Gah~♡! La! Mwah!"

Her spine arched as her face fell down. Her drool pooled together. For White Rabbit, it was fascinating to see the legendary thief, Catwoman, get absolutely obliterated by a cock. Her cunt dripped with envious juices. She couldn't wait for when it was her turn.

"Look at you," White Rabbit said, delighted by the destruction of her rival. "You're a legendary thief. Every woman in Gotham knows your name. Yet here you are, breaking under some regular dick. It's amazing, isn't it?"

Selina didn't respond to her. Instead, she screeched and let herself loose. "Fuck! FUCK! I'M SO CLOSE! FUCK~♡! FUCK–"

It must have been a divine miracle that she came so quickly and with such intensity. And it kept happening, over and over and over again, a chain of pleasure shaking her. Her poor pussy stood no chance against his gargantuan member. It was a mismatch. Considering her experience, it didn't make sense.

Yet the ball-slapping sex insinuated only one explanation.

Aaron was steadying himself with the single hand and capable of fucking better than any man in Gotham. In a heightened state of arousal, he announced to the world, "Goodluck with getting your girlfriend to moan anytime soon, Batman."

"Y-YES!" Selina agreed, her sex-driven mind annihilating the little morality she had left. "YES! BATMAN NEVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS! NEVER, NEVER! NEVER~♡!"

Selina, in spite of her losing consciousness and her sanity, was still hitting it back. Her body moved on instinct like a cat wanting to breed thoroughly. Her hair was wet with sweat and her body glistened. Back arched and barebacking big dick like this? It was simply incredible. She responded to him enthusiastically and matched his refined rhythm through mindless gusto and instincts. Catwoman was his. All his.

Her ass was so high up it was honestly at the absolute perfect elevation for him to plow it. Standing high on his knees, back straight, a single hand gripping her ass cheek as he thrusted and thrusted.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

He continued to pound her until Selina ejaculated and stained the bed for what must have been the tenth time. She was utterly lost. Devoured. She wasn't having sex, she was getting fucked. White Rabbit giggled at the spectacle, finding it amusing and arousing. Selina's large tits swung back and forth as Aaron's balls slapped her. Her scrotum completed the fuckfest like music, slapping her ass nonstop. Eventually, Aaron's member throbbed wildly, ready to unveil her womb with a creamy surprise.

"Yes! Yes! YES! YES~♡!" Selina's shrieks grew like a crescendo. She could feel it in her cunt–the sensation of a male climax. The pre-cum, the throbbing, the heat. "Cum! Cum in me, you stallion~♡!"

Jets of cum reached her womb as he came. His jaw clenched as the pressured sensation overtook his cock. Fuck, it felt so good and he just couldn't stop. Like a fountain, he erupted and caused her womb to overfill. His spunk leaked from the edges of her stretched cunt.

Afterwards, he slapped his cock on her bum and poured the last remaining stream of cum down her back. It spilled down her back muscles to her nape.

Selina–Catwoman–she was gone. Her supposed season of heat was utterly fulfilled by Aaron in this one raw, primal session of rutting. It was like she had been devoured by a predator. She couldn't speak words, only let out small moans and whines. She had never in her life experienced anything remotely as heavenly. Nothing came close. She thought she had trained herself to her limit–breached the ordinary restrictions of a human–yet here she was, creampied and totally exhausted.

Swirling in between consciousness, her sex drive, her deepest, darkest urges, and her common sense, Selina realzied she would never receive this level of joy again. Not with Batman, not with Poison Ivy or Harley Quinn, and certainly not with Valmont or Spark or David Franko or any male vigilante and boyfriend she had hooked up with. No, Aaron was in a realm of his own. No individual in Gotham, man or woman, could possibly rival his level of sexual prowess.

Closing her eyes, perhaps mind controlled, she vowed to see that cock again. She would do anything to see it and feel it in her.

Meanwhile, White Rabbit licked her lips as she watched the spectacle. From the creampie to the shot down her back, she was spell-bound. She analyzed the wisps of emotions in Selina's pretty green eyes with some level of understanding and once she was gone the rabbit raised her voice needily.

"Master," White Rabbit called, "could you–"

White Rabbit lost her voice as he swiftly rammed into her and breached her innermost sensitive zones. She let out a long, deep gasp, and found herself in the same position as Selina. Rear-high, face-down, expression shifting into something straight out of a porno.

Her willpower, her strength, her impressive metahuman powers crumbled the moment he starting fucking her. Her booty was making massive fucking waves. The moment of contact between toned pelvis and fat ass was astonishing. Its impact couldn't be overstated.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

It got loud and sweaty. The moans erupted from White Bunny were shameless, her praises nearly as indigent and unrecognizable. It was like she was speaking another language. But Aaron understood.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck meeee~♡! Breed meeeeeeeee~♡!"

Aaron licked his lips. Sweat went down a fringe of hair. The sweet, sweet feeling of release arrived sooner than expected as he clapped her cheeks. Her figure trembled, her booty forming tsunami-like waves. The pleasure erupting from her vocal chords echoed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck~♡!"

She was reacting like an animal in heat, wanting dick and cum and nothing more. And that was exactly what Aaron was going to give her–more dick and cum.

"You know, I heard it's breeding season for bunnies." He grunted as he doubled his efforts, the fast approaching sensation of a climax pooling in his balls. He felt heavy and potent, like he could impregnate a metahuman with several children. There was a flash of thought–would White Rabbit get pregnant? What would happen when she fused back with Jaina? Did she then get pregnant? So many questions, so little time.

"Breeed meeee~♡! Cum in me! Cum! Cumcumcum! Inside! Inside! Inside me~♡!"

He chuckled. He decided to do as she suggested and creampie her.

What other option was there anyway?

Pushing himself to the hilt, he sighed and stared at the ceiling. Whiteness engulfed his vision as the most relaxing orgasm of his life spread through his body. His knees felt weak and he nearly collapsed on top of her back. He exhaled slowly, as if having held his breath for minutes.

When his eyes went back down, he could see White Rabbit and her warped face, devoid of qualm and reason. It was a simple expression of empty love, desire, and lust, her pink eyes hazy and unreadable, her mouth parted and her cheeks flushed red.

"Cum…cum…your cum…" White Rabbit blabbered on, her insanity and meager willpower mixing. "Aaron…cock…cock…"

White Rabbit was less than human. She was a literal animal wanting cock and cum and nothing else. She was unsalvageable. Her dignity was ruined as was her pussy.

'So much for saying you're better than Selina. Despite your superhuman powers, you lasted half as long as her.' The thought was hilarious but it also confirmed his prior suspicions. Whether the metric was sex or combat, Selina outclassed White Rabbit by leaps and bounds.

Jaina reached out and touched White Rabbit's cheek. Immediately, there was a white glow and White Rabbit's body dissipated into the tip of Jaina's finger. It was magical to watch. Selina had been lodged between them and stirred from the heat. Luckily, she wasn't up just yet. Cum continued to pour out of her.

As for White Rabbit, everything he dumped inside her transferred to Jaina. The Indian woman groaned as she felt a hot load inside her.

Then there were the memories.

Jaina let out a shrill sound as her mouth went agape. "Fuuuuuck~♡! Aaarooon~♡! You're filling me uuuup~♡! You're cumming inside me~♡! My womb~♡! You're breeding meee~♡!"

The memories of the fucking, the creampie–everything was transferred to her. It was phenomenal. It was agonizingly long and satisfying. Whatever ache Jaina had was fulfilled. Simply experiencing Aaron's performance through memories was enough to drive her over the edge. She came and came and came–

"A-Aaron~♡!" Jaina groaned out. Her legs shook and she twisted her head left and right in squeamish pleasure and overbearing ecstasy. "You're too good~♡! Too f-fucking gooood~♡!"

'I'm not even touching her and she's acting like I'm fucking her,' Aaron said to himself, snickering.

The amusing sight was interrupted as Hadiyah, who had been dutifully observing Aaron, captured his lips. She forced his chin to her side and tasted him in the way she licked. Tongue in his cheeks, noses and foreheads touching. Hadiyah was obsessed.

Separating, she begged him, hijab loose, "I need you inside me."

Aaron glanced down at Jaina and Selina, who were reeling from his cock, then back to Hadiyah. Her fuck-me eyes could be less blatant.

There were two beds in the motel room. Aaron wrapped an arm on Hadiyah's waist, then carried and kissed her until the pair were on the other bed.

Flat on her back, face flushed and eyes resolved yet shaky, Hadiyah waited for him to penetrate her. His slab of man meat slapped her stomach. There was a second of intense panting.

Aaron wasn't the biggest fan of missionary. Again, he preferred doggy. Still, this was what Hadiyah wanted and that was what he was going to give. His massive knob spread her pussylips as he entered her. She was fucking tight, easily tighter than Selina and White Rabbit combined. Aaron grit his teeth, his eyes flickering with hidden aggression, as he went deeper and deeper.

"Ah! Oh~♡! Mm~♡! That's good…" Hadiyah said, murmuring. She was quiet but responsive. Her walls clenched him on him like a corkscrew and Aaron found that to be enthralling.

"You're the tight little cunt, aren't you," he said, breathing through his nose. Staring down at her, feeling her squirm write under the length of his dick, it was exhilarating. It made him feel alive. She blinked and wiggled and moaned. Her voice was like silky honey. He didn't dare pick up the pace or rip her scarf off. She was perfect the way she was–with his cock inside her.

"Mm! Mmmh! Yes, yes!" Her moans grew louder. Her breathing picked up. He kissed her womb, reaching deeper and deeper until–

"That's it~♡! Ah! A-Aaron! Stay right there! Inside my womb~♡! Stay right theeere!"

Hadiyah came. It was so easy, really. Her pussy twisted down on him and turned wetter. Aaron bit back a groan.

Seeing her spread labia, the way his cock connected towards her entrance, and then her face. Her agape mouth, her caramel red ears and cheeks, and her emotional eyes. He couldn't overstate how horny it made him.

Hadiyah panted. Her lungs struggled to gather up air as she heaved. "S-so good~♡'' The mere presence of his cock was soothing and pleasurable. He didn't need to move or thrust.

Unfortunately, his mind was going places he couldn't backtrack from. 'Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her! Fuck her! Fuckherfuckherfuckherfucker–!'

His hypnosis which was in semi-effect went into overdrive.

The atmosphere stirred.

One minute, they were in missionary and the next Aaron was fucking Hadiyah doggy-style. The way he liked it, the way he found most comfortable to fuck a bitch.

Hadiyah's initial protests turned to moans and acceptance.

"Aaron~♡! Aaron~♡! Fuck meee~♡! You're so good~♡! Fuckfuckfuck! Deep~♡! My womb~♡!

Somehow, Aaron had a phone in his hand. He was recording the sea of pleasure and the toned brown booty he was fucking. His fat cock slid in and out, and the video captured the obscene length of it. He didn't know why he was recording. He didn't care either.

He fucked her doggy-style, then on the side. Once Hadiyah was crying for speed, he picked her up and made her bounce. His fingers gripped her rear as she faithfully went up and down. Her face was so close to his yet they never kissed. Hadiyah was too weak and consumed by gratification that she couldn't move. She could only take.

His big fat dick.

She was addicted to it.

They switched positions again.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU~♡! IMPREGNATE ME~♡! PLEAAASE~♡!"

She was grabbing onto the headboard for dear life. The bed shook as his balls hammered her rear and he pounded into her. Honestly, the bed was going to need new springs after this. They were standing and fucking but Hadiyah was barely managing to hold on to anything. Her consciousness, her weight, the headboard. Her nerves were consumed by this big fat dong inside her womb. She could feel it penetrating her with every loud, ball-slapping thrust.

"IMPREGNATE! CUM! CUM~♡! INSIDE! INSIDE~♡! WANT! WANT!" Hadiyah's pride as a Muslim–no, as a person was in tatters. She was speaking in a broken mess of English, mixed in with curses from her native language.

Aaron wasn't an idiot. Impregnating her was a really stupid fucking idea. The responsibility of a child was enormous, as he had learned personally. Yet Aaron wasn't really Aaron right now. He was an animal. A stallion. A beast desiring a pussy sleeve to destroy and nothing else. It was like his powers were running wild.

His brain was half-functioning as he held the phone, recorded, and took pictures. The Gotham sunrise meant nothing to him as he fucked and fucked and fucked–

"AARON~♡! YOU STUD! YOU WHITE FUCKING STUD! IMPREGNATE ME!"

–until he came. There was a lesson to be had–no matter how long a session was, Aaron always came buckets. This was no exception. The chances of him having not bred her with babies were slim to none. There was so much creamy white cum that, despite his cock still lodged inside her, it squirmed out from the edges of her pussy lips.

Hadiyah hung to the headboard as if she was recovering from an intense fight. Her arms and legs were numb. Aaron extracted himself from her creampied cunt, which slopped out globs of it immediately after, and left her there uncaringly.

He checked the phone in his hand, questioning why he had it in the first place. Then he saw it: a message.

> Jace: Hadiyah, you up? Call me

> Jace: Call

> Jace: Something came up

This was Hadiyah's phone. Damn, he hadn't even realized it until now. Jace had bombed her with messages and questions. There must have been trouble, perhaps another attack by Leviathan.

Aaron, in his clouded and fucked-up state of mind, decided to reply.

> Hadiyah: She's busy bro

He clipped the message with a video of him giving backshots to Hadiyah. Immediately after, Aaron sent another video which had taken advantage of the nearby mirror. It captured the complete scenery, including the changes in her Middle Eastern features as she got fucked and pounded; and of course behind her the unidentified white man giving her the good cock. The audio was on. It was nuts. Stupid.

Aaron sent it anyway. He sent everything. A dick pic, size comparisons, videos, pictures of the creampied Hadiyah. Everything. He systematically broke the proud Hadiyah down to take dick and sent every step of the procedure to Jace.

Aaron was acting like a jockey dumbass. An antithesis to everything he was and stood for. It was the mental drawback from his powers. Right now, as of this moment, he was a domineering stallion with hardly a speck of his usual coolness. An animal listening to his mating instincts. A god of sex.

Even his nut was godly. Hadiyah felt like a new woman with his thick, spunk inside her. It was like an ever reaching sensation that bubbled around her womb. He had poured everything he had inside her, emptying his balls, and when he flipped her over she instinctively forced her legs to the sides of her head. The hijabi exposed everything, from her swollen breasts to her battered pussy which was gushing with virile, gooey cum. Her heart pulsated in sync with her twitchy body.

He smeared his wet dick across her face–dragging his glans down her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and chin–and snapped a photo of the makeshift facial. It really looked like one or two men had ejaculated all over her precious, stern face, yet it was merely his leftovers. A taste of what he had done.

Weak yet desperate, Hadiyah stuck her tongue out and tried to lap up the slops of cum. Aaron taped her efforts and sent it to Jace.

By the time his logical side returned, it was too late. All the messages, pictures, and videos had been sent to Jace Fox. There was no deleting it. Post-nut clarity came at him like a truck and rammed the left side of his brain back into place. He was utterly mortified, blushing red as he reread what he had just sent in the past twenty minutes. It was like viewing reality in an entirely new perspective.

"Oh god…" Aaron cringed. The dick pics were a little excessive, even for cucking. He was longer and thicker than two coke cans stacked on top of each other. An impossible standard to match. The images were also edited with provoking captions: she said I was the best she has ever had…sorry bro.

Or:

she was the one who said she wanted to be used. She only needed the right cock ig.

There was not a chance in hell that Jace was competing with that–with him. Given his father's endowment…yeah, no. Jace would be lucky if he eclipsed a single coke can.

As for the facial, at the heart of the moment, he had been proud of his handiwork. She looked different while lathered in his cum. Actually, she looked different simply being in his arms. The contrast in skin tone, white to brown, and the gap in height and muscles. In all the selfies and images, Hadiyah was glowing. Her eyes emitted passion she had never shown before. Again, he had been so proud seeing the change. Now…not so much.

'So much for having self control…'

One by one, Jace saw the texts, captions, selfies, facials, and videos of crude blowjobs and primal rutting. In other words, Jace witnessed the love of his life struggle to suck and get fucked by the largest cock in Gotham. Not to mention Aaron included looks of glee and wonder from Hadiyah and even a comparison between his shaft and her forearm. He had taken an uncharacteristic number of pictures when he fucked her. So many intimate moments snapped and captured in Hadiyah's own phone.

'Jesus Christ,' he thought, viewing the texts for himself. 'I was merciless.'

Even so, he lucked out. Despite the many pictures and videos he sent, none of them featured Aaron's face. It came close, capturing his chin and lips, but nothing above that.

Jace's memory of Aaron was likely just of one thing: his gargantuan white cock. With this, that memory was only enforced.

Minutes went by. Jace did not reply.

Aaron guessed his male ego couldn't handle it. No, considering the content of the spree of messages, it would have been accurate to say he shattered it. He couldn't blame him either. The shit he did with Hadiyah was not for the weak.

'I got lucky. My face was hidden. He still doesn't properly remember who I am.' His expression turned sour. 'God, what is wrong with me sometimes…'

He thought he had been getting better as a person. Looking at his surroundings, seeing the mind controlled women groaning whilst releasing heaps of his essence, it felt like he hadn't moved one step. He hadn't evolved. He was at the same place he was at the start of his journey. A mindless sex drone who cared for no one but himself.

Aaron was a huge coffee guy. Addicted and very much picky. He disliked his coffee unless it was super surgery. Three cups of cream and five spoons of sugar. That was how he liked it at work.

He decided to use the landline and ask the motel people to bring him a cup. He didn't expect high quality stuff but he thought he would need it regardless.

Oh, and towels too. Lots and lots of towels.

***

An hour later and the complete aura of the sun reached down on Gotham. The morning ambience filled the room, although the stench of sex lingered. The lean caucasian male sat at the edge of the bed, naked as he drank a cup of mocha latte. His flaccid penis was a third leg, a merciless monster of incomparable proportions. His nutsack hung between his legs as a hairless satchel of flesh, and was dutifully watched and caressed by Selina. She lay flat on the carpet floor, shiny emerald eyes reflecting the hefty ballsack. She touched it, smooched it, and silently appraised it as if she was fixing the underside of a car.

Aaron didn't mind as long as she didn't spill his cup. He licked up the cream creasing his lips and waited as the two women behind him on the bed inspected the duffel bag. The strangeness of the pistol wasn't lost on him so he needed a second and third opinion. Hadiyah and Jaina were intelligent women. He was sure to get something out of them.

"I believe it's a metahuman weapon," Jaina said.

"Meaning…?" Aaron probed.

"It targets metahumans," Jaina replied unhelpfully. "Where did you find this anyway?"

"He stole it from me," answered Selina, voice muffled from her low position and his overbearing sac. She drank in the inescapable fragrance of his cum and sweat. "And you're almost correct. It targets metahumans and drains them of their powers."

"Why didn't you just tell us from the start," Jaina asked, annoyed. Aaron was inclined to agree. He sipped his coffee to quell his anguish.

Selina giggled. "Because a cat never tells." Then, after kissing his left nut tenderly, she added, "Unless given something to play, of course. Rawr~!"

His ballsack dangled and she was acting like a cat playing with a yarn. It was half-adorable, half-bizarre. Aaron pursed his lips and continued drinking his coffee in silence.

"Anything else you can tell us?" Hadiyah asked. He could hear her adjusting the pistol and checking its steely material. Her fingers sliding down its edges. His ears twitched.

"It's a Monday. Why not relax?" Selina suggested. Aaron pushed his cock and family jewels aside and peered down at her meaningly. The thief rolled her eyes and explained dutifully, "I believe this is a prototype. S.T.A.R Labs also had a bigger version of this machine. Like…the size of a dinosaur tall."

Without directly ordering them to, it seemed like the women naturally obeyed him. His powers were growing. He had known this but now it was more obvious than ever. Selina was still here rather than running away with the duffel bag and the mystery pistol inside. She communicated with him in her usual coy, kittenish tone yet did not dare to leave his side.

"Speaking of size," Selina blabbered on, "your balls are so much bigger than what I'm used to. They're like soft balls. Most men are like eggs or walnuts–like the Bat, for example. For all the rumours about his balls being the size of Jupiter, he's actually quite average. How do you think he walks around wearing trunks? Trust me, he's nothing to write home about. If you tried wearing those trunks of his, you'd get arrested for public indecency rather than vigilantism." A giggle. "Mrraaoo~! Do you have a perpetual case of blue balls, love?"

The leathery pouch containing his oversized testicles swung as her slender fingers rocked it back and forth. Aaron took another sip of his coffee and ignored her question.

"Where was it?" Aaron asked. He recalled her coming out the elevator and guessed, "Was there a secret underground floor?"

"Of course there was a secret underground floor," Selina replied. She was prepared to elaborate but stopped herself as a strong, masculine smell whiffed into her nose. Aaron's flaccid dong hung above her lips like a mouthwatering piece of meat. The glorious cock and its divine nutsack shifted as Aaron spoke and drank his coffee. Distracted by its sudden sway, Selina kissed the tip and then grabbed it with one hand then the other.

"Cock," she moaned, planting an extra kiss. "Cock…"

Aaron sipped on his drink and chided her. "Focus, cat." This behaviour wasn't a surprise to him. Most women became addicted to his manhood by the end of a session. Seriously, toying with his ballsack was like a drop in the bucket amongst the experiments he did with Cassandra.

Selina snapped out her trance and pouted. "It's corporate laboratory design 101. Underground levels are needed for experiments that tussle with safety guidelines. Security is typically tight. For me though, it's as easy as one-two-three. Find a schedule of their patrols, hack into their database and snag the building's blueprints, discover and exploit a weakness in security, steal an ID and a reliable set of fingerprints, use my special contacts for the eye scan, and voila! The elevator goes down, down, down to the lowest level."

Jaina bristled. "Not bad," she admitted.

Aaron stared off into the wall. His thoughts were a mess. A large machine capable of stealing metahuman abilities…? Who would want such a thing to be built? He could cross off the Penguin and Batman. They had no association with S.T.A.R Labs. Lucius Fox…no. Julia Pennyworth? Also unlikely. He mentally formulated a list of notable individuals with power in Gotham.

"Could S.T.A.R Labs be working for Leviathan?"

At night, there were battles and conflicts between the Bat Family and the mindless drones of Leviathan. To prevent the arrival of the Justice League or any meta powered superhero, it was possible they built the weapon to tip the scale in their favour.

"That's quite the random deduction," Selina commented, a finger going down the veins of his hanging cock. "But likely. I caught wind of this weapon because of Leviathan. Did some hacking, found out they were hiding something here, etc, etc. And when I got there, I saw signs of people there. You know, freshly polished weapons, armouries, that sort of thing. The machine was also very, very active."

"We need to shut it off," Aaron said, looking pointedly at Selina. "Was there an off switch?"

"Not that I saw," Selina responded, shrugging. "It was massive and hooked up with tubes. I couldn't begin to guess what its powersource is or how it works."

'Nobody here is an engineer either. How unlucky.' His other option was trashing the machine. 'No, if we start destroying it willy-nilly, there's a risk of an explosion. A massive one.'

"Hadiyah," Aaron called, "your friend Vol was able to hack into the Justice League's database and even Amanda Waller's servers. Get him to do some research on S.T.A.R Labs."

"Of course–" Master, Hadiyah almost slipped out.

"And Selina?"

"Yes?" From his perspective, most of her face was hidden by his manhood. Her cool breath tickled his glans and scrotum, and he could make out the creases of a ruby red smile.

"Work with Batman and find a method to disable the weapon. Tell him that you stumbled upon it and realized you needed to help. Make it believable."

"I make everything believable, darling," Selina purred. "The bat won't suspect a thing~♡"

He could hear Hadiyah shifting off the bed and striding into the bathroom. From the corner of her eye, he soaked up her toned bum.

"Shower," Hadiyah said tonelessly.

"Take the duffel bag with you too when you're finished," Aaron ordered. Between him, Selina, and Jaina, the vigilante Nobody had the highest chance of deconstructing the weapon and finding a way to counterattack it. He didn't know if the situation would escalate to that point but he couldn't risk it either.

Six metals: Dionesium, Electrium, and Promethium. Three remained from Leviathan's grasp: Batmanium, Nth Metal, and Eighth Metal. It must have been infuriating. To be so close, to invest so much money and effort, only to be denied their ultimate conquest due to an unknown, ordinary individual.

'Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if Leviathan started bombing shit.'

"By the way, can I have your number?" Selina asked. She started writing numbers on his cockhead with her index finger. Aaron shuddered. Everything she did was so soft and gentle and tempting. Selina continued to entice him like a true seductress, the words rolling off her tongue with a special lure and husk. "We had such a good time. It would be a shame if we couldn't continue it…"

Immediately, a pair of large, soft melons went up against his back. Jaina's white hair entered the edges of his vision. "Back off, cat," Jaina snapped. "This man enjoys rabbits more."

Finally, after all the teasing and touching, Selina got up. She sat cross-legged and looked between Aaron and the lady on his shoulder. She broke into a laugh.

"My, oh my. You sure are good at stealing the love of a woman, Mr. Reigner. I'm jealous."

"Thanks." Aaron enjoyed Jaina's breasts so he didn't move. "But you will listen to what I said…right?"

There was a flash of emptiness in her eyes. Mind control. It was for but a brief instance. "Yes, sir!" Selina giggled.

'She's under my total control.' Of course she was. He had creampied her in the ass and pussy. Her womb was soiled in his essence. 'She's going to do what she does best: support Batman. Because that's how things are supposed to be. Gotham is better off when the bat and the cat are together.'

"As for you, Jaina…" Aaron trailed off. "Keep your phone with you at all times. I might need to message you to do something."

"Of course, master~!"

Jaina's willpower was the weakest. A kiss was all it took to control her and now with the added creampies her mind forever belonged to him. Aaron felt slightly guilty but when he was reminded why and for who he was doing this for his resolve hardened.

As Selina rose, she stretched and arched her back, arms interlocked and high in the air. Her taut belly led to her flawless cunt. Her green eyes were closed shut, innocently shaped, and she yawned.

Aaron couldn't keep his eyes off her. He tilted his head to glean at her ass which was she was pushing further and further back. Her naked white figure displaying its voluptuous, fit juiciness.

'Damn,' he said to himself. The arch of her back was astonishing, as if and helped her heart-shaped ass with its plumpness. Her arms went down, down, down, till they were parallel to her head. She continued stretching and letting out moans, before opening her eyes and smiling. The crinkles at the edges of her eyes told him everything.

She did it on purpose.

"Enjoy the show?" Selina asked, stepping forward. Aaron looked her nudity up and down. Her fitness, her shape, her spunk–it was all very, very provocative. "I would ask you to fuck me, but…I have work and I like feeling my legs." Her little laugh was egregiously addictive. "Seriously, my hips are dead. Luckily, a cat has nine lives."

His dangling cock twitched. Selina smirked at the sharp yet intense physical reaction and teasingly spread her cunt with two fingers. Her lips parted and she let out a little moan as her pussy convulsed and recalled the phantom ghost of his behemoth dick. A tear went down her leg.

Aaron was seriously considering her offer. Luckily, he had the self restraint to stop himself. "Very lucky," he said, acting unfazed.

He could feel Jaina vibrate in envy. Massive tits aside, she couldn't compare to Selina in the art of seduction. Smiling appreciatively, he nodded.

"Good luck," Aaron said. Her dazzling features quirked up with intrigue.

"Oh? Just like that?" Selina giggled to herself, a finger over her lips. "No extra round?"

"No, you're free to go."

"I could get used to you as my boy toy. My other partners were always so…demanding. Troublesome." She put a hand on her hip and adjusted her weight. His eyes rolled down to her breasts. Admittedly, he thought about it. Selina Kyle, Catwoman, she was a hell of a lay.

"You're different," Selina continued, smirking. "Calmer and twice as impressive. You have my previous lovers beat in every metric. I don't have to worry about your dick slipping out or making you cum too soon. Even then, you can let out a real load, not some watery spurt." She stepped closer. Aaron flicked from her chest to her lips. "I've put a group of men and women to sleep with my skills yet you handled me and three other wonderful women with ease. Five men combined couldn't cum half as much as you, let alone that thick. Two women in perfect sync couldn't eat pussy as well as you. You're–"

"Alright, alright." Aaron interjected before she fed his ego too much. He couldn't tell if she was exaggerating and he didn't care. He gave her his number and told her to wear some clothes and head out.

'No offence, it's nice to hear, but I really don't care.' Aaron disliked comparing himself to other people unless it was dirty talk. During sex, getting lost in the frenzy, it was okay. Afterwards, it just felt wrong.

Blame it on his fucked up moral compass. Oftentimes it seemed like it had no real direction and flickered as it pleased. But what could Aaron do? It was his moral compass for a reason.

'Plus, I'm sure the Selina deep, deep inside her is trying to resist and manipulate me. I won't fall for something like that.'

Selina Kyle. She was dangerous. Sexy and phenomenal at taking dick, but dangerous.

His orders were imprinted in her and Selina promptly changed her clothes. Before she cat walked out the door, her snug leather thief costume in a bag, she kissed him on the cheek. Jaina, ever the dramatic rich socialite, rolled her eyes and tried heckling her towards the door. Watching the naked brown woman taunt the sexy thief was amusing because of how ineffective she was at it. Selina continued to praise and flatter him relentlessly.

"Your cum is still inside me, you know." Selina rubbed her belly, where her womb was, and winked at him. "I wasn't able to wash it all off~"

"Great," he replied dully..

"And the condoms…" Selina cupped her cheek and shivered. "None of them fit. They all broke. It's like the world is begging you to breed…"

"Of course, Selina." His words amounted to filler. He wasn't interested in playing her game at all. Although…

'Now that I think about it, should I do something about my condom problem? I tried all the sizes the motel had and none of them worked. They all ripped as soon as I had a full erection.'

Creampieing a woman was a fetish of his, he supposed. But the actual spawn created from the union was a daunting thought.

He had told himself weeks ago to dial back on his womb-devouring creampies. The risks of a child were too high and too…unnecessary. Unfortunately, Aaron's greatest weakness was overcoming addiction and past habits. Coffee, creampies, moral neutrality, social skills. There was so much about himself he hated yet he could never find the strength within himself to push past it.

"You know…" Selina was like an unwanted devil whispering in his ear. Just from two words, he could feel the chills running down his core. "...during my mission, I could ask Bats to concoct a special type of condom for you. I'll butter him up, tell him it's for his big, fat cock, but really…it will be for you."

The idea sounded fine on paper but he could see the subtle trap. To reiterate, Selina's willpower was immense, to the point of concern. He wouldn't be surprised if this was a ploy to break the mental hold he had on her. Once he granted her an inch of living room, it would extend into a mile.

'Not yet. Once everything is done, I promise I'll release you. Wipe your memories and pretend this never happened.' Aaron's instincts screamed at him that this was the wrong idea and it was like his dick twitched in annoyance. He exhaled. 'Okay, maybe I'll just limit it to sex. I don't know, we'll see how it goes.'

Sentimentality was hidden behind plain grey eyes. In front of Selina, Aaron needed to think with his brain instead of his dick. "If you want."

Selina snickered, entertained, and twisted the door knob. "Okay, okay, I'll stop now. See ya, stallion," she said, waving like a married woman heading to work. Aaron sent her a curt nod.

"Bye."

Aaand with that, the legendary Catwoman was gone as the pull and thud of the door rebounded. The heavy air turned lighter without her presence. It was magical.

'What a woman,' Aaron thought, impressed. 'You chose well, Batman.'

"Ugh." Once again, Jaina returned to putting her head on his shoulder. Her boobs were phenomenal at healing him. "I don't like her."

"Because she's better than you?" Aaron joked.

"Because she's arrogant." Jaina huffed. "I've done what she's done. I've escaped Batman, seduced Bruce Wayne, broke into S.T.A.R Labs. Anything she can do, I can do better."

"Right…"

"I have superpowers."

"Wasn't she in the Justice League once?"

"I joined Bane once."

"That's…not a good thing."

"It looks good on my resume though."

Aaron had never anticipated Jaina to have a cute side. It was a nice change of pace and precisely why he disliked the puppet-esque nature of his hypnosis. It sucked all the fun out of human interactions.

The shower noise in the background suddenly stopped. Hadiyah was done, finally.

It was a Monday and, as much as he wanted to rail Hadiyah in the shower, he couldn't afford to. He had work and the clock was ticking. Time marched onwards whether he liked it or not. He walked past her as she opened the door and he turned the shower back on.

As he stood there and allowed the water to wash away the stench of smell, he realized something: he had never seen Hadiyah without her hijab. It was strange. From his view, it was almost like it wouldn't be Hadiyah unless she wore it. He imagined her standing in his place, without the hijab. It was impossible. What was her hair like? Was it long and curly? Straight or dyed? He had seen locks of it but nothing else. Nothing concrete.

He pondered but never dared to manifest it in reality. He had a code. Despite his fucked up hypnosis, there were particular things he wouldn't do. This was that. He would never disrespect another person's expression of religion. It was a very private part of life that he tried to be mindful of.

He had sex with Hadiyah, sure, and that probably wasn't a very religious thing but still. He wasn't a monster. A freak who sought pure pleasure–who pushed aside his morales for a crumb of better pussy. There was a fine line between play in sex and disrespectful behaviour. The intent, the societal consequences, the history. Aaron wasn't an idiot. He was a university educated male in Gotham. He recognized the systemic problems in his city and how they lead to the current climate of crime.

He turned the shower off. The motel towel was warm and he dried himself off with a small smile. Coming out, he checked the time on his phone. It was a quarter past seven. Work was in a couple hours.

Hadiyah was already gone as was the duffel bag and the pistol. Too bad. He wanted to know if Jace responded. Maybe offer an apology.

He bid Jaina goodbye. She was naked and her creamy caramel complexion waved at him by the door.

'The whole block must have heard…'

The employees eyed him. There wasn't judgement but amazement. Juggling three-four women was a near impossible feat yet it looked like he did it effortlessly. In fact, he looked better for it. The praise, the complimentary whispers–for the first time in his life, Aaron didn't mind the attention. They would forget about him the next month anyway.

Selina had already paid for their stay. 'Sly cat,' he thought. He could imagine her sticking her tongue out and winking at him.

He called a taxi and headed home. His back was a little stiff from all the fucking.

***

He opened the door and was careful to step in silently. The first thing he did was check Chloe's room. The nine year old was fast asleep, drooling while spread across the mattress. Aaron was relieved. If she had been awake, there would have been a lot to explain…

"See you, Chloe." Aaron closed the door to her room, cautious and silent. It was almost ten in the morning, she would wake up in the coming hours.

His eyes were baggy. All of a sudden, he regretted what he had done yesterday and today. The fight with Selina, the sex, the close call with the detectives, the fivesome…all of it happened in the span of eight hours. And before that was the museum tour. He had no fucking sleep.

He went to the bathroom and splashed himself with icy cold water. He stared at his reflection. His black hair was a little overgrown and close to covering his ears. His grey eyes already lacked emotions.

"Should I call in…?" Aaron closed his eyes, sighing. "It's a Monday too…"

Plus, Friday was New Years. A holiday. His supervisor was going to hate him for not coming. Actually, no, he had an excuse. The story of his sister in the hospital.

Aaron was relieved. 'Yeah, I can use that. I don't want to go to work like this.'

The past month and a half had been unapologetically exhausting and he needed a break. From Cassandra to Vicki to Iman to Harley and Ivy to the Foxes to the detectives to White Rabbit to Vicki again, then a long fuckfest with Cassandra, a night with Riko and Izzy, and then Hadiyah, Jaina, and White Rabbit, three sessions with Tanya, and finally–after all that–Selina, Hadiyah, Jaina, and White Rabbit together. A dozen different women in the span of three weeks. A week's worth of sex. Hours upon hours of mating.

He called in. His supervisor was desperate but Aaron kept parroting the sister excuse. He relented, though once again warned him of the pay deduction. Although acknowledging his concern during the conversation, in reality, it did not matter to him at all. When Aaron got to his room, he flopped onto his bed and took the fattest nap of his life.