The Beginning // Cassandra Cain

What did it mean to be human?

On this Earth of superheroes, supervillains, and gods, it was a vaguely defined term. Rising within the ranks of governments and corporations were those with strength, dexterity, intelligence, and intuition seeming superhuman yet there was no doubt they were mere humans. No metagene, no super soldier serum, no magic, no alien heritage, merely homo sapiens with determination and grit.

Karate Kid, Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Batwoman, Green Arrow, Artemis. The list went on and on. Their technical skills, their martial arts, their experiences, their senses, everything was tuned to the highest possible level. They were human and equally inhumane with how far above they were from the rest of humanity.

Aaron Reigner was a regular white guy born in Gotham. Twenty-five years old, in the prime of his life, working as a normal white collar man in Wayne Technologies. A cog amongst the massive conglomerate that was Wayne Enterprises, he was from every angle an ordinary person. Not particularly well-off or high in the corporate ladder. Handsome and smart but quiet and reserved. His job was in the management side of things; making sure shipments and deliveries with partnered companies were scheduled and accounted for. His livelihood depended on the calls he made inside this tiny cubicle.

"Aaron, it's lunchtime," his supervisor announced. Aaron didn't turn back and focused on the video playing on his computer. It was a documentary on a classified military project called A.R.G.U.S. Headphones plopped in, his ears brushed off the words of his superior.

"I know."

The older male paused, waiting for him to elaborate. When Aaron didn't, the supervisor placed a hand on his nape and continued. "You can join us in the cafeteria downstairs."

Aaron didn't blink as he chewed on his homemade veggie pizza. The satisfying voice of the documentary commentary filled his ears, buttery and British. "No thanks."

"A-alright. See you later, friend."

His supervisor was always trying to get him to join the team. 'What a waste of time,' Aaron thought. 'No offence.'

Lunch break ended. Work continued. It was a never ending cycle. Day in, day out, he did the same thing until his floor supervisor called them to punch out. It was an eventuality he looked forward to, no matter how many times it happened.

"See ya," his supervisor said, watching him leave his cubicle with a small wave.

Aaron exhaled and ignored him.

The elevator went down, down, down, and he waited alongside two co-workers. The discussion went from their boring day to Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy and their recent excursion. Something about taking over a LexCorp greenhouse garden.

"No murders though," said the brown-haired man, thrilled. "Crazy, huh? The news said Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy have killed zero people in the past ten years."

"Right, but they've still killed," the dark-skinned guy next to him replied. "They're criminals. They have to be locked up."

"It's Lex fucking Luthor's garden that got taken over. Who cares about that bastard?"

"They're still dangerous."

"And still hot as fuck."

"Okay, fair enough." There was a pause and the guy with the warm complexion grinned. "Remember that video with Harley's ass?"

He heard the two share a hearty chuckle. Aaron didn't blink as the elevator doors opened. At the reception desk, he scanned his card, signed himself out, and left the building. Wayne Technologies, the tall establishment proudly displayed in fancy black letters. Aaron didn't look back as he headed home.

'It's a long weekend,' he thought, liberated. 'Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off. A super long weekend. Thanksgiving and Black Friday, here I come.'

Aaron wasn't traditional in any way, shape, or form. His break was going to consist of anime and games, nothing more. Still, it was nice to experience normalcy after the hell that was working for Wayne Technologies. Honestly, he didn't want to think about his shitty work routine until Tuesday.

The streets were clean and black, and the clouds above casted dark shadows. A typical Gotham City ambience. The sun came down at four or five o'clock depending on the season. Aaron was pretty sure Gotham was the only city in the world with such a fucked up time zone.

"Hey, dumbass! Look over here!"

Aaron knew the insult wasn't geared towards him. Local high schoolers in the area were loud and obnoxious and hurled snubs at each other left and right. He peaked a glance at the alleyway and the origin of the galled voice.

'Jesus.'

Was that a college student getting beat by a bunch of high schoolers?

"Prissy blue-haired bitch! Just give us your money already!"

The college student, blue-haired and raggedy, grunted as the three high schoolers continued kicking him. He did not give in to their demands, however. He sniffled and hiccuped but he wouldn't let the younger boys take advantage of him.

'Idiot.' Aaron's curiosity was stirred but he wasn't interested in participating. He went on his way without a second glance.

Home was a small apartment with two bedrooms and a single bathroom, and twenty minutes away on foot. It was located at the end of the third floor, room 312, the balcony facing a sketchy parking lot. His salary was decent and he could probably afford a better place, especially considering how low rent was in Gotham, but Aaron was the type to save up and buy cheap. Insurance was at an all-time low and covered a fuck ton of shit but since the Joker was still walking and making plans…well, he didn't want to risk the insurance companies using a loophole to get out of insuring him. The cheaper it was, the higher the chance to get covered.

Aaron lived an ordinary life–or as ordinary as a Gotham citizen could be. He saw Batgirl and Batwoman a few times, and even the new kid Robin, but that was it. Other than that, his life was typical. Mundane. He saw fights but he always stayed out of it. His eyes were keen but he never said a word about his observations.

There was a homeless girl sitting outside the apartment complex. A blue-eyed blonde close to ten years old, silently begging him for spare change. Her little cardboard box was empty.

Aaron ignored her like he did everyone else.

Through the foyer and up the elevator he went.

He brought out his keys, opened the door, and entered his apartment with a relieved sigh. While taking his shoes off, he loosened his tie.

"Finally," Aaron muttered, breathing in the smell of home. "I'm back."

No girlfriend or family greeted him. The first thing he did was head to the bathroom, relieve himself, then set-up a bath. He wore a suit for work and damn was it obnoxious to wear. It was insanely tight, especially in the crotch area, and it hindered his movements. Although Aaron was silent about his grievances, wanting to maintain (and lowkey enjoying) his silent and cool person, his colleagues were not. They must have complained to their supervisor and HR every three days. Hopefully the day would come when the company changed their regulations.

The fancy belt, the matching black trousers and waistcoat, the white dress shirt, he tossed it all to the side and stepped into the bath. The warmth sent tingles down his spine.

If there was a feature about Aaron that was unordinary, it was his manhood. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was hung like a horse. His circumcised cock was eight inches long while totally flaccid. Aaron was something of a grower too, gaining four extra inches at full mast, his erection elegant and heavy.

Then there was his ballsack, tightly packed with mega-sized nuts on par with his own fists. Astonishing on his lean five-foot-eleven body. Aaron was divinely virile and leagues above his fellow males. He doubted that among the ordinary humans of the world there was anyone who was packing more than him.

He also learned he had no refractory period; meaning, he could cum as many times as he wanted as long as his burly balls willed it. In college, he took a metagene test at the local hospital to see if he was related to horses or something. There had to be something to explain his god-like sex abilities. Nope. He was completely human. No mutations, no superpowers, no alien DNA. He was just…blessed with this massive thing between his legs.

He was sure to make any woman happy. Unfortunately, he had been single all his life. There wasn't a woman in the world who had seen him and his naked form.

But Aaron didn't care. Women were the least of his worries. He enjoyed his life. He liked coming home without having someone nag at him. His life's plan was to retire sometime in his forties and travel. If someone else decided to join him, if a woman paid him honest-to-heart attention, then cool. Otherwise, he wasn't going to put in the effort. He wasn't going to chase a chick till she relented. Aaron Reigner was not a desperate man nor a playboy.

He stayed in the bath for half an hour before leaving. He threw on his boxers (ignoring the defined shape of his schlong), grey trousers and a black t-shirt. He flicked the TV on and watched some anime.

Simple things. Simple life.

He ordered dinner in the form of shawarma and glued himself between the couch and the TV screen. Midnight arrived. He could hear the criminal buzz of the city settle in. Aaron casted a glance at the kitchen and saw two large bags of garbage, three days old.

Sighing, he decided to take the garbage out.

It was cold as the fall season blasted its chilly winds. Luckily, the current nightly temperature was amicable, and a slim black jacket and sandals sufficed.

He exited the apartment into the parking lot, then headed to the alleyway where the heavy-duty garbage bin lay. Aaron opened it up and promptly shoved the two bags inside.

He was done. He started to walk away–

CRASH!

–but froze upon the intrusion in his ears. Slowly, he craned his head back. Lodged inside the broken dumpster was a woman clad in black. He saw a golden outline of the bat symbol and the pointy ears on a cowl.

'Well shit,' Aaron thought, 'it's Batgirl.'

As soon as that thought manifested, she leaped out. Panting roughly, she threw her head up and searched the rooftops. Nothing.

She was shorter than Aaron expected. Half a head shorter than himself, slim and slightly muscular. Certainly not buff or womanly, but still mesmerising. Aaron's heart raced. He guessed it was because of the mythos behind her, what she meant to Gotham and the wider world. She was essentially a celebrity, a bonafide superhero at work, ready for something to attack her, the stuff of legends.

But nothing.

Besides the crickets of the night, the city was silent.

Aaron blinked and said, "Hi."

Batgirl instantly locked onto him. That was when Aaron noticed the flutter of her cape. Black and pooling around her ankles, it was admittedly very cool, but he refused to let it show on his face. He maintained the small, neutral smile on his face.

He could feel her gaze all over him. It was quick and rapid and in less than a second. From his ears, lips, chin, shoulders, chest, and…crotch? Although her cowl covered her entire head, he could feel her gaze on his crotch like a sixth sense. She tilted her head to the side and felt her eyes return to meet his.

Then she fell over.

The thud was deafening. Aaron waited, then creeped to her body. Her suit was riddled with tiny cuts unnoticeable in the dead of night. No blood either. He put a hand to her neck. Her pulse was getting weak.

'Should I call the hospital? The police?' Aaron bit his lip. 'I heard there's tension between the Bats and GCPD. I might get in trouble too.' He casted one last look over her before sighing.

"Fine. She's a hero," he muttered. "I think she saved my supervisor once."

Aaron looked twice before lifting her over his shoulder. The alleyway was empty as was the foyer, his eyes scanning their surroundings like a robot. No one was in the halls of the apartment complex nor did he encounter a soul in the elevator either. A stroke of luck. He was able to rise up and bring her to his unit without dragging unnecessary attention.

She was heavier than she looked. Maybe it was the armour. Her legs pulled her weight down an inch and Aaron honestly, genuinely didn't mean to but his hand accidentally grabbed her booty to keep her in place. Only for an instant and he removed his hand faster than the Flash.

But…yeah.

The hallmark trait of a Batgirl was their fantastic ass. Simply looking at the Gotham heroine from behind made a man go "Damn!"

He saw the forums, the pictures. The Five Batgirls Theory.

The first Batgirl kicked the tradition off with a bang. She had some serious cake, that girl, enough to distract criminals when they caught a glimpse of it. A thick, sporty booty. Gotham truly lost a treasure when she handed the mantle down. Rumours say she got into an altercation with the Joker and lost the ability to fight crime ever since.

The second Batgirl did not last long and acted only during the Cataclysm–when Gotham was called No Man's Land–yet the internet never forgot her ass cheeks and those hips. Flexing a heart-shaped ass, she exuded an effortless aura of eroticism and completely relished in it unlike her predecessors and successors.

Then the third Batgirl donned the costume. She was different from the Batgirls that came before her and not simply because she was a self-proclaimed Batgirl rather than an official one. To put it mildly, her ass was round and bouncy, and significantly more distracting than her predecessors. This third Batgirl quickly ceased, however, and the teleporter Mist was born soon after. Most of the internet agreed that, judging by the booty, that they were one in the same. Different mask, same ass.

As of the present day, the heroine Batgirl was two. One half was a blonde, who was a return to form to the original. She had a firm bubble butt that was noticeable and even somewhat useful when the cape flew up. Male criminals tended to be chauvinistic idiots, after all.

The other half, the Batgirl resting on his bed and whose booty he felt, was blessed in her own unique way. Her hips and boobs were lean and squared but her ass was round and meaty. Trained and toned like those female Olympic athletes.

He watched her sleeping body for a few minutes. She was breathing and clearly unconscious. Her suit was littered with cuts but he didn't see or smell blood.

'Poison,' Aaron guessed as he put a hand on her forehead and checked her temperature. He sat at the edge of the bed, whipped out his phone, and started researching. He was already neck-deep. If she died now, it would be on him.

He kept an eye on her, making sure she was still breathing. His fingers moved fast but her symptoms were faster. Erratic breathing, random dips in temperatures, odd changes in her heart rate. It made no sense. Her readings kept changing and changing and there was just no way for a non-professional to identify it.

Eventually, he settled for pain killers. Nothing else in his home would help. He fled to the kitchen and returned with the white pills.

Aaron stopped at the doorway.

Batgirl was up, her head aimed directly at him.

"Hi," Aaron said, hand raised tentatively. "I got you some pain killers. Is that alright?"

A minute passed. She scanned his body less analytically and more…curiously.

She nodded.

"Cool." Aaron walked over and handed her the painkillers. He spun on his heel and returned to the doorway. "Call if you need me. I know secret identities are important."

The window was already open. If she wanted to, she could leave. With that done, he left for the kitchen and opened his fridge. He had a couple things. Some salad, shrimp, chicken, a bunch of sauce.

'Maybe I should make her spaghetti–'

Aaron searched the fridge for less than three seconds before he felt a shadow behind him. Two shadows, actually. He could hear their bodies shift with muscle and power. He turned and a fist entered his vision.

'Huh?'

Aaron ducked, grabbed their arm, pushed their body weight forward, then struck a point in the back of their neck. The shadow went limp and fell to the ground with a thud.

He could sense the shock from the second intruder. Aaron spared them no mercy and appeared behind them in a burst of speed and knocked them out with a hard neck chop.

The second shadow fell.

Aaron sighed. "That was random." He dusted his hands off and leaned down to check the bodies. They weren't dead, only unconscious, clad in lightweight garbs. Not like Batgirl's attire, which was made of a material he couldn't quite describe; hard and probably bulletproof but flexible. The ensemble of these men were not remotely as well produced, almost as if they were expendable products.

'Are they ninjas or something? They seemed strong.' Then it dawned on him. 'Oh, they're after Batgirl.'

Alright, so there was another thing that was remarkable about Aaron Reigner. To the naked eye and at work, this remarkableness was impossible to detect and demonstrated once in a blue moon, if that.

Physical and mental ability. His body, his mind, it performed at the highest level of human ability. If Aaron saw something, whether it be a complicated dance or a gymnastics technique, he could immediately replicate it. And not just replicate it but do it better. His body was not merely lean but pristine and flawless. His muscles were strong beyond belief, able to accomplish feats Olympic athletes would be envious of.

He recalled playing football in gym class. He absolutely crushed it, despite the fact that Gotham City High School was a top-ranked team in all of America.

It was his first time ever picking up a football too.

His mind and body went beyond genius or comprehension. It was why Aaron was as reserved as he was. He hated attention. He hated being in the spotlight. He preferred to watch anime and do normal stuff than fight criminals and solve crime scenes. He was very good at hiding his talents and was able to get away with the football match in high school simply because it was a one-time thing. Never again did he demonstrate that kind of athleticism and everybody quickly discarded it as a fluke. He doubted anyone from his high school days remembered him either.

He tossed the intruders out the window. No use keeping them inside. They had a small device on them, bluetooths or something, but Aaron was not interested in involving himself any further.

'I better not have a letter from the Riddler in my mailbox tomorrow…or a bomb threat from the Joker, or my walls destroyed by Bane.'

Footsteps quieter than a mouse emerged from his room. It was Batgirl in full costume, her posture candid and squared.

"Oh, hey, you're up again–"

Aaron raised a hand and approached her but was forced to stop everything as Batgirl dropped to her knees. He blinked, not realizing what was happening. She grabbed his grey trousers and the waistband of his boxers, and threw it all down in one quick move.

'What–?'

His cock plopped out, whacking her chin with a comical slap, then settled on her masked face. Black and impossible to understand, possessing only the shadows of her eyes.

The cold fabric of her hands touched the sides of his cock. Slowly, her fingers attempted to wrap it, only to fail. Though flaccid, his dong was twice as girthy as the average male's put together.

"Biggest. Cock. Ever."

Her voice. It was low and slurred. Quite young too. He could feel her hot breath tickling his balls.

Aaron had no idea what to do. But Batgirl did. Her hands started to move and pump his length.

It should have been gradual. His cock given its size should have taken a minute to harden.

But a few skillful strokes of his cock and some prodding of his balls and Aaron ended up springing out the hardest, angriest erection of his life. Nearly thirteen inches long and meaty enough to rival a forearm. Riddled with pulsating veins, his normally peachy circumcised cock was redder than a bull and spewing pre-cum.

Aaron couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. Anything would set him off.

He clenched his fist. "W-wait," he gasped out. A finger traced the underside of his flaring cock head and after that a touch in his urethra. That was all it took for him to launch into a premature ejaculation.

His load was heavy, of course, his weighty balls contracting alongside his cock. Several creamy strands of cum slung onto his room door, which was six feet away. His white cum became glued to it, slowly trailing down and smearing it. But he wasn't finished.

His mind was white from euphoria and his legs shook as he shot off rope after rope of cum. Batgirl, who was underneath his cock and avoiding the hose, watched and tilted her head. Eventually, his mind-numbing orgasm ended and his cum tapered off. Long strings of his jizz fell down her backside.

Aaron panted, opening his eyes from all the whiteness. His grey eyes settled down at Batgirl who tilted her head to the side. Her hands slowly went through the motions again. Alarm bells started ringing in his head.

She pumped him seven times, groped his nuts tenderly, and then gave a kiss to his tip. It shouldn't have been so easy yet it was for her. Everything she did was very technical, very smooth, and very professional. She kissed his cock through her mask, not needing to choke on his dick like some whores might. She knew what she was doing.

And Aaron fell into another mind-bending orgasm.

This time, he managed to get a hold of himself. He managed to see and watch Batgirl, who was in turn observing him. With that mask of hers, he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

He didn't want to either.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hand on the side of his shaft. His cock was throbbing wildly, unleashing hell on his door once again. His cum shots were not just gooey but strong. His door actually moved from its sheer momentum. Not to mention the load was identical to his previous one. Long and intense and capable of impregnating ten women at once.

There was no doubt about it: Aaron Reigner was fucking monstrous when it came to sex. Even as his orgasm faded, his cock didn't. It was as bullish and hard as it was at the start. Still close to thirteen inches, still ready and wanting to fuck a bitch.

Sweat poured down his temple. Batgirl was underneath the immense slab of meat, satisfied by simply feeling the reverberations of his phallus.

"I get it," Aaron said, huffing and puffing. "You can read my body language. You can see my vital points. My most sensitive zones. Where my blood is flowing and what to press to make me…" he trailed off, a smile spreading. "Come."

Batgirl was fast. Aaron was faster. In spite of her training and experience, as well as the massive thing between the man's legs, he managed to scoop her up into his arms. He could feel her surprise and he maintained a firm hold on her as he walked over to his bedroom.

He tossed her on the bed and immediately peeled off his shirt. His lean muscles glistened in the light of the room and the Bat was completely glued. His sculpted, lean pecs shined in the light. The atmosphere turned hot and tasty and Batgirl gulped. Aaron quickly closed in, drawing his face close to hers and smiling seductively.

"I know you want this. And I know you're up to it."

Batgirl had been poisoned, yes, but miraculously–perhaps due to some kind of training–her body managed to cure itself of it. He felt it when she was in his arms. Aaron's sense of touch could detect heartbeats, changes in temperature, the impossible slights in the body's immune system. He was a living monitoring system and he could guarantee that she was in full health.

Aaron smirked. Batgirl wasn't the only person who could read and predict body language. She nodded, surging with affirmation, and he got to work.

He put a knee between her legs, pushed her down, and then unbuckled her golden belt. As he thought, her costume was not a full-body suit. The upper and lower body sections were divided, and once the belt was unclipped, he slid his hands in. The material was thicker than it looked and he could feel insignificant strips of hair but more importantly–

'No panties, huh?'

Batgirl squirmed. His digits tested her glistening folds and her womanhood clenched. Aaron smirked.

'Time for payback.'

He stuck a finger inside, then pressed his thumb on her clit, followed by a series of flicks and well-placed touches to her most erogenous regions. His fingers were long and thick and did their jobs phenomenally.

He heard her quietly gasp. His fingers were suddenly drenched and wet. She came. As expected.

Her heart was skyrocketing and she was struggling to catch her breath.

"Payback," Aaron said, repeating his actions. Her arms started wiggling and she curled her toes. Back-to-back orgasms were tough for the average person but not for these two. Like Aaron, Batgirl's body was easily able to handle going cloud nine.

Her pussy was gripping his fingers. She was trying to comprehend the sheer technique and swiftness of his digits. Unfortunately, adapting wasn't possible and in ten or so seconds she succumbed to another climax. Her head was twisting in the agonizing ecstasy.

No doubt about it now, she was a virgin. Her reactions were too similar to his own. That meant her making cum him so fast was a mix of talent and skill. Sort-of like himself.

At the prospect of a challenge, his cock throbbed and rumbled on top of her stomach. Batgirl slowly looked down, barely recovered. His big member had returned to its peachy colour; calm, controlled, tremendous in size, and ready to fly her to heaven.

Batgirl let out shudders of air. Anxiety and fear radiated off of her, emotions Aaron was sure the heroine didn't feel often. She was five-foot-five and a hundred-thirty pounds. A young woman, even with all her training and heroics. Taking the beast stretching across her humble body was…difficult to accept. Actually, from the look of it, it was impossible. His mushroom head nearly reached her breasts.

Aaron pulled back and Batgirl kept her eye on his gigantic cock. "Do you want to keep the mask, or…?"

Batgirl took her time to answer. Much to his delight, she weaved her head left and right. He immediately closed the distance between them again as if to cover her from prying eyes. He watched as she pulled her mask off, his own hand supporting hers as she did it. Before he saw her, he closed his eyes and captured her lips. For a moment, there was warmth and spark of something.

Then, his eyes fluttered open and he saw her face.

She was cute. Clearly Asian, probably of Chinese descent, with short hair, long thin eyebrows and pleasant lips. He withdrew from her warm lips and there was a string of saliva. He could see the dark flecks within the brown of her eyes.

It was then he realized she wasn't just cute. She was gorgeous.

The two kissed as one, her hands hooking over his shoulders. His cock rubbed against her and she found herself deepening the kiss upon feeling the heat.

"What's your name?" Aaron asked, breathing close, foreheads touching.

"Cassandra," she replied. "Cassandra Cain."

"Okay, Cassandra." Aaron pecked her on the lips and straightened himself. Cassandra whined but found herself aroused and excited like a bitch in heat when he slapped his cock on her twat. The electrifying sensation could be felt through the thick material of her costume. Smirking, he stretched his hands back and pulled on her pants. Gently, teasingly, taking it off, first with the left leg, then the right, and finally throwing it away.

Her legs were laid out and her red pussy was there for him to play with. Cassandra had already taken off the upper half of her costume and covered the small mounds of her breasts with her arms and hands, too shy and insecure to unveil herself to him. Aaron hovered over her and softly moved her arms to the side.

Cassandra looked to the side, cheeks blazing red. He understood why. She wasn't curvy or voluptuous like the other Batgirls were. She was small and firm, her hips and waist not as curvy, and her arms and abdomen showing signs of muscle. There were scars across her–bullet wounds and sword strikes–made from long, long ago, perhaps in childhood.

Aaron sucked in a breath, went down to the brown scar on her navel, and skimmed his tongue on it. Her reaction went up her spine, like a shock healing her. Aaron kept going, licking every scar and making sure the tinge of pain would melt into pleasure.

It did, and Cassandra put her hands on his hair to try and resist. To try and control him. But she also didn't want it to stop. Aaron went higher and higher until he reached her breasts.

Her nipples were perky and bitty. He cautiously bit the right while fiddling with the left, his hands pinching it and teasing its sides. Cassandra was entirely in his mercy as he played with her modest chest, sparing no time or effort to bring her pleasure.

She was shaking and she held his hair tightly. She wanted him to stop. She was getting close. Too close–

Cassandra squealed as another orgasm overtook her. Her pussy spasmed, her body perspiring all over. Seeing her expression twist and flush, her heart beat rising as heat pooled between her legs, Aaron finally decided it was time.

He aligned his battering ram of a cock and she instinctively spread her legs. She wasn't hairy down there but not well-groomed either. More than likely, she was the type to grow very little pubic hair. He prodded her drenched cunt with his wet tip, emphasizing just how thick he was and just how much he was going to stretch her out. She was flat on her back, vulnerable, and once he got going there was no stopping. He wanted her to know that.

"Ready?" Aaron asked. Cassandra nodded and he moved in. He was careful and made sure there was no pain as he eased himself in. She winced, accustomed to pain of many, many kinds but never inside her. Never like this.

Aaron exhaled. 'She's fucking tight,' he thought, pausing by how tight and soft she was. Inch after inch disappeared into her narrow frame, almost like magic. The deeper he went, the more he leaned into her.

Cassandra gasped. Her pussy tightened and a flush of fluids washed down his lodged in prick. Aaron blinked, watching as the heroine lost herself in bliss. Aaron was halfway in and she had already cum. He gave her the precious seconds she needed to recover.

Once she caught her breath, he pulled his hips back and plunged right in. The entirety of his length in one powerful thrust.

Cassandra's eyes went wide. Her body shook, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural moan. For someone who didn't speak, she could give a hell of a moan. Aaron stayed, his cock making its presence known, making sure it would stretch her cunt forever. Her arms twitched by her side and she gripped his mattress hard enough to almost tear it.

Then he started thrusting.

His pace wasn't too fast or slow, somewhere in the middle, yet for Cassandra it felt like a bullet. So fast, so precise, hitting her deepest parts. She gasped and gasped, losing her breath and was able to catch it solely due to her training and natural instincts. Aaron planted kisses on her face and neck, and then invaded her mouth with his tongue. Tasting her, feeling her, devouring her.

"You're so good," Aaron muttered in her ear, supporting himself with a hand to the side of her head, bucking his hips to and fro, "and so, so tight!"

Shivers went down her spine. Her cunt clamped down on him hard. She came again.

There was drool on her lips and he drank it with a kiss. Cassandra's eyes were squeezed shut as his length absolutely destroyed her insides, leaving no room for relaxation. The tension and ecstasy kept building and building and building. There was no stopping it, not as long as Aaron fucked her. He was good. So, so good inside her. Every inch of her insides felt full. All of her body's energy was used to survive this massive fucking horse cock.

Obscene sounds came out of her mouth. Unintelligible and loud, like someone losing their sanity–overwhelmed till they were reduced to a cock-hungry whore unable to live without a massive cock inside her. He was so big and so deep she couldn't understand it. She couldn't comprehend it.

Cassandra had been trained by the best of the best from the day she was born, yet nothing could have prepared her for Aaron Reigner's phallus. How it penetrated her womb and everything in between. How it stuffed her to the brim.

Cassandra was losing herself in a whirlwind of gratification and desire. She wanted more. More. More!

"More!"

Aaron understood immediately and he went faster. Harder. Cassandra's mouth was fixed open as he fucked her. His phallus was ridiculously thick and everytime it entered her body it was like it stretched her pussylips even more.

The time finally came for his own climax. His balls felt like they were on fire as the pressure reached its peak. Cassandra could tell of his impending orgasm and hooked her legs around him. He had no choice but to creampie her.

"If that's what you want," Aaron said before allowing the pressure loose and burying his face in her shoulder. He let out a sigh as he unleashed his third load of the day. Cassandra could feel the thick cream entering her womb. She had never felt so alive and fertile and human until this day–until this massive creampie. His cock throbbed and dumped so much cum it leaked out of her bottled-up pussy, trickling onto the bed.

Aaron sighed once more before straightening up. He withdrew his phallus slowly, feeling her cunt convulse around him, begging him to stay. With a few strong jerks, he plopped out and slapped onto her pussy. A couple drops of cum flowed down to her stomach. He was long and hard still, and unquestionably ready for another round.

Cassandra cracked a smile. So am I, she mouthed. Aaron did not waste a second in flipping her over. Missionary wasn't bad but he wanted to try out doggy. Cassandra was thinking the same as she landed on all fours perfectly and wagged her ass in front of him. A river of thick white cum fell.

He slapped her left ass cheek, wanting to feel how toned it was. Cassandra was silent and seemingly unaffected but her body shifted and Aaron could tell she liked it.

He grabbed a handful of her toned, round booty, then spanked it. This time, Cassandra reacted, a small moan escaping her lips and a splash of his spunk falling down from her cunt. He spanked her three times.

"You like that?" Aaron asked, licking his lips. His seed sloshed inside her and more of it fell. Cassandra's head bobbed up and down, and he spanked her till she was red and his creamy white nut had largely escaped. Her ass was trained. Built to withstand spankings. It wasn't jutting like the other Batgirls but it was still amazing in its own way.

Aaron smiled, readied his throbbing cock, and went back in. There was a slight struggle at first due to his sheer thickness but he powered through.

Cassandra proceeded to get fucked harder than before–harder than she ever imagined. His pelvis slapped her muscled ass in thunderous claps. Countless inches pistoned in and out madly. He was fast and big and completely dominating.

Cassandra was breaking. Every echoing clap another deep spreading of her pussy and womb. Another shock of ecstasy.

Her arms managed to hold her weight upon his aggressive, monstrous rutting. Aaron was, of course, grabbing her hips, making sure Cassandra would keep sliding on his dick. Ten minutes passed but for Cassandra it was like hours. She could feel as her pussy was overrun by the mound of meat, as she clamped down on it. She racked up nearly twenty orgasms, some back-to-back and some longer than a minute. She had never felt this way in her life. It was agonizing and cruel how happy she was.

"I'm cumming!" Aaron announced, unprompted. Cassandra was hanging on by a thread as he flooded her insides with a fresh batch of cum. The warmth and volume caused Cassandra to lose all feeling in her body. She collapsed, her face buried in the mattress and back arching, defeated.

Aaron pulled out and slapped her hard ass one last time. His cum came out of her battered cunt like a white waterfall. Vicious, slow and pure. Her booty was still raised even though her upper body and face were down for the count.

Aaron wiped the sweat off his forehead. Time to clean up.

He cleaned the unconscious Cassandra, taking her to the bathroom and washing her, and then putting her back on the bed. Her figure was hard but quite light. He changed the sheets, of course, and tossed the old ones in the laundry.

'I should probably check on those ninja guys outside,' Aaron thought, sliding on a black t-shirt. 'And move them. Yeah. Don't want them coming here again.'

He peered down the window and saw they were still sleeping in the dumpster. He sighed and went outside to put them in an alleyway a block away. It was close to a ten minute walk and in the blanket of the night he was able to accomplish his task discreetly. Plus, this was Gotham. If somebody had caught a man logging around two ninjas, they would look the other way.

When he returned to his apartment, he sensed a presence behind his unit door. Cassandra, more than likely, seemingly waiting for him. She was like a shadow and if it wasn't for his naturally superior senses he wouldn't have noticed.

He opened the door and as expected he saw Cassandra. But what he didn't expect was for her to be naked and immediately pounce on him, her tongue invading his mouth as she unbuckled his belt. Her modest breasts pressing his chest, arms wrapping his neck as she pushed him closer and drank his saliva.

"H-hey, wait, we just–"

Aaron was cut off as she disappeared from his view. A cold breeze hit his legs as she clawed his pants down and allowed his cock to plop into the world again. He quickly grew hard as her tongue went alongside a particularly long vein of his shaft. Both her hands were pumping him, index fingers failing to connect with their thumbs, desperately trying to bring the monster to its limits.

He reached his full size in a flash and Cassandra simply continued doing what she was doing. Worshipping like he was a god. Her tongue swirled his bulbous tip, tainting the underside and urethra and whatever part was sensitive. She went in circles, fast and making him twitch madly. Her hands worked their magic, small but rotating around his girth and properly serving it.

Aaron knew he couldn't take much more of this. Cassandra was a master of the body. She knew every little weakness of his, no matter how miniscule. Despite knowing each other for only an hour, she gave him a job worthy of the most talented and experienced whore. Her mouth swallowed his glans and an inch of his shaft, relishing in its taste and engulfing it in a ravishing warmth. She tilted her head and moved her tongue along, her mouth small but attempting to pleasure the slab of meat to her best ability. Which, due to her sheer skill and technique, was fantastic.

Aaron's knees buckled. He grabbed her head with a hand, shrewdly making her take more. More, more of his big fat cock, until he pushed back the back of her throat. Cassandra gagged and Aaron immediately pulled out, slightly apologetic. But although he saw a hint of tears at the edge of her eyes, he also saw determination. She took his cock in once more, seemingly ignoring her gag reflex as she took in six, seven inches.

"You're amazing," Aaron moaned. Truly, she was. So needy, so small, yet so adaptable.

Standing at the entrance of his apartment unit, getting his dick sucked, Aaron didn't stop the familiar sensation of a climax. When the time came, he held onto Cassandra tightly and came buckets, very literally bloating her cheeks upon the first five shots of cum. Realizing she couldn't swallow everything, she forcibly hauled his cock out, allowing him to paint her face with sticky gushes of white. First her hair, then her eyes, followed by her cheeks and chin and neck.

Cassandra stuck out her tongue. Aaron took a step back and aimed for her mouth hole, coating her insides white.

A heavy exhale. Aaron blinked, the moment of bliss passing, and glanced down at Cassandra. The girl's face was glazed in his essence and he could hardly recognize her. A flush of embarrassment spread across his face.

"We should get you cleaned up."

Cassandra nodded silently.