Change I // Vicki Vale

Groaning, legs and arms drained, eyes opening and closing with immense weight, Aaron awoke. He lifted his back from the ultra warm mattress, blinked several times, and turned to his right. He saw a blinding figure, seemingly protected from the sun, standing in front of the window.

Cassandra Cain, a.k.a. Kasumi, the Nothing, Black Bat, Orphan, and the fourth Batgirl. He learned a lot about her the past five days. Not just her body but her history as well.

Yes, he spent his entire long weekend fucking her. Five whole days. They had the occasional break, of course, drinking water and ordering food and talking about her life. But once that was done, they were all over each other.

One thing about Cassandra was that she spoke with actions rather than words. For example, she loved to smell him and absorb his odour and natural scent. She was especially addicted to the masculine, enslaving stench of his cock, finding it delicious beyond reason.

On this serene Tuesday morning, she was unexpectedly silent. Well, she was generally a quiet person, but that wasn't what Aaron meant. He could read her body, every little twitch and expression, and understand it to a tee. His gaze went up and down her naked figure and found shivers of anxiety but nothing more.

Having taken in her seventy unique positions, including anal, there wasn't much she could keep from him. If he felt like it, he could fuck her to get what he wanted. He contemplated doing just that but after much thought he decided not to.

"You need to go back to work," Aaron deduced. Cassandra turned the side of her face and smiled faintly. "That's alright. I have to work in about an hour too." He jumped from his bed and stretched his spine. He could feel Cassandra's burning stare at his flaccid cock and lean muscles. Empty pizza boxes were strewn around the room and he stepped over them to reach the bathroom. He stopped as he breached the door. "Care to join me for a warm shower?"

Cassandra blinked from the window to the bathroom in a second. Aaron smiled down at her and the two set foot into the shower stall together. Intended for one person at a time, they didn't have much space to move. Facing each other, his hanging cock lightly touched her stomach. The warm water rained down on them and Aaron felt his hair quickly growing silky wet.

"By the way," Aaron began, "this is not a two hour spiritual meditation. This is going to be an actual shower."

Cassandra grumbled but accepted his terms.

Things were peaceful at first. He and Cassandra worked in perfect sync as they cleaned each other, like they had been dating for years. His fingers stroked her black hair, rinsing it, and applying shampoo. She did the same for him, though he had to lean down. There was a six inch gap in height, after all. It was inconvenient in some ways but convenient in others.

Aaron refused to let impure thoughts taint his body as his hands ran down her body. Beige in tone and rough in certain areas. Scared, trained, muscled, but not ugly. He went down, down, down, and hesitated when he reached the slit of her pussy. The loofah in his hands continued scrubbing, however, passing the test as he finally cleaned her feet.

Aaron nodded to himself and handed the loofah over to Cassandra. The past five days felt like a whirlwind of sex and vulgarity and uncontrollable aggression. He didn't feel like himself. But now, having restrained himself, he was starting to return to his usual rhythm.

Unfortunately, Cassandra had other plans.

He felt a pair of hands envelope his cockhead. He sighed and called out wearily, without looking down, "Cassandra…"

The young woman grinned cheekily. She was very slow, deliberate and teasing. She wanted him to look as she worked his floppy dick. Aaron didn't. Cassandra's hands worked faster. Nevertheless, he remained fixated on the square-patterned ceiling.

"Big balls," she said, smiling wondrously, a hand playing with his sack. Her hands were unable to hold his balls and she found that difference riveting. "Very heavy. Very, very loaded."

Cassandra went on her toes and kissed his chin. That got his attention and he chased her for something deeper. Their lips met in an explosion of warmth, rivulets running down their bodies, gentle hands pumping his third leg.

Their kiss became deeper and deeper till they couldn't stand it. They broke apart, panting heavily, the dripping water from their faces and hairs amplifying their lust for one another. Between his legs, Aaron's dong twitched.

'Fuck it.'

With that, Aaron was back to plowing Cassandra.

Hands and face pressed to the shower window, threatening to break the glass material with every tremendous thrust, Cassandra was in a state of pure bliss. In their time together, Aaron found doggy-style to be his personal favourite and in the shower he simply couldn't describe the feeling. The warm water was so, so pleasant as it hit his skin. Then there was Cassandra's moaning which was erratic, slightly broken and music to his ears.

And to top it all off, he could see it. He could see her face twist and turn and bend in the mirror across.

Cassandra Cain was a living weapon. Built to fight and kill and to do it perfectly. She was built for so much more than just sex. Yet here she was, getting fucked by a massive, thick rod over a foot-long. Ironically, this level of raw mating was only achievable because of her training and accolades. Any other woman would have either gone mad or been left twitching and completely fucked up.

Five days. Cassandra's pussy and legs were sore enough to incapacitate the most seasoned warrior yet she kept going. She never gave up. She resisted, she stood, she took on as much pleasure as she possibly could.

Aaron got excited simply watching. Sometimes, he thrusted from a different angle to test for a new reaction. Would her cunt respond differently? Would it get tighter? Softer? Would she climax?

Aaron was fucking her so hard Cassandra was having trouble standing. The shower glass trembled, as did Cassandra who experienced her twenty-something orgasm in a row. It was sensational. It was toe-curling. She didn't want it to stop.

"I'm almost there," Aaron muttered into her ear. His body on top of hers, he grabbed her breasts, fingers pinching them, then released the coiled sensation in his loaded balls. "I'm cumming, Cass! Fuck! Take it!"

He poured his essence inside her, heaving out a breath. Moaning into her ear, pelvis pressed to her ass, he made certain he was deep enough to paint everything white.

Cassandra started sliding down the glass, shoulders shaking, lips twitching from silent laughter. All the energy in her muscles had dissipated. Luckily, Aaron was already in a position where he was holding her, so he was able to keep her up as he pumped her full of his seed. Every last shot of his sloppy jizz.

Five days and Aaron's loads hadn't lessened in the slightest. Honestly, Aaron was a little curious about his limits. He had fucked Cassandra unconscious over a dozen times, despite the fact she (according to her own words) was supposed to be the epitome of martial arts. Someone who stood at the peak of physical conditioning.

He exhaled, tickling Cassandra's ear, then brought both himself and her upright. She wasn't heavy so he was able to clean her of his cum and carry her to his bed without problem. He was fast and efficient and prepared breakfast while she slept.

'Hopefully not for long.' Aaron checked the clock. 'Thirty minutes till I have to leave the house.'

He must have gone easy on her in the bathroom because she was up in about ten minutes.

"Hey," Aaron greeted. He didn't quirk a brow upon seeing her in her Batgirl attire. After all, he spent many hours ravaging her in it. Plenty of role play and all that.

Still, walking in that skin tight black leather outfit with the yellow-rimmed bat symbol and pointy-shaped mask gave her a mysterious, erotic allure. She sat at the table and immediately started eating. Pancakes and toast with butter and jam. Nothing special yet Cassandra pulled her mask off and ate it as if it was a delicacy.

"Seems like you like it," Aaron commented. Cassandra nodded feverishly. It warmed his heart to see such a pure reaction to his food.

"Very good," Cassandra praised, a long pause between her words. She stuck her fork in a pancake. "Like Alfred's," she added. The Wayne family's butler was Alfred Pennyworth. Aaron wasn't privy to everything about the Bat Family but Alfred was considered a vital point in their operations.

"I have to say: telling me about Batman and Bruce Wayne and all your guys' history is risky." Saying it was risky was the understatement of the century and he wanted her to recognize that. "Really, really risky. I'm just some guy, I'm not special. We haven't even known each other for long. Why tell me?"

Cassandra said nothing. Her hands continued to help her eat. After that, she exhaled quietly and looked at him. "I trust you," Cassandra said, ears blushing red. "Is…that weird?"

"No." Well, yes, but he wasn't going to say that. "I appreciate it. Thank you, Cass. Ah, can I call you Cass?"

She nodded, still blushing, and went back to eating. Aaron inhaled sharply. Pretending that he wasn't moved by her was difficult. It was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to him. Once the two of them were done and the plates were washed, it was time to depart.

Cassandra–now Batgirl–pecked him on the cheek before pulling on her mask, leaping out the window and traversing the rooftops. It was almost dawn. The sun was ready to appear. The blueness of the sky hid her from the prying eyes of the ordinary folks going to work.

Aaron checked the clock again. It was time to head to work.

He pushed past the fact that that was his first kiss. His first time having sex. His first everything. He really did his best to numb the butterflies in his stomach but he couldn't. In his twenty-five years of living, Cassandra was quite possibly the kindest, most selfless person he had ever met and she showered him with said kindness without mercy. She ate his food, complimented him on his physique and personality and the state of his home. She said it was cool. She said it was cozy. She said she wanted to know about the kind of games he played.

The kiss on the check stayed on his mind. Leaving his apartment unit, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't stop thinking about her.

***

Aaron arrived at the Wayne Technology building with a slowness to his steps. He wasn't late but he was bored. Everyday was the same: mundane and tedious.

He worked on the tenth floor's cubicle farm alongside a small team of eight. Each team was assigned a product type and particular floors were given a particular class of technology. For example, floors 10, 11, and 12 were charged with biotech, ensuring the Wayne manufactured products were delivered, traded, and accounted for. The highest floors were where the offices were: the big boys and girls, the managers and directors, the cool office stuff you saw on television. Much of the time of individual contributors, the regular people in the pen of cubicles, were spent communicating with Wayne Enterprises' co-branches: Wayne Biotech, Wayne Chemicals, Wayne Pharmaceuticals, Wayne Industries, Wayne Medical, and of course Wayne Financial.

There was phone calling, lots of yelling, and plenty of coffee. The job itself wasn't difficult. It required a specific set of expertise and knowledge in business and accounting. Luckily for Aaron, he had graduated with double-majors in those exact fields.

The time flew by quickly. Aaron sat in the lunchroom, scrolling through his social medias while drinking coffee and munching on a granola bar.

'Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy on the run, huh? And sightings of ninjas?' He frowned. His lips tasted the sugary meld of coffee. His addiction was temporarily sated and his brain spiked with energy. 'The League of Shadows. That was what Cassandra called them. I feel bad for her. For her own mother to be hunting her down, that's insanely messed up.'

Aaron wondered when he would see her again. Cassandra said she would return once her battle with her mother ended but it was clear she didn't know how long it would take. From the bits and pieces she told, Cassandra's mother was very dangerous.

His ears perked up. A commotion in the main area from the sound of it. Coffee in hand, he headed over.

Everybody had left their cubicles and were crowded in the middle. A middle-aged black woman seemed to be the cause of their attention. There was an air of uncertainty and whispers drenched in anxiety. Aaron snuck in and eavesdropped on two of his coworkers.

"That's Tanya Fox. You know, Lucius Fox's wife? The wife of our CEO? Yep, that's her." His male colleague sounded exasperated. "She's an executive in both Wayne Enterprises and Foxtech. She doesn't do much in terms of decision making but she has a lot of stock in the company."

The second coworker, a woman, summed it up in an envious tone. "In other words, she's a puppet executive and stockholder who does everything her husband tells her to do."

The male colleague snorted. "Bingo."

'Why is she of all people here?' Aaron asked, puzzled. The gossip was genuinely interesting and peculiar. 'No way it's because of me and Cass. I know Lucius Fox is helping the Bat Family but I don't think his wife is…right?'

Aaron simply didn't have enough information. Again, Cassandra told him a lot but not everything. Their five days together was spent less on the dynamics of Batman's operation and more on his dick.

Aaron looked Tanya over. For a woman in her forties, she was quite the beauty. Zero wrinkles on her dark complexion, golden earrings, well-brushed shoulder-length brown hair, and luscious bow-shaped lips.

She wore a white bodycon V-neck dress, professional but bold. Aaron zoned in on her child-bearing hips and that hint of cleavage she showed.

"Is everybody here?" Tanya asked their floor supervisor. The stiff middle-aged man nodded and Tanya took that as a sign to begin her announcement. "I will be the first to say that I am not an entrepreneur like Mr. Wayne nor a leader like my husband. I am a lawyer. I believe in God and I believe in doing good work. This department has made excellent progress in so many ways and I would like to thank each and every one of you for it."

Tanya went on about their accomplishments and their crucial role in Wayne Technologies and the wider economy of Gotham. She kept talking and talking till even Aaron was beginning to lose focus.

"It's the last day of November, the month of Thanksgiving and remembrance. And so, I would like to extend an invitation. In a week's time, on December 6th, we will be hosting a charity. Everybody present will be allowed to attend. There will be food and drinks and much more." Tanya wore a motherly smile. "I hope you will attend. It is a celebration for giving. Not just from the charity but from you."

There was a loud round of applause. The women to his right were whispering about what to wear. A duo to his right were raving about the potential investors and opportunities. Aaron just wanted the day to be over.

Once they had returned to their cubicles, Tanya approached each of them and struck up a conversation. Half-menial and half-professional.

'Honestly, what does the wife of a CEO even do?' Aaron thought to himself. He did a quick search on the internet and confirmed that Tanya was indeed a lawyer but she did very little besides charity work. Tanya and Lucius Fox had married out of love, it seemed, resulting in four kids: two daughters and two sons. The success of the patriarch, however, led to her becoming a part-time housewife and a part-time lawyer.

One name caught his eye: Luke Fox. Cassandra had mentioned him. He was a member of the Bat Family as the second Batwing, the Batman of Africa, but recently took a backseat to his vigilantism.

Aaron peered at Tanya from the corner of his eye. She was laughing and suspiciously close to the young men she was with. 'She seems…strange. Lonely? Hm, I suppose handling not only the company but also Batman Incorporated must be tough on Lucius. That woman is thirsty as hell.'

He didn't think she would cheat on Lucius full on. Her speech spoke volumes about her character. Her bond with religion, her trust in her husband, and her compassion for people. Aaron doubted she would go further than flirting and exchanging looks. That was the kind of woman she was.

"Hello," Tanya said, dark red lips blooming into a smile. "Mr. Reigner, right?"

His name was on his cubicle, thus explaining her faux familiarity. Aaron turned his chair around and replied, "Yes. Aaron Reigner, it's great to finally meet you, ma'am."

She handed him the invitation. "Here. I hope to see you, Mr. Reigner." There was a twinkle in her eye. A spark of lust. He could sense her eyeing him top-to-bottom, lingering on his crotch.

"Thank you, Mrs. Fox." Aaron couldn't help but sound bored and disinterested. "I will make it a priority."

"What do you do at home," she said quite suddenly. "Work out, I presume?"

"I used to back in college. Not much time for it anymore though."

"Really? Could have fooled me." Tanya showcased her brilliant white teeth, smiling delightfully. "You look very fit."

Shoulder leaning on the side of the cubicle, arms across her chest, she seemed professional from the outside. Her gaze said anything but that.

Aaron didn't blink. He was accustomed to these types of stares. Because of his reclusive good looks, from his wavy, unfrazzled black hair to his piercing grey eyes, women tended to stare at him like an animal. Aaron was silent and introverted so there wasn't any conversation, only admiration from afar.

"You too," Aaron said, indifferent. She was hot, a real MILF, but as great a fuck as she would be Aaron wasn't stupid. Fucking the wife of his company's CEO spelled disaster. Literal career-suicide. Twenty-five years down the drain. Tanya seemed to get the hint.

"Next time, then, Mr. Reigner."

With that, she went off to the next person and Aaron went back to work. Typing on the keyboard rapidly and precisely and without needing to look down. Aaron was good at office work, hence why he did it.

The clock ticked. His peers talked and worked. Aaron took a sip of his coffee. The fourth cup today. Eventually, his floor supervisor decided they should go and celebrate Tanya Fox's invitation. Aaron wasn't too keen on going but unfortunately everybody was attending. It would look weird if he was the only person declining.

His legs urged him to go home but alas his coworkers were pressing him to join. The taxi was crowded and the smell of overworked office workers made his nose crinkle.

'The drinks better be good.'

The restaurant was pretty fancy. Called the Human Disciple, their department came here at least once a week. The alcohol was great and the atmosphere was greater. Plenty of tables, sexy waitresses, and cheap prices.

His supervisor stood up and whooped, "On the house!"

"You mean the company?" said a coworker.

"Whatever!"

The mugs came. Cheeks flushed red and stale minds went erratic. There was cheering and cat-calling and whatever the hell else that happened when men and women got drunk.

Wanting a modicum of peace, Aaron headed over to the bar. The bartender was shaking a drink and eyed him with a question.

"Tequila with lime, please." Aaron wasn't a heavy drinker–not that he couldn't consume large amounts of alcohol, only that he didn't want to. It was too much of a chore.

Aaron was alone while sipping on the small wine glass and he liked it that way. But of course peace was only temporary. He heard someone taking a seat to his right, despite the fact that every other seat was empty.

Gorgeous long red hair and stunning green eyes. A snow white dress revealing her back and emphasizing her breasts. She was sexy, she was crest-fallen, and she ordered the strongest wine on the menu without blinking. All strange on their own but more strangely was the nagging feeling that he recognized her. This voluptuous redhead languidly trying to waste herself, despite Aaron having never touched such curves in his life.

'Right, right, this woman is–'

"Hello, stranger," the redhead beauty greeted, unprompted. "Name?"

"Aaron Reigner."

"Vicki Vale."

Aaron showed no change in expression despite his inner turmoil. Vicki Vale, famous reporter of the Gotham Gazette. Correction–the most famous reporter in Gotham history. The stories revolving around her and Bruce Wayne practically wrote themselves. Some called her a skank and cheat, others considered her resourceful. Regardless, she created results. Aaron admired that.

"Not the reporter?" Aaron asked, half-joking.

"Definitely the reporter." Vicki took a sip of her wine. "Reporting back from another disappointing high-class function."

He wished he could act like he cared. Unfortunately, his social skills weren't up to that level yet and he offered two words of consolidation. "I see."

He regretted the dicey moment of silence that came afterwards. This was precisely the reason he considered himself an introvert. He could keep his vocal chords stable and flat but could never make them function beyond the bare minimum.

"You busy tonight?" Vicki asked with a sudden edge. This time, Aaron knew exactly what she was saying and what to say back.

"Not particularly." He glanced at her from his peripheral vision. "Is Vicki Vale usually this easy?"

"No, just tonight." She huffed and swirled her glass. "I haven't been with a man in years."

Aaron blinked, a tug at his lips and pride. "Hopefully I don't disappoint."

'Okay, relax. The alcohol is making you more arrogant than usual.' He could feel the warm flush in his cheeks. He was tipsy but whether that was a good or bad thing was to be seen.

There was a spark in her eye as she looked at him, smirking. "Think you can do better than Bruce Wayne and those other rich men?"

What a weak taunt. Aaron nearly snorted as he replied, "Maybe."

Vicki stood up sensually, making sure he saw her figure rise. With her fancy heels, she was almost as tall as him. Vicki winked. "I'll be waiting outside."

Aaron watched as she strutted away, her perfect, heart-shaped buns pronounced by her white dress. He had to forcibly drag his gaze away to his loud, drunken coworkers to break its hypnotic spell. "Money is on them," he told the bartender before chasing after her.

They called a taxi. As soon as they got in Vicki put a hand on his thigh. She smiled, green eyes dancing with mischief as she slowly started rubbing. Aaron didn't let it affect him, however. He gave her a blank stare, denying her self-satisfaction. Vicki frowned and drew close enough to kiss him.

"Save it for when we're at your place," Aaron suggested in a low murmur. Vicki smirked.

"Of course…sir."

315 Poni Court. That was her address. It was a twenty minute drive from the Human Disciple in a part of Gotham considered to be well-off. A sleek, black townhouse fitting the gothic style of the city yet managing to add strokes of modernity.

Aaron handed the taxi driver a handsome tip. He exited the car first and offered the dressed woman a gentlemanly hand. She accepted and the two made their way to her door.

The second they were inside, Aaron was pinned to the wall, lips captured by a sweet strawberry taste. He felt her knee press against his crotch.

"I've had a baaaad day today. I am going to empty your balls till they're the size of raisins."

She pressed voluptuously against him and deepened the kiss. Aaron ignored his surprise as her tongue invaded his mouth, licking his saliva, devouring him. His own tongue started lashing but Vicki possessed a dash of skill and experience Aaron couldn't quite keep up with. She was so close and smelled so fucking good that Aaron wanted rip himself from her grip, tear her dress off, and fuck her.

But for now he let her have her fun; allowed her to believe she was in control as their figures melded and they came closer. They were intoxicated and wanting more. Her hands released him and wandered over his waist, unbuckling his belt.

"Fuck…" Vicki moaned, splitting from him for a brief moment. "You're an amazing kisser, Mr. Reigner."

Lips wet, eyes cloudy with arousal, and her hands unzipping his pants, Aaron realized it was time.

He slipped one arm around her hips and another behind her, hugging her tightly and refusing to break apart. In a whirlwind of lust and passion and aggression, they made it to her bedroom. Kissing, groping, tongues swirling inside each other, tearing Aaron's clothes off. He was left shirtless, coat and dress shirt gone, and his pants fully open.

Vicki's hands slithered all over his chest, going from his lean abs to his shoulders, before slinging around his neck to keep him to herself.

Aaron's hands went lower and grabbed Vicki's ass cheeks. Immediately he felt a difference between her and Cassandra. Where the assassin was firm, Vicki was heart-shaped and soft. Even through the dress, he found himself holding her ass cheeks madly like an animal.

Vicki broke away from him, green eyes shimmering, and dragged him to her bed. It was king-sized and large enough to fit perhaps five people. Aaron fell on his back as Vicki straddled him and continued to make out with him. Their laboured breathing drowned out the annoyance of the city night.

Eventually, Vicki felt something touch her rear. She broke off from him, smirking, and touched the massive lump. He could see the surprise flickering in her eyes, the sheer weight and size certainly above her lofty expectations.

Vicki tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and proceeded to go down, down, down, face on top of his unbuttoned pants. She licked her lips and pulled his pants down with assistance from Aaron. Her mouth watered and she stared at the incredible bulge with trembling hands.

Vicki swallowed, grabbed his boxers, and pulled them down. His cock sprung out and slapped his stomach before bouncing into place. Pointing upwards, mostly hard, and larger than Vicki could have ever guessed.

"That's…amazing," she muttered, red lips rounded in an O-shape. "It's…"

"Bigger than you're used to," Aaron suggested, slightly amused. He lifted himself with his elbows, observing her reactions, and kicked his boxers to the side. Totally naked, he decided to sit against the bed's wide headboard. Vicki's eyes never left his cock. Aaron found himself growing stiffer. Seeing her gobsmack expression in that sexy white dress was exhilarating. He couldn't wait to tear the expensive fabric off her. But right now he wanted service.

Vicki met his gaze, excited as she was nervous and crawled up to his throbbing white dick. His nude body was glorious. Perfect. She breathed on his phallus raggedly, eyes engulfed by its size and veins.

"I've seen many dicks but never one as big as this." Her gentle fingers attempted to wrap themselves around it but failed miserably. There was quite a bit of space remaining between her thumb and index finger, highlighting how astonishingly girthy he was. "I'm surprised this thing hasn't made headlines."

Vicki estimated it was nearly triple Bruce Wayne's size in both length and thickness. To think they were the same organ was absurd in the keen reporter's distorted eyes. There was just no question about it, Aaron dwarfed the billionaire playboy. She started pumping, slow and deliberate and watching Aaron's reaction. He did not make a peep.

Aaron could read Vicki's mind like an open book.

Most big dicks can't last long...

Or:

Shouldn't something this massive be more floppy? That's what they say online...

All theory, no experience. That was all Aaron needed to know.

"Is this all the legendary Vicki Vale has?" Aaron taunted, arms behind his head. "I heard you had a train ran on you. Ten guys, all rich and famous. I expected more."

She glared at him. His remark was nothing more than a wild rumour but judging by the intensity in her eyes it had some truth to it. Her mouth swallowed his bulbous head and the familiar warmth of a blowjob sent jolts. Vicki was much more experienced and skilled than Cassandra. While the Batgirl was naturally talented and a supremely fast learner, Vicki was a professional. She was able to deepthroat nearly eight inches of his cock, her head bobbing up and down as if she didn't have a gag reflex.

Aaron groaned as she took in another inch. 'No, she definitely lost her gag reflex. Fuck…'

He threw his head up, feeling her tight throat wringing his throbbing cock. She was relentless too, never breaking contact with his fat cock, despite how it stretched her mouth wide. His jibe must have really gotten to her because Aaron was half-convinced she worked as a prostitute with how mobile and deep she was.

His hands were on her head before he knew it, fingers silking through her fiery hair. She went up and down, up and down, her saliva coating half his length. He could feel himself edging closer and closer to release. Vicki could feel it as well with the tremble of his cock in her throat.

While the upper half of his cock was contained, the lower half was being serviced by her hands. It was honestly pretty pathetic seeing her tiny hands trying to pump his girthy beast. To be fair, Vicki wasn't a small woman. She stood at a model-like five-foot-eight which was statistically above average. The same applied to her hands, they were larger than Cassandra's. He could feel the difference.

The problem, however, was Aaron's cock. It was simply too big. All notions of averages and sizes went out the window with his mighty phallus.

So when Aaron finally reached his peak and cum began to bubble out, Vicki was caught completely by surprise. With a single powerful shot, her eyes went wide and a waterfall of white cream fell from her mouth. She pulled back, sucking solely on his engorged and endlessly pulsating tip. Swallowing and swallowing and swallowing–

"Mmmph!"

But she simply could not keep up. The volume, the intensity, the sheer throbbing of his mushroom head. Her cheeks bloated and his cock erupted out of her mouth, spewing its last ropes of seed. His balls tingled and Aaron was tempted to grab her skull and shove his dick inside. Unfortunately, the tiny shred of logic inside his blank mind told him that would be dangerous. Hurtful even. She was still in her dress and he still hadn't fucked her yet.

Gasping, Vicki found herself looking up at his orgasm. By the time he was done it was difficult to tell apart his cum and her dress, both so white and pure that it genuinely complimented her figure. Vicki was exhausted, huffing and puffing like her life depended on it. Yet she was intrigued and scooped a bit of his spunk from her hair, tapping it onto her tongue. She blinked as she chewed through it.

She met Aaron's gaze again. The man was smiling but she couldn't decipher the emotion on him.

"You're…bloody crazy," Vicki said, panting and smiling. Her eyes flickered from his towering erection to his attractive face.

"Am I doing well?"

The smile on her face couldn't be more satisfied. "You're worth more than ten men, I can say that much." A giggle. She pulled on her dress and leaned back. "Let me get cleaned up first."

She came in and out of the bathroom before he knew it. No towel, no bathrobes, only her bare naked form. The moment the bathroom door opened, the smell of roses hit his nose. It nearly petrified him.

As a reporter, as a woman, she kept herself in mint condition and it showed. Her boobs were D-cups and round with a small bounce to them too. Her nipples were red and small even on her large breasts. And of course her hips and curves were fantastic, the gleam from the room light making her akin to a goddess.

Vicki smirked as she walked up to him seductively, eyeing his still erect cock while licking her lips.

"At this rate, I really will have to write a piece about it." She flicked her fiery hair to the side. "That thing never goes down, does it? I would suggest a condom but I doubt there's a condom in Gotham that'll fit you."

She was right. He tried putting on the XXL sized condoms she kept in her drawer but the material ripped before he could fully roll it down his length. He was too thick, the immense volume of his dong surpassing whatever expectations the producers had.

But Aaron didn't bother explaining his plight. Once she was close in, he grabbed her and pushed to the bed. Vicki half-expected him to shove his long, girthy cock inside her and there was a moment of panic. But rather than hot rod prodding her, there was a soft sensation between her legs.

"Ah! Ah!"

Aaron was eating her out, tongue lashing her inside. Vicki squirmed and let out an embarrassingly loud gasp. Her legs were still a little moist from her shower but as he worked his magic her pussy started to get wet in a different way. He lapped up her hot juices quickly and without mercy.

Aaron was good at eating pussy. Very, very good. His five day fuck-fest with Cassandra was more than just him sticking his dick inside. He experimented, he trained his tongue, he worked his fingers. He went from a naturally talented virgin to a fully realized sex god.

Vicki's legs wrapped around his head as he spelled the alphabet. A simple trick yet with his swift motions and rapid transitions it became so much more.

"Oh, oh! Ah! I'm–"

He switched her clit, red as it was, and teased its underside. Slow and sharp at first, then bursting in intensity.

"W-wait, I'm–ah! I'm–"

Vicki cut herself short as an orgasm erupted. She didn't squirt but a trickle of fluids did trail out of her pussy which he lapped up. Her body trembling, her mind reeling, Aaron pulled back.

Once again, she was out of breath, though rather than from a blowjob or a french kiss it was from Aaron's personal technique.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Aaron asked cockily. Vicki couldn't answer, spreading her legs for him. Her cheeks red and her chest rising rapidly, she begged him for his cock.

"Please. Please," Vicki begged. "Aaron Reigner, fuck me already."

Aaron slapped his cock on her stomach. The loud sound made her eyes go wide. He had never seen a woman experience so much turbulence in one second. She thought she was ready but upon seeing his massive erection again she had doubts. It was perhaps larger than her forearm, going well past her navel. Flat on her back, exposed and vulnerable, she could only take.

"Be gentle," Vicki muttered.

Aaron nodded and eased himself in. It became very apparent just how much he was stretching her out with the first inch. The tip was barely in yet Vicki felt like a virgin all over again.

"Ah…ah~!"

A tingle went up her back as his tip was lodged in. His throbbing cock disappeared and Vicki held her sheets in a vice grip, back arching slightly. She stared at the ceiling, seeing stars.

So much cock, so much pain and pleasure and–

"Ohh!"

Exhilaration. Fuck, she didn't how he did it but in spite of his near inhumane size Aaron managed to make it feel good. Really, really good.

She gasped. All of a sudden, she threw her head back and moaned shamelessly. Barely four inches in and Aaron got her to reach an orgasm. It was like a sign. He went deeper. He kept going deeper.

"N-no, wait–"

Vicki tried to protest but a moan left her lips. He was so massive and full, every sensitive spot she had in her pussy was activated.

Vicki's walls were warm and reactive. Aaron felt like his cock was getting suckled. She was looser than Cassandra, yes, but when she clamped down she clamped down hard. Like right now, during this chain of orgasms she was experiencing, her pussy was fucking tight. But then it would rest and pause and Aaron would go deeper again.

It took five whole orgasms before Aaron was fully sheathed in her. Vicki was panting like a wanting dog. She was waiting, eyes glazed and unfocused but wanting his dick all the same. Her complexion shining from sweat, her tits perky.

Aaron hovered over her face, a breaths away from a kiss. Smirking, he started thrusting. Vicki's breath hitched. Aaron went hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out rapidly. Vicki could feel him tearing up her insides–rearranging her guts with every thrust.

"God–fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Aaron hooked his arms around her legs and forcibly dragged her body into his cock, his hips in sync with her moving body. Vicki was once again at his complete mercy. "You're…yoooou're soo….fucking–ah! Deep! Fuuuuck! Fuck!"

"You want me to go deeper!?"

She arched her back, breasts raised and emphasized. Aarons released her thighs and leaned down to suck on them.

"N-no, you can't–any deeper and I'll break! I'll fucking break!"

Aaron didn't move as his tongue swirled her nipples, going left to right. She was receiving shock after shock, but with his warm rod resting, it was a few levels down from before. Calming down, somewhat slowing her breath, she tried to speak.

Only for Aaron to start fucking her again. She gasped. He went faster than he did before. His giant cock surprised her pussylips with an explosive burst of power and speed. Her womb was nearly demolished with fast he went.

"W-w-wait–ah! Oh! Oh! Oooh~!"

Vicki was in a different world. Eyes nearly rolled back and hands laid out as if trying to spread her body for his big, fat cock to properly fit in. Every time he went in it was like he went deeper and deeper. Vicki had been with many men in her lifetime but nothing compared to what Aaron was giving her. It was like comparing a tiny spark of fire to an explosive, city-wide firework. Her cunt felt small in face of his burly phallus.

She didn't know how many orgasms she blitzed through. All she knew was that it was too much for her poor mind. It was like she was faced with a–

"Ooh~! A-Aaron! Aaaroon~! Mhwah! Hah! Gah! More! Mo–! F-fu–! Love! Cock! Cock~♡! A-Aaroon~♡!"

–with a god. A man who reigned over the tight cunts of Gotham.

But really, all Aaron was doing was fucking her. And he was doing it so much better than her previous partners–a hundred times better. Her spirit couldn't handle it.

Ten minutes of raw pummeling. Ten minutes of Vicki moaning and begging for him to either stop or go harder. Her cunt squeezed on his girth. Aaron's balls practically rumbled.

"Here! I'm cumming!" Aaron announced, grinning. "Take it!"

Vicki didn't even respond. Her body shook as he shot his load. Heavy blasts of cum filling her up and causing her to snap to full attention with a startling gasp.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's too much! Aaron! Fuuuuck!"

Vicki's vocabulary had melted to his name and obscenities. Quite pathetic for an esteemed reporter.

"Aaron! Aaron! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My womb! Fuck! I feel so–! Good! It's so good! It's so GOOD! So deep! FUUUUCK~!"

Aaron jammed himself inside, making sure every bit of his spunk was inside. It didn't take long given the boisterous nature of his cumshots and how deep he was. Even then, his cum trickled out from the edges of her lodged pussy and he extracted his long hog expeditiously.

It took a bit of strength and time since there was some last second throbbing and ropes, but he was finished when he slapped his cock on her stomach. Judging by the swirls in her pupils, the drool falling from the corner of her mouth, and her body-wide twitching, it was clear she was out for the count.

"Vicki?" Aaron called out. Nothing. She was definitely unconscious. A semi-transparent trickle of cum rolled down on her stomach.

Aaron was disappointed. He knew she was no Cassandra but he wanted her to have lasted at least two rounds. Missionary sex wasn't bad but not the best either. Not to mention her blazing orange hair. He wanted to use them as reigns.

Aaron sighed. 'What a waste of a heart-shaped ass. I should have held back.'