Aaron Reigner was not a premature ejaculator. No sir.
"Cumming, ngh."
Unless it was Cassandra he was fucking. In which, his record over the course of a night was ninety-seven seconds.
The room was quiet except for the sound of skin slapping against skin, breaths sharp and shallow, and the occasional creak of the bed under their weight. Cassandra's thighs tightened around Aaron's hips, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him with relentless intensity. Her movements were controlled, deliberate, and fast—too fast for Aaron to keep up. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he tried to match her rhythm, but she was in charge now, and she wasn't slowing down.
Back arched, tots out, and both her hands squeezing and kneading his ballsack. She really brought the term "baby batter" to life.
"Cass," he managed to say, grunting, "you're… you're going to—"
But Cassandra didn't care. Her lips curled into that same cute smile, her emerald eyes locked on his as she pressed her boobs flat on his chest. Only her booty was working his cock. From the blessed view, he could see her insane arch.
Of fuck. Oh god.
"It's almost thirty seconds~!" Her hips slammed down harder, forcing his cock deep inside her, and Aaron let out a low, guttural groan. His body tensed, his control slipping with every torturous thrust.
"Fuck, Cass—"
Cassandra giggled, her ass cheeks dropping down hard and fast.
"Quickshot?"
Quickshot indeed. He grabbed a bunch of her ass cheeks, railed his cock deep inside her, caused an ahegao, and nutted. Cassandra could only enjoy the gush of thick he served up every single time. Consistency was one thing. But to cum more and more with every load was asinine. Aaron never lessened, never faltered.
Breasts flat down on her man. Balls pressed fully to his woman.
Paradise.
Cum was leaking out of her pussy, overflowing and bubbling.
"Haaah…"
But you know Cassandra. You know Aaron. They did not stop after one or two loads.
She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs for balance, and rocked her hips. She was slow and teasing. Smiling and giggling. Cum was still leaking from her cunt to his balls.
Aaron's jaw clenched, his hands gripping the sheets. But it was no use. Ten seconds. Ten fucking seconds. Cassandra's tight, warm folds were milking him, her relentless pace driving him closer and closer to the edge. "I… I can't," Aaron grunted and gasped. "Cass, I'm going to— fuck—"
She blinked rapidly. "Oh?" She leaned forward. Damn tight! "New record?"
New record.
And just like that, he did. With a loud, guttural groan, Aaron's cock pulsed inside her, his viscous nut flooding her in thick, hot waves. Cassandra's sharp cry echoed through the room as she felt him cum, her own body shuddering with pleasure as she came with him. When it was over, they were both breathless, their bodies trembling from the aftershocks. So many orgasms, so much effort. Cassandra collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged but a smug smile on her lips. Aaron lay beneath her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
But her booty was already moving, her lips trailing down his chest. Aaron's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets as her ass grinded and worked his cock.
"Ready for round three?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his lip.
Aaron's response was a low, guttural groan. He wouldn't have it any other way.
He lasted forty-seven seconds for that third round.
"Fuuuck!"
A good ol' American pie.
A hand in her short black hair, Cassandra gave a peace sign and a grin.
***
Eiko had a personal gym at her hot spring. As VIPS, they were allowed access anytime. It had no ceiling which meant the sun bore down on them. The early morning air too, which was crisp. The equipment was both modern and primal.
And in the middle of it all?
Cassandra Cain, stark naked, doing push-ups like she was trying to prove gravity wrong.
Aaron Reigner, equally naked but significantly less active, stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her like she was an art exhibit labeled LOOK BUT DO NOT TOUCH. Cassandra took her training very, very seriously. Pregnancy, sickness, or even an intense patrol the night before, she always worked out.
The only exception was sex. Which they were done with now. So…
'Fuck…'
PAAG—Phat Ass Asian Girl. She wasn't quite that fat but she really, reeeally wanted to, she could. Aaron Reigner's flaccid cock twitched.
His expression? Cool, calm, unreadable.
His inner thoughts? Damn.
His cock? Fucking rising.
Cass had always been an athletic marvel, a weapon shaped by years of brutal training. But seeing it all without the usual barriers of clothing? Well. Aaron was a composed man, but even he had limits. He had the biggest fucking boner. Fourteen inches of raw white cock that he could not sling around without gravity wanting to bring it down and make it nod.
Currently, Cass had transitioned into one-armed push-ups, her lean, muscular frame moving with effortless control. Her back flexed, each ripple of muscle proof of the years she had spent turning herself into an apex predator.
Aaron exhaled through his nose. "Is this the training you were talking about?"
Cassandra did not not break form. "Yes."
"So what exercises specifically?"
She switched arms and continued. "Special squats."
Special squats. Aaron shook his head, amusement flickering in his usually stoic eyes. Cassandra finished her set and sprang up effortlessly, rolling her shoulders. Her ass cheeks were there again. He exhaled and a drip of pre-cum fell to the floor. Back to the walls, arms crossed, and his erection gargantuan and nearly impossible to ignore. A monster cock that no woman could handle.
Cassandra front-flipped over to the pull-up bar. Aaron's eyes followed. Her ass jiggled ever so slightly. It was that toned.
He had seen this woman fuck and squeeze his monster cock without breaking a sweat, but somehow, this—watching her train, completely exposed—was equally as hot and erotic. His dick was struggling not to nut right then and there. His big ass dick was throbbing and shaking that much. Just by her exercising and sweating.
She jumped up, gripping the bar, and began pulling herself up at a controlled, steady pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her abs? Perfect. Her arms? Flawless. The way she moved? Like poetry written in violence.
Aaron wasn't one for poetry. But damn if he wasn't appreciating the art.
"Am I doing good," Cassandra asked between reps.
Aaron didn't even blink. "You're doing phenomenal."
Cass effortlessly transitioned into a hanging leg raise, her core tightening as she lifted her legs straight up. She held the position for a moment before lowering them slowly. Then she flipped herself over so that she was facing him.
Hanging leg raise again.
Pussy right there.
Cassandra had her eyes closed. She didn't know. In any other circumstance, she would have smelled or heard the cum dripping from his dick. But she was focused. Focused in a way where the world did not matter.
Up, down, up, down, up, down. She was going fast. Faster, faster, faster…!
'I might cum just by watching her.'
Cassandra suddenly stopped and opened her eyes. She hopped off, the balls of her feet like a ballerina and making zero sound. Even Aaron with his superhuman senses heard nothing. No wonder she could sneak up on Batman and Superman. His girl was amazing.
"You cum fast."
And also blunt. She front-flipped till her hand touched the tip of his giant cock. She cocked her head while her hand gently stroked the monster cock.
"Excuse me?"
"Faster than before," Cassandra said. "Watch."
She took one step forward, crossing fourteen inches and reaching the base of his cock with her grip. Her hand went down and suddenly started teasing his balls, fingers raking up and down…
She turned fully toward and her other hand started jerking him from base to tip. Aaron's knees buckled and his dick dick went crazy. "W-wait…!" Reddening, dripping with cum, and—
"Fuck!"
"See?" The moment he thought he was about to cum, she stopped and looked. "See? Super fast."
"S-so?" Aaron was flushing red, although not out of embarrassment. "You've always made me cum fast and I've done the same to you."
"Mhm! But, before I was doing it with experience and talent. I was looking at you, scanning your microexpressions and muscles, and acting accordingly. Slowly, I learned. And now…" Cassandra leaned up, her breath hot on his face. "I know exactly what to do."
"Someone gave you advice?"
"Mhm."
In that moment, the door to the gym opened up and in echoed a sound Aaron did not think he would hear from anyone but himself. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! The sound of a meaty schlong slapping against a thigh.
"Ah, Mrs. Cain. It seems you beat us here, just like yesterday."
A tall black man entered the gym room. Aaron's eyes narrowed while Cassandra brightened.
'That guy…'
Knowledge from the Collective Unconscious flooded him. He knew who this was.
"Calvin!" Cassandra waved at him with an arm. "Hi!"
Kalel of Earth-23, also known as Calvin Ellis, or best known as the paragon of power and dignity—Superman. Even without his suit, he embodied the very essence of Superman—a black man sculpted by the forces of a world that demanded excellence from him at all times. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest displayed the strength of a being who has lifted entire realities upon his back. Every muscle was defined, every sinew a testament to Kryptonian perfection.
The black brother was hung too.
His rich, dark skin gleamed under the sunlight, unmarred and unshaken, like a living statue carved from onyx. The sheer power in his physique was undeniable—his arms thick with strength, his core impossibly tight, legs built to launch him into the sky with the force of a god. And yet, there was an ease to him, a regal composure that reminded everyone in his presence that he was not merely a warrior but a leader.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Even standing nude and walking with a swinging dick, Calvin was commanding. He did not shrink. He did not flinch. Because why would he? He was President Superman, the leader of a world, the guardian of many, and the head of the Justice League Incarnate.
Beside him, equally nude, was a young Japanese male. Somebody Aaron had seen here before—Toyman or in this case, Hiro Okamura. The scrawny, Japanese teen looked downright tiny compared to Calvin.
"Cassandra, hi." A shy smile and greeting from him. It became clear what was happening here: Hiro and Kalel had been her gym friends. Toyman and Superman taught her some lessons on how to please a man.
If he were any other man, the conclusion would not be:
'Huh, Cass made friends. That's great.'
Insecurity and jealousy and mistrust just didn't exist in their relationship. The chances of Cassandra Cain fucking another man was zero. Her pussy was tamed. Her womb was conquered. Her heart was stolen. Those dumb moments in fiction where misunderstandings occurred did not happen here. Aaron was happy to greet them alongside Cassandra.
"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me," Hiro murmured upon seeing Aaron and his bobbing monster erection.
"Hello, hello!" Cassandra skipped over, smiling and waving her hands. "Good to see you two again!"
Three nude men, one nude woman.
Calvin's gaze dipped down. He blinked rapidly and crossed his arms. "Sorry if we were…intruding."
Hiro Okamura—popping a four inch boner upon seeing Cassandra.
Calvin—seven inches flaccid and arms crossed.
Aaron Reigner—fourteen inches of throbbing cock.
Everybody knew the alpha here. The biggest cock in the room. The great Superman of Earth 23 had his lips set in the flattest line ever. He was intimidated.
"Calvin Ellis." Yet he offered a hand. "You must be Cassandra's boyfriend. I've been spotting her these last couple days."
"Thank you, I appreciate that."
Hands were exchanged. Cocks were silently compared.
BBC vs BWC. There was one clear victor.
"Even Calvin looks tiny," Hiro murmured. Oh, sure, one was flaccid and the other wasn't, it was nonetheless clear who was bigger and better. Seven inches versus fourteen inches? Come on, he was literally half that of Aaron. He was NOT catching up.
"This is the first time I've encountered someone more hung than me. Ms. Cain must be a happy woman."
Indeed, everyone in the room knew that if Calvin and Hiro tried fucking her, Cassandra would giggle. When Aaron saw her eyes and examined the other cocks, he read her mind and heard…nothing good. For Cassandra, these cocks were so tiny and cute that there was hardly a fleeting thought.
"Told you," Cassandra said. "He has a waaay bigger dick than you, Calvin. You don't really compare."
Cassandra bent over, looking at the flaccid black schlong. "Seven inches…it's pretty cute."
Calvin…
Calvin laughed. "This is the first time any woman has called my physique. It appears the phrase, 'There is always a bigger fish in the pond' is true!"
Calvin was chill. He did not mind being utterly outclassed. Why? Because he was Superman. He was a good man. A president. A man with pride in himself.
Then there was Hiro. To pop a boner in front of a taken girl was embarrassing. Except he was tiny so no one cared.
"So, um, are you going to need help spotting or…?"
"No, I'm done for today." Cassandra looped her arm around Aaron's. "We're going on a date. To the mall!"
"Good luck," Calvin said with a smile. "If you need advice, you know where to find me."
Calvin gave firm nods and went over to the weights. Aaron eyed him discreetly.
'What is the leader of the Justice League Incarnate even doing here?'
"Come, come." Cassandra tugged at his arm. "Let's go, go, go!"
Aaron figured he would have time for that later. Today, he had a date with his girl.
***
Ahh, Japan.
A tourist attraction with pretty lights, food, and Shibuya 109, the iconic tower of trendsetting fashion in Tokyo, glittered under the midday sun. The building's sleek, cylindrical design was adorned with giant, colorful advertisements for the latest styles. The air was alive with the chatter of fashionable shoppers weaving in and out of the revolving glass doors, their arms weighed down with bags stuffed with streetwear, designer brands, and daring outfits. Inside, the hum of pop music blasted from every shop, blending with the murmur of excited conversations. Neon lights framed the window displays of boutique stores on every level, where mannequins posed in outfits meant to turn heads.
"Three inches. Two inches. Two inches—"
Sigh.
"Three inches," she murmured under her breath, her gaze darting briefly toward a man in a slim-fit suit rushing past them.
Aaron sighed, his expression unreadable but for the faintest flicker of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Cass, what did I say about checking sizes?"
"Two inches," Cassandra continued, undeterred, her voice sing-songy. Her gaze flicked again, this time to a younger guy holding a shopping bag with a logo in bright kanji. "Ooh, one inch."
Suddenly, Cassandra turned to him. Her dress fluttered. "Japan—" Her arms went out. "Small dick."
Theeen she made a small-penis sign. Aaron softly grabbed her hand and intertwined it with his own.
"...thank god we're not in Korea. Let's just go."
"Smol."
"Please don't say that too loudly."
"Sorry."
Aaron and Cassandra strolled through the corridors of Shibuya 109. The throngs of shoppers, the kaleidoscope of fashion displays, and the energetic beat of pop music created a sensory overload that was uniquely Tokyo.
Cassandra, in her light, flowy summer dress, moved with a grace that caught Aaron's eye every time he glanced at her. The dress, adorned with delicate cherry blossom patterns, seemed to float around her as she walked. The soft fabric clung gently to her form, swaying with her every step, the hem dancing around her knees. Thin spaghetti straps framed her shoulders,
"It's really hot today," Cassandra remarked.
"Mm." Aaron agreed.
"Hmm…"
He didn't think much of her hums. Why would he? That was how Cassandra was, quiet and to-the-point. Never in a million years did he expect her to reach under her dress and began to slide her panties down her legs.
'Wait, is she…braless?'
Aaron's heart raced and his cock twitched in his pants as he watched her. The surrealness of the situation was just sinking in. Her expression remained calm and unbothered, as if she were merely adjusting a shoe. She bent slightly, lifting each foot in turn to step out of the lacy, light blue panties, the same colour as her dress. The delicate fabric slipped down her toned legs and pooled around her ankles.
A few passersby noticed what was happening, their eyes widening in surprise and a few murmurs of disbelief and amusement rippling through. Cassandra straightened up and held the panties in her hand and without missing a beat, she placed them into Aaron's hand, her fingers lingering for a brief moment on his palm.
"Here," she said simply and matter-of-fact.
He looked down at the panties in his hand. "Cassandra, you—"
Without waiting for a response, Cassandra skipped away, her dress fluttering behind her. She moved with a lightness that belied the unusual nature of what had just happened, completely unbothered by the attention they had garnered.
Aaron quickly stuffed the panties into his pocket.
Cassandra continued her skipping exploration of Shibuya 109, eventually making her way to a row of vending machines nestled against a colorful wall. The machines were a marvel of Japanese ingenuity, offering an array of drinks, snacks, and even small toys and gadgets. The bright LED screens and sleek designs stood in stark contrast to the few, often outdated vending machines back in Gotham.
"Sheesh."
"Hm…"
Humming again and crouched down, Cassandra checked the vending machines one by one.
"In Gotham, you barely see any vending machines," Aaron remarked, looking at the array of choices. "And when you do, they're old and half the time don't even work."
Cassandra nodded, her eyes scanning the options. "Gotham is... broke. Not like this."
Aaron chuckled. "Yep, and even when you find a vending machine in Gotham, it's usually filled with just soda and chips. Look at this one—tea, coffee, juice, water, even hot drinks."
Cassandra pressed her face close to the glass, her curiosity piqued. "What to choose..."
She returned to her full height, only to bend over. As she bent over to get a better look at the lower rows, her summer dress lifted, revealing that she was indeed not wearing any panties. Aaron noticed a middle-aged salaryman standing behind them, his eyes wide and fatigue momentarily forgotten as he stared at Cassandra's ass.
Aaron quickly assessed the situation, reading the man's thoughts as clearly as if they were written on his face. The man, dressed in a crumpled suit and carrying a briefcase, looked exhausted, the weight of long hours and little rest etched into his features. But now, for this brief moment, he was utterly captivated, a small spark of joy lighting up his weary eyes.
Aaron decided to let it slide.
Cassandra, oblivious to the scene behind her, finally made her choice. She inserted a coin, pressed a button, and a bottle of cold green tea tumbled down into the dispenser. Aaron selected a canned coffee, curious to try one of Japan's famous vending machine brews.
As Cassandra straightened up, she handed Aaron the bottle of tea. "Here. Try."
Aaron took the tea, offering her the coffee in exchange. They both opened their drinks, taking a moment to enjoy the refreshing flavours.
"These machines are incredible," Aaron said, taking another sip of his coffee. "Gotham could learn a thing or two."
Cassandra nodded in agreement. "Better than Gotham. More choices. Cleaner."
They turned to leave, and Aaron glanced back at the salaryman. The man was still standing there, agape. Aaron and Cassandra walked off.
"Want to go and buy something?"
"I like to order online."
"You just don't want to talk to anyone."
"Mhm!"
So they made their way outside the mall. The streets of Shibuya were getting dark. The evening was settling. He and Cassandra had just finished up their drinks and tossed them into the garbage can.
"Ooh! Teriyaki!"
Off she was. Cassandra couldn't help but dash after good food. Being a heavy eater and with an amazing sense of smell, when she smelled something good, the only option was to chase after it and eat. The young man at the teriyaki stall smiled at the Asian woman's presence. Immediately, he greeted her in Japanese.
Alas, Cassandra did not understand a lick of Japanese. That left Aaron to speak in her stead.
"We'd like the one with skipjack tuna," Aaron said in perfect Japanese.
"Coming right up!"
The teriyaki was served quickly and freshly, steam rising from it beautifully. Cassandra's mouth watered. It was a bowl and although there was an option to walk and eat with it, it wasn't suggested. Cassandra wanted to walk though.
"Thank you," Aaron told the stall owner.
"Thank you." Cassandra's Japanese was quite thick with English. The young stall owner was glad to get paid and to see smiles though.
Today, however, he was going to see more than smiles.
In the moment Cassandra waved and smiled at him, the wind blew at her and her dress up.
Aaron just sighed.
Her bare pussy was there for the wide-eyed man to stare at. Worst of all, she didn't care. Or rather, she was too occupied with eating to notice. Her nude self remained exposed until the wind calmed.
The young Japanese man had opened up this little stall just a week ago. The view he received was like some sort of divine gift. At least, that was what he was thinking.
Aaron face-palmed, chuckled, and gestured at Cassandra to follow.
Minutes later, while walking the crosswalk, the wind blew at her dress again and she flashed a group of gangsters. They did not know how to react, especially when the dress fell back down, Aaron slapped her ass.
Cassandra blinked, smiled, and innocently ate her teriyaki.
***
After creampieing her five times when they got back to the hot spring, Cassandra went to sleep. See, while Aaron had been plowing Black Canary, Cassandra had been training day-in and day-out. She slept very little. When Cassandra had a goal, she followed to the very end, no matter what it did to her body. Only after so much sex, premature ejaculations, and creampie was Cassandra wrung exhausted.
What a woman.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
What a man. Aaron Reigner, no matter what happened, always came out on top. He walked nude through the halls of the hot spring.
"L-Lord Aaron…"
Eiko Hasigawa, the owner of this place, was waiting for him.
"Y-you are already done with…?"
"Cassandra? Yes. I know you wanted to talk to me yesterday but couldn't." Aaron put a hand on his hip. "By the way…did you make this place clothing optional?"
"No, it was always clothing optional."
"I see…"
'Yeah, we didn't know that. We just walked naked 'cuz it was fun.'
"Where is he?"
"...you mean Calvin?"
"I mean Superman of Earth 23."
"So you already know of that too. He told me to keep it a secret but…"
"Don't worry, I read his mind. I know his intentions. He is a good man." Aaron walked past Eiko Hasigawa and put a hand on her shoulder. "I am having my people take care of everything here. The mafia, the supervillains—soon enough, everything here should return to peace. You have my word."
Eiko was a woman who had begged for his help. Eiko was a woman that had been expected very little help and now…
Now, everything was okay. She could just feel it.
"Thank you."
Aaron nodded and—thwap, thwap, thwap! Continued walking. He had only one place in mind, the mixed bath. He opened the door to the change room and headed into the actual spring. This was a VIP mixed bath, built smaller than the other mixed bath with a spring in the middle and a long bench at the back.
There he was.
Calvin Ellis; seated on the lengthy bench and dumping water over his nude form. The running water was apparently the purest in the world. The black president of Earth 23 was bathing like a normal person. Aaron went over and sat on the stool directly next to him.
"Hm?"
"Let us talk, Calvin Ellis, leader of the Justice League Incarnate."
Sitting down, there was a clear difference between them. Calvin was taller, broader, and buff. Aaron was leaner and exponentially more hung. Sack and cock touching floor. To some extent, they were both hung. Statistically, there was no doubt. But when compared to Aaron, the seven flaccid inches of schlong were nothing. It wasn't just the length, it was the girth. Aaron was bigger. Better.
The only aspect they were equal in was looks and manners.
"Hrm. Only a truly exceptional man could have a cock far bigger than my own. You must be the Chosen One."
A super BBC at full mast still could not hope to match Aaron's flaccid cock. This was the greatest BWC. This was the Chosen Cock. Calvin had figured it out. "President of you Earth and a detective," Aaron joked.
"Your girlfriend Cassandra is the only woman who looked at my cock and genuinely thought it was just average."
A bucket was already waiting and filled. Aaron dumped it over his head. It was an amazing sensation. Warm water splashing all over his muscles and form…just wonderful. "I see."
"I am sure you have noticed the attacks on this Earth. The gaps in reality. You know he is coming—The Empty Hand."
"I know of him, yes."
"He is a mind-shatteringly powerful entity that commands the fifth-dimensional creatures known as The Gentry. We of the Justice League Incarnate have been chasing him for years now. Only now has he begun to move. I believe he even sent emissaries here."
He was talking about Bane and his transformation into the Hell Machine. He was talking about Dame Merciless and how it took control of Punchline. Jason Todd, the Godkiller Sword, Zatanna—it took nearly a dozen heroes to fight the Gentry member.
"When the Empty Hand invades—and he will—we believe he will summon his army by resurrecting every dead creature and human in your history. Trillions against billions. It will be an impossible battle to win."
"I am aware. Do not be too concerned, I managed to turn Dame Merciless back to normal."
"...you did?"
"The Empty Hand is actually the right hand of the Great Darkness that became sentient after the truce between the Darkness and God," Aaron explained. "It is not infallible, Mr. President."
"You…are well studied, Chosen One. He wields the Anti-Death Equation, a power that twists reality and death itself. What happened with this Punchline is what we call 'Gentrification', although…we never thought it reversible."
"But you theorized it could be, right? That is why you are here."
Calvin side-eyed him. "Yes. Again, very astute. We are here for Dr. Light—Kimiyo Hoshi. Her connection to the Source may purify the Anti-Death Equation."
"I can confirm it can, although I suggest confirming it for yourself."
"Thank you." Calvin's ears twitched. "Here she is."
This was a VIP meeting room. A mixed bath not in name but technicality. You needed to be invited here. Calvin had invited the MILF Japanese woman here. Long black hair, high double eyelids, nice C-cups breasts, and carrying herself with womanly dignity. She blinked when she saw Aaron and Calvin.
She gaped when she saw them stand up.
"Kimiyo," Calvin greeted. "Or shall I call you Dr. Light?"
Two incredibly hung men. Never minding the difference, she gulped and admired them. "Ah, it's you…" She was referring to the Superman of Earth 23. "Is there something you need? If you wish to talk, may we do it later?"
Although she had been called here by him, seeing Aaron's flaccid cock lit a fire in her. Her cunt squeezed and her hand went over the slit over her pussy. She was both hiding her modesty and looking erotic. Her eyes flicked between Aaron and Calvin. Vaguely comparable cocks but certainly not on the same level.
"You should go with him," Aaron said. "There's a time and place for everything."
A sigh left her. It seemed like she didn't want to do hero stuff on her vacation. Alas, responsibility became before horny. "Understood. Superman, shall we?"
The Superman of Earth 23 gave Aaron a nod. "I appreciate it, Aaron Reigner. Let us finish our own conversation another time."
Dr. Light was a previous ally. Aaron was not. Their original plan was contingent on her. So this made sense. The louds slaps of his cock marked his steps as he and Kimiyo went out. Kimiyo peered over her shoulder and mouthed, "I am going to fuck that big white cock of yours afterward."
Aaron just nodded.
So here he was, alone. He didn't expect anything else to happen. He planned to go back to Cassandra and maybe wake her up for a round or two.
Never did he expect for the roof to cave in.
It was a resounding crash—a body shooting from the ceiling, a blur of red, white, and gold plummeting straight into the mixed bath, sending water cascading everywhere.
"Huh."
Aaron wiped his face, blinking through the splash zone as the figure groaned in the water. He barely had a second to process before the new arrival jolted upright, coughing, and sending waves rippling through the spring.
It was a woman. A very attractive woman. In a very wet white-and-gold superhero costume.
The Collective Unconscious recognized her immediately—Mary Batson of Earth 5, one of the most powerful magical beings in the multiverse. She looked dazed but unharmed, shaking droplets from her long dark hair. Then she turned and saw him.
More specifically, she saw all of him.
Including that ten inch grandfather of a dong.
Mary Batson, champion of Shazam, bearer of the Wisdom of Solomon, blushed so hard she could have powered an entire city block.
"Oh! Oh my GOD—!" Her hands flailed as she scrambled back against the rocks, eyes wide and locked onto Aaron's very impressive physique. "T-that's a penis—sorry! Wait, no! Um…! Sorry!"
Aaron, completely unbothered, simply tilted his head. "You crashed into a hot spring."
Mary sputtered. "I—! I was looking for Kal-El! Supercock—I mean, Superman!"
Aaron pointed at the exit. "He left. He's talking to Dr. Light."
Mary blinked. "Oh, okay, he found Dr. Light! Great!"
Then silence.
A fully clothed (and dripping wet) superheroine.
A completely nude man.
Steam rising between them like a literal representation of the tension.
Aaron was unbothered while Mary looked ready to either flee or pass out. He tilted his head to the side and finally broke the silence. "You should take off your clothes."
Mary choked on her own dignity. "E-exucse me?!"
Aaron jabbed a finger at the bath she was in. "This is a Japanese-style hot spring. Mixed bath. Being clothed in here is disrespectful to the culture."
Mary gasped. "O-oh. Oh no! I—" Her eyes darted around, the Wisdom of Solomon kicking in. She knew he wasn't lying. He was completely calm. And that realization only made her panic more. "I—oh gosh, I didn't mean to be disrespectful!"
Aaron nodded sagely. "Then you should undress."
Mary, still blushing furiously, turned around as fast as possible, hands fumbling at her soaked cape. "Okay! Right! Um—just—don't look!"
Aaron closed his eyes and turned.
Behind him, there was a lot of frantic rustling, the awkward sound of a superheroine peeling herself out of a skintight suit in record time. A small splash followed, and when Aaron opened his eyes, Mary had submerged herself up to her chin, arms tightly wrapped around her chest in a futile attempt to maintain her modesty.
"Done," she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.
Aaron, still unfazed, gestured toward the side of the hot spring. "Come on. We have to wash before getting back in."
Mary hesitated. "Wash?"
Aaron pointed behind him to the row of wooden bench, showerheads, and buckets lined up at the very back. "Traditional hot spring etiquette. You sit, scrub, rinse, then soak."
Mary bit her lip. The Wisdom of Solomon told her he was right—this was proper bathhouse etiquette. And Mary, being the good and respectful person she was, couldn't just not follow the rules. Even if it meant…
She sucked in a breath. "Okay."
Shakily, she moved to the back, her hands still glued to her chest. She was surprisingly busty. Thwap, thwap, thwap! Big dick Aaron sat down first. Mary followed and sat right beside him. He picked up a wooden bucket and poured warm water over himself before grabbing some soap.
Mary, blushing furiously, did the same—except she was washing herself while simultaneously trying to keep everything covered. It was not an easy task.
Aaron did not look at her. "You realize you have to actually wash properly, right?"
Mary flushed as red as a tomato. "I am."
"You're barely touching the soap."
"I-I'm working up to it."
Aaron simply shrugged and went about his own routine. Mary, after a solid minute of wrestling with her embarrassment, finally sighed and gave in. Her arms left her breasts and out bounced DDs.
Aaron very much appreciated a look at them. They were soft and full of heart. Untouched and defying gravity. Mary Batson had a divine figure, thicc where it needed to be yet somehow not too pervy or slutty. She was a figure that perfectly came between Powerful and Supergirl.
The next few moments were filled with awkward silence, broken only by the sound of running water and soap lathering. Finally, Mary huffed and shot him a side glance. Her eyes dipped down. "W-wow…so big…"
She couldn't help it. She just couldn't. This man was as hung as a horse. This man was fucking hot. Mary heaved, sitting right beside Aaron on the wooden bench, her legs tightly pressed together, hands gripping the edge like she might just float away if she let go. The heat of the bathhouse curled around her, a steamy haze settling over everything. But none of that compared to the sheer heat radiating off the very, very naked man sitting next to her.
She had never seen a man nude before. Not in porn because she didn't watch it. Not in her time as a hero because luck. This…everything about this situation was a whole new level. Her eyes darted to the side, then quickly away. Nope. Not looking. Definitely not looking at that hog of a cock.
Aaron, meanwhile, was as casual as ever, scooping up a bucket of warm water and dumping it over his head with a satisfied sigh. "You alright?" he asked, glancing at her with those calm, unreadable eyes.
Mary stiffened. "Y-yeah! Totally fine! Super fine! Solomon-level fine!"
"...Right. You sure? 'Cause you look like you're about to overheat."
"No! No, I—this is just—well, you know, it's a lot for a girl to take in! I mean—not like that! I mean, you're—you—" Mary groaned and covered her face. "Ugh, kill me. Just strike me down where I sit."
Mary Batson of Earth 5 was an innocent young gale. Freshly twenty years of age and a college woman who was still thinking about her future. Her world in general was very…bubbly. It was like the Earth of the golden age. Her Earth was silly and magical and whimsical.
It was not pervy.
Aaron smiled. "That'd be a waste. You're cute when you're flustered."
Mary nearly swallowed her own tongue. "I—e-excuse me?"
Aaron just shrugged, still as cool as ever, while Mary frantically scooped up a bucket of water and dumped it over herself in an attempt to calm her raging embarrassment. It only half-worked.
After a long, heavy silence, she finally exhaled, gathering what little dignity she had left. "So, uh... do you come to these kinds of places often?"
Aaron tilted his head slightly. "You mean hot springs?"
"Yeah. You seem, um, really comfortable."
"I like places where I can relax. No need for suits, masks, weapons. Just people being people."
Mary peeked at him from behind damp strands of hair. "Even if those people happen to crash through the roof?"
Aaron chuckled. "Even then."
She bit her lip, her fingers playing with the edge of her towel. "Y-you know, I don't usually, um... get into situations like this."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! I mean, I fight bad guys! I do good things! I don't just..." She gestured vaguely between them. "...sit naked with a stranger in a bathhouse!"
Aaron gave a low hum, like he was considering her words carefully. "Then let's not be strangers. What's your name?"
"M-my name? Mary Batson…"
"I'm Aaron Reigner. Nice to meet you, new friend." He turned and held a hand out. Mary, on instinct, took it. Aaron very much took his time looking at her breasts. Puffy nipples that did not droop in the slightest. Truly a divine form.
"You too…"
"See, we get along fine. We'll be more than friends in no time."
The handshake ended. Mary blinked. That was... weirdly sweet? And also dangerously flirty? Oh God, was she losing control of this conversation?!
She cleared her throat. "Well, I mean, ah, I guess that's true. You do seem kinda cool."
Aaron was suddenly close to her ear, his voice dropping just a little. "You gonna be okay? You keep fidgeting."
She shivered and looked at him. He was so close. "I—I fidget when I—when I—Oh, wow, your eyes are really nice—" The words just fell out of her mouth, and she immediately regretted everything.
He smiled and her heart fluttered. "Thank you."
Mary squeezed her eyes shut. "I should not be allowed to speak. Ever."
Aaron, for all his coolness, seemed amused by her spiraling. "Relax. It's fine. Don't overthink everything. I like you so far."
Mary inhaled deeply, then exhaled, willing herself to be calm. "You're right. I just need to—" Deep breaths, deep breaths. "M-me too. I like you too. You're, ah, kinda my type."
Suddenly, she froze, thinking she went too far.
That was until Aaron smiled, gently grabbed her chin, kissed her.
Just—boom, like that. No warning, no grand buildup. One second she thought she made a mistake, the next she had a pair of soft, firm lips pressed against hers. It was brief, light, but definitely a kiss.
By the time she processed what happened, Aaron had already pulled back, looking entirely unfazed, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Mary, however, was not okay.
Her brain rebooted. She just sat there, blinking rapidly, hands frozen in mid-air. "I—You—I—WHAT?!"
Aaron tilted his head. "First kiss?"
Mary squeaked. "YES?!"
He nodded, as if that explained everything. "Figured."
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Wha—Wh—WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"
Aaron laughed. He didn't laugh often but this woman did. "Just means now you've got something to compare the next one to."
Mary covered her entire face with both hands. "Oh my GOD. This is—this is—this is too much!!"
Aaron just chuckled, reaching for another bucket of water. "You'll live."
"T-that's not…grrrr!" Mary Batson glanced down at his cock. "It's revenge time!"
Before it was Mary getting surprised, now it was Aaron.
"What are you…?"
"R-revenge! O-or, um, paying you back! It's a favour!"
Mary Batson went over and knelt between Aaron Reigner's legs, her heart thundering in her chest as she stared at the sheer size of him. Even flaccid, he was intimidating—ten inches of thick, soft flesh resting against his thigh. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, her inexperience screaming at her to stop, but the burning curiosity—and the lingering taste of his kiss on her lips—pushed her forward.
"Haah…so big…I-I've… never done this before," Mary admitted. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she glanced up at Aaron through her lashes, her innocence palpable. He was impossibly handsome, his chiseled features softened by the gentle curve of his smile. His patience was a stark contrast to the heat simmering in his eyes.
"That's okay," Aaron said. He squared his shoulders, his gaze locked on her. "Just take it slow. Use your hand first. Get a feel for me."
Mary nodded, her breath hitching as her fingers finally made contact with his cock. The sheer warmth of him, the softness of his skin, sent a jolt through her. She wrapped her hand around him tentatively, her grip loose and unsure.
Aaron's chuckle was warm, almost encouraging. "Firm but gentle, Mary. Think of it like… holding a paintbrush. You don't want to crush it, but you don't want it slipping away either."
She tightened her grip slightly, her cheeks burning at the analogy. Her inexperience was on full display, but there was something about Aaron's calm demeanor that made her feel safe, even in this vulnerable position. She began to stroke him, her movements awkward at first, but growing more confident with each pass of her hand.
Nice, slow strokes that were becoming something more. Good, good.
"There you go," Aaron murmured, full of approval. "Now, use your thumb to rub the tip. Just a little pressure."
Mary's eyes widened as she followed his instruction, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock. The gasp that escaped Aaron's lips sent a thrill through her. She'd never felt this kind of power before, the ability to make someone react so viscerally. Her heart raced as she continued, her strokes becoming smoother, more deliberate.
"Good girl," Aaron purred, his voice dropping an octave. "Now, speed up a bit. Use your whole hand. Use everything you have. From base…to riiight before the head."
Mary obeyed, her hand moving faster, her grip steady. She could feel him growing heavier in her palm, the softness of his flaccid cock giving way to something harder, bigger. Her breath caught as she realized what was happening—Aaron was getting hard.
"Jeez, you're huge," she breathed. Her eyes widened as his cock swelled in her hand. Ten inches had already been overwhelming, but now he was growing even bigger, thicker, until he was fully erect.
"Oh my god."
A staggering fourteen inches of hard, throbbing flesh. Mary froze, her hand still wrapped around him, her mind struggling to process the sheer size of him.
Aaron expected her reaction. "Intimidated?"
"Y-y-y-yeah." She'd never seen anything like this before, and the thought of trying to take him into her mouth seemed impossible. But the challenge, the need to please him, was enough to steel her resolve.
The Courage of Achilles certainly helped too.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Aaron said gently, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But if you want to try, I'll guide you."
Mary nodded, her determination outweighing her fear. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The salty taste of him made her shiver, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive head.
A second lick followed, then a third. Then…oh god, her tongue went from the top of his glans to the bottom, and did so all teasing-like. She was learning.
Aaron groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "That's it," he encouraged. "Take it slow. Use your tongue."
Her tongue swirled around the tip. The size of him was overwhelming so she didn't go right in. She focused on the sensations—the way his cock throbbed against her tongue, the way his grip tightened in her hair. She was determined to do this, to prove to herself that she could handle him. Left, right, up, down, and then a nibble of his cum hole. She did everything she could to try and pleasure this giant cock.
"Good girl," Aaron praised. "Now, suck me off. Use your hands to guide yourself."
Mary's fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, her hand serving as a guide. From base, she stroked and with her mouth, she took him in. Just taking the cockhead was a lot. It was five inches, more than what an ordinary man wielded. The feeling of an average cock worth of glans pressing against the back of her throat made her eyes water, but she didn't stop. She'd always been stubborn, always risen to the challenge, and this was no different. Mary forced herself to relax, to take him inch by inch, until she felt him nudging the back of her throat.
"You're a natural."
Six inches already, his cockhead and a little more. Very impressive.
Mary's heart swelled with pride at his words, but she didn't let it distract her. She focused on the rhythm, on the way his cock filled her mouth, on the way his grip in her hair tightened with each passing second. She could feel him growing harder, thicker, as if he was testing her limits, but she refused to back down.
Her tongue swirled. Her tongue pleased him.
The technique, the speed, the power…
No wonder she was blessed by the gods. This was amazing. This was…magical. So slow, so amateurish, and yet it defied all logic by how phenomenal it felt.
"You're doing so well," Aaron murmured. "Now, try to take me all the way. Deep throat me."
Mary's eyes widened at the challenge, but she didn't hesitate. She adjusted her position, going back, back, back…
Pop!
Saliva connected him and her lips. "Mm…"
She breathed and opened her mouth. She showed her efforts in the form of the saliva that was bubbling out. Afterward that—
"Gnnngggh~!"
Her throat relaxed and her throat gobbled seven inches of cock in one fell swoop. Her hand tightened around the base of his cock, giving her some control as she pushed herself further, inch by inch, inch by inch. She went by fast.
'M-must be the gods. SHAZAM…'
S for Solomon: Wisdom.
'Nine inches…'
H for Hercules: Strength.
'Ten inches…'
A for Atlas: Stamina.
'E-eleven inches…!'
Z for Zeus: Power
'Twelve…!'
A for Achilles: Courage.
'Thi—haah!'
M for Mercury: Speed.
Just a little more. Just a little…
"Nngh!"
So tight! Her throat was almost as tight as Black Canary's! Being a virgin and demigoddess was something else! The throat game was simply magical.
Mary took a deep breath through her nose, her body relaxing. And then, suddenly, she did it—the head of his cock sliding past her throat, the sensation sending a jolt through her. She gagged slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she forced herself to hold still, to adjust to the feeling of him filling her throat.
"M-Mary. You…" He wanted to buckle. He didn't. For her. "You're incredible."
He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so badly in this tight pussy-mouth. This divine woman blessed by the gods. He wanted to spill his baby batter all inside her. But he had manners.
So he stroked her hair and extracted his giant cock from her throat. Inch by inch left her throat. "Phwah!" It was out. Mary Batson heaved, big boobs falling and rising.
"A-Aaron," she gasped, tilting her head back and catching her breath. "T-that was…haah…"
The big cock slapped her face and she gasped into silence. The musky scent was utterly addicting. The shock of when she successfully deepthroated it returned and it spread down to her virgin pussy. This woman…
She was fucking leaking. She was dripping wet from the whole affair. She wanted this dick bad.
"I… I want to do more." Breathing heavily, a giant cock on top of her, the virgin could only keep looking horny for it.
"Mm…" Tap, tap. Gently, he slapped his cock down her cheek. Are you sure?"
Mary nodded, her resolve hardening. Her hand went and grabbed the base of his cock. "I'm sure. Teach me. I want to… I want to make you feel good."
Aaron went and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. "Then let's see how far you can go."
"Mm…"
Thicc thighs tight and together. Grinding to stop her gushing pussy from showing. Her arms coming together down to her lap, accidentally emphasizing and propping up her breasts.
A perfect little virgin.
A virgin with heart-shaped eyes hypnotized by his big cock.
Ha. Look at her. Gotta beg for the slightest bit of affection. And it made sense—little premature dicks don't get that job done. Aaron didn't have that issue when he was at his peak. She could tell as much with the Wisdom of Solomon. When a woman could just tell a man was about to her down right, you get king treatment.
Mary's breath hitched as Aaron's large hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. She felt the heat of his dick pushing against her as cheeks, the firmness of his thighs against hers, and the weight of his gaze as it burned into her. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rapid rhythm that matched the intensity of her nervous excitement.
"Are you ready?"
Aaron Reigner's hands went over to her ass cheeks and kneaded those buns. They were like dough, chalk full of potential and untouched by other men. God, he was sure millions of men had tried to look up the skirt of this goddess hero to try and fuck her.
She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I-I think so," she whispered.
Aaron smiled kindly and he guided her hips forward until she could feel the tip of his massive cock pressing against her entrance. "Relax, Mary," he murmured, his hands soothing against her booty cheeks. Like quicksand, his fingers seeped in until he got a proper, full grip. "You'll love this."
Mary took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but as Aaron began to lower her onto him, she gasped sharply. The sheer size of him was overwhelming. "A-Aaron…? I-it's…haaahh! So big!"
"Is it good?"
"I-it's—nnngh, it's SO good~!"
Mary Batson never really thought of sex like this. She was always so busy doing hero work and taking care of her brother Billy that she never got much me-time. She was a smart young woman, always at the top of her class. Such a perfect life came with one caveat—no fun.
Not until Aaron.
Not until those gray eyes of his looked at her.
Not until she saw his cock and her cunt instinctively tightened up.
"Hnngghhh~!" Mary felt herself stretching in ways she hadn't thought possible. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as she whimpered, her body instinctively trying to pull deeper into the unfamiliar sensation. "I-it's sooo goood~! So goood~!"
Eight inches, nine inches, ten inches. Other women might have struggled. Not her. Not Mary Batson and her pussy powered by the gods themselves.
Twelve inches was the only point where she had doubt. This was just so new to her.
"Aaron, it's… it's so big," she breathed, her voice shaking. "I don't know if I can—"
"You can," he interrupted firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Just relax, Mary. Trust me."
His words calmed her slightly, and she let out a shaky exhale as he continued to lower her onto him, inch by excruciating inch. The feeling of him filling her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her trembling.
"Hnnnghhh~! T-that's…! Haahhh~! I-I…I don't know…"
"You're orgasming," Aaron said. "Don't worry, just let it happen."
Her world went white. Her cunt tightened on him.
Mary Batson experienced the first orgasm of her life.
A loud gasp echoed.
That was all.
When she was back to her senses, Aaron was fully sheathed inside her. Mary was frozen, her cunt tensing as she tried to adjust to fourteen inches of big dick.
"Haah…ghnnnngg…A-Aaron, that was…I can't…" She breathed. She whimpered. Then she met his gaze and she kissed him. "T-that was…amazing."
Mary Batson kissed him out of the one prevailing emotion: joy.
This big cock was bringing her joy like nothing else. "I-it's, haah, so deep. I can't believe sex is THIS good. Nngghh, a-are you going to move?"
Aaron's hands rubbed soothing circles on her hips, his voice a gentle murmur in her ear. "I am. You're doing well so far, Mary. Just breathe first."
She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as she tried to steady herself. "C-can I…?"
"You want to move?"
She bit her bottom lip, suddenly shy. "Mhm."
Aaron smiled and nodded. Mary drew in a breath and began to move, her hips rocking tentatively against his. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but as she moved, she felt a strange, building pleasure that made her gasp.
"Oh… oh my God," Mary moaned, her voice breathless. "Aaron, it's… I can feel you everywhere."
Aaron chuckled, his hands gripping her booty cheeks tighter. "I know."
"I-it's soooo…hmmm~! So good~!" Her DDs pressed against his chest as she leaned in close. "God…I think I'm going to orgasm again soon."
She giggled. She was pretty cute, wasn't she?
As she began to ride him, her movements became more confident, the pleasure building with each thrust. Aaron's hands gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "Do you want me to join in?"
"D-do it." She grinned. "If you dare—dAAREEE~!"
He thrust up into her once.
"CUMMMING~!"
Aaron grinned in turn. Every damn time. These women sure loved his cock. He drove his cock inside her three more times, her ass cheeks jiggling.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh~! OH~! OHHH~! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOD! THIS IS COCK! THIS IS SEX! THIS IS SEEEEX~!"
Mary's moans grew louder. She was becoming louder and crazier by these second. Every orgasm made her tighter. Every second made her faster. Her innocence was evident in every gasp, every whimper, but there was a hunger in her eyes that Aaron couldn't ignore.
"Your cock is so big," she panted, her hands sliding up to grip her own breasts as she rode him. "I-it's sooo amazing! It's amazing. I never knew it could feel like this!"
Aaron's smirk widened, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust harder into her. 'She hasn't noticed, has she?'
She was bouncing up and down his dick. She was trying to fuck him back and was losing. But that wasn't what was important. What was important was that she was trying.
That right now they were fucking at the speed of light.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
Reality as they knew it had slowed down. Mary didn't notice, she was too swamped by orgasms. Her eyes were locked onto Aaron. Her ass was slamming down on him and again. All she cared about was chasing that ecstasy.
"C-cumming~! Haaah, just how do you it, Aaron!"
Aaron should have figured. Being literally powered by Zeus and Achilles, of course her libido and sense of scale was different. This virgin had not yet lost control. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips. Her cunt was gushing and oozing juices down to his balls.
Her actual state was perfectly stable. She LOVED this. She LOVED sex.
Solomon, Hercules, Achilles, and motherfucking ZEUS—all of them loved sex. All of that libido was inherited by Mary Batson. She was fucking him that fast and good because it was instilled into her by proxy.
Mary's eyes fluttered shut. She was gasping and moaning and relishing the pleasure building inside her. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her body. She could feel him deep inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible, and the sensation was godly. It was exactly what she deserved.
"Aaron, I… I think I'm going to—" she gasped, her body trembling as the pleasure peaked. She grinned. "Yes! I'm cumming!"
And with that, Mary's body convulsed as she came, her cries echoing through the hot spring as pleasure washed over her in waves. Aaron's thrusts only intensified, driving her further into ecstasy as he pushed her to another orgasm almost immediately.
"Oh God!" Mary screamed, her body trembling as she came again, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Aaron, it's too much! I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her with an intensity that left her breathless. "Cum again, you slut!"
"S-slut—!?" Mary's eyes rolled back as she came again, her boobs jiggling as she leaned back and Aaron continued to thrust into her. She had never felt anything like this, never known that pleasure could be this intense, this overwhelming. She couldn't hang on. She just couldn't.
'Come on, come on, come on!' Faster than sound. Faster than light. Less than a nanosecond between orgasms. He could feel her tightness around him, her innocence giving way to a growing hunger that matched his own.
"Haah~! Hnngghh~! C-can't! Can't keep upppp~! Aaarooon~! YOUR COCK IS TOO AMAZINNNNG~!"
"I know! And I know what you need," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust harder into her. "And I'm going to give it to you!"
"YES! YES! YESSSS! I LOVE IT! I-I DON'T WANT TO BE A SLUT BUT FOR YOU—!"
He stopped.
Mary's body trembled as she came again, her screams of pleasure echoing through the hot spring. She could feel his cock deep inside her, filling her completely, and staying. He wasn't nutting inside her, he was proving a point. She was an amateur. She couldn't possibly keep up with him, even with her divine gifts.
"FOR YOU, I'LL BE A SLUT! MARY BATSON IS GOING TO BE SLUUUUT~!"
Her head thrown back and her breasts exposed, Aaron smirked.
"Good girl."
His cock throbbed and he fucked her all over again.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Aaron, I'm… I'm going to—" she gasped, she gasped, she gasped. She couldn't stop climaxing. "CUMMIIING~!"
Right afterward—
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Jets of cum burst into her womb. Aaron Reigner filled her up, kissed her, and suddenly, the two were one.
Completely, utterly one.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
His balls convulsed. His balls emptied inside her. Mary craved and sucked up every liter of his gooey baby batter. Her cunt, her mind, and her soul was latching onto this man. Letting him mark her like she was some random mate. She couldn't help but lash her tongue as they kissed.
"Hnngghhh~! Ngghghh~!" Mary ripped away from the kiss, sweaty and exhausted and…hungry. "I-I'm sorry, Aaron, b-but…could you keep fucking me? I…I'm just so stressed from school and—"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
While still cumming inside her, he stood up and clapped those cheeks. Gripping, kneading them, and fucking them. Mary Batson deserved nothing but the best. Every super heroine deserved nothing but the best.
Aaron Reigner was of Gotham. The people of Gotham were distinct in many ways. Aaron hoped that in some distant future, they would be known for bringing happiness and joy.
"YOU'RE SHOOO DEEP~! SHOOO GOOOD~! THANK YOUU~! THANK YOU, COOCK~! THANK YOOOOU~!"
The same way he was now.
****
"Cock…nmgghhh…cock…I can't…shhtopp…thinking…cock…"
Mary Batson, a woman powered by five great gods, fucked to the point of delusion. Cum fell in huge globs from both her anus and her pussy. Aaron couldn't hold back, not against her. Her ass cheeks were red from the spanking and fucking. Her pussy was ran through from the stretching. Her tits were sucked on and her thicc thighs had hand prints leftover.
Not holding back would have been a travesty.
"Phew." He ran a hand through his hair. "Power of Zeus and Strength of Hercules…that was no joke. We were literally fucking at a million times the speed of light. I came inside her seven times every nanosecond."
The natural conclusion of Superman-level sex. It led to ludicrous things. What appeared to be five minutes in reality was for Aaron fifty hours.
"...I could hear you and Mary from the other side of the hot spring, you know."
Kalel of Earth-23—President Kalel—sighed. He had been waiting at the door with his arms crossed. Respectfully, his physique was nothing short of a god's—broad chest, sculpted arms, a physique honed by both Kryptonian genetics and years of discipline.
And yet.
As he stood and the water trickled down his form, it was impossible to ignore that his seven-inch flaccid was still seven inches flaccid in the presence of something objectively more intimidating.
"Ah, sorry. I hope you didn't see too much."
Calvin let out a deep chuckle. "Of course I saw too much, I am Superman. Question is: who are you?"
He tilted his head. Calvin shook his head and explained by pointing at the glazed up holes of Mary Batson.
"How is that humanly possible? More cum in those first three spurts than most guys in eight. I am jealous, Chosen One."
Beside President Superman was Kimiyo Hoshi. The Japanese woman seemed ten times more distraught. Schlop, schlop, schlop! Giant glops of cum kept falling from the young college woman's holes. She knew exactly what SHAZAM was capable of yet Aaron…
Yet Aaron fucked her to this pathetic state. Eyes rolled back, tongue out, talking to herself in gibberish...
"Mghnnng…mnnnnghh…Aaron…miss…misshshh…you…"
He turned Mary Batson— Valedictorian and holder of Solomon's Wisdom, Hercule's Strength, Achilles's courage, Zeus's power, Atlas's stamina, and Mercury's speed into this.
The black male beside her was hung.
And yet.
Aaron Reigner was even more hung.
The black male beside her was Superman.
Aaron Reigner was able to back himself up as being a Sex God.
She rubbed her thighs together. God, she wanted him. God, she wanted to run over and get fucked by that big dick. But she couldn't. Not tonight.
Calvin, as always, carried himself with dignity. He walked over and extended a firm hand to Aaron. "Apologies, but I do need to take Mary back." He glanced over at her. "She…may not look it now but she will be needed in the upcoming battle."
Aaron gripped Kalel's hand in a strong shake. "Trust me, I know. She's amazing. I really didn't expect such a workout."
"I see. I am glad then."
"You plan to use Dr. Light to create a purification machine, right? That is how you will get rid of the Gentry."
"...I did not plan to speak too much but yes, that is the plan. Will it be a problem?"
"No. Do it. For all our sakes."
Calvin nodded and the handshake ended with a salute. "Until next time, friend."
A nod of respect from Aaron. "President."
Superman was Superman. Kimiyo threw out a hand and contained the slutted out, gasping, creampied Mary in a ball of light, and Superman flew them off to wherever they needed to be.
Aaron exhaled, finally alone in the hot spring.
"Divine pussy...not bad."