Chapter 1: Curiosity
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! I’m letting my patreon patrons decide not only which one of the three goes first, but if this one wins, I’ll also let people propose heroines they want to see and vote on the chapters they want to see first! So, if you like what you see here [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, adultery, cock-worship, rough sex, voyeurism (kinda), female masturbation, and possibly excessive exposition.
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The Hub. Where everything comes together. If secretive extra-dimensional transit networks had slogans, or needed them, that would be the Hub’s. Looking at the Hub terminal from the outside would be technically impossible, since the outer walls of the structure are co-existent with the absolute boundaries of the stabilized extradimensional pocket in which the Hub existed, not to mention the absolute lack of light sources. But if such a thing were possible, one might see a structure shaped like a short, fat cylinder, nearly half a mile across but only two hundred feet tall. Along the narrow edge of the shape bristles a belt of hundreds of rectangular projections.
Each projection was arranged identically. At the outer end, the crossover room itself. A heavily-secured cubic room, utilitarian in design. Massive, unbreakable blast doors that sealed the chamber off, and only opened once the initial security check was clear. In each corner, a squat, square, sealed room, staffed by a pair of security guards standing by a big red button. Above each room, a pair of security cameras and an automated variable ordinance turret hung from the ceiling. If any one of the security officers pressed the button, the blast doors would lock in place and the terminal manager would be signaled, and if the threat was not contained, the manager could collapse the portion of the pocket dimension the chamber occupied, instantly wiping it and everything inside it out of existence in an absolute and final fashion. All this to secure the station from the worst possibilities that could emerge from the focus of the room, a fifteen-foot vertical metallic ring, with a mechanical walkway leading almost up to it.
In one of these rooms, a tone sounded. The guards in their stations suddenly straightened up, setting down books and magazines. There was a rumbling, grinding sound as the blast doors closed and sealed themselves, and a mechanic whirr as the turrets powered up. There was silence for a moment before the ring began to softly hum, the sound resonating through the room and growing louder and louder with the passing seconds. A point of yellow light flickered into existence in the center of the ring, faltering momentarily as the hum continued to grow louder and louder, before finally stabilizing, then growing exponentially, expanding into an opaque disk of yellow light that filled the ring entirely. As the light-disk stabilized, the hum faded back to a more tolerable volume. The mechanical walkway hissed and it extended into the disk of light, a series of soft clicks signaling the connection of the locking mechanisms and various cables with unseen counterparts. The guards sat on the edges of their seats, each pair glancing to each other and the button.
A knee-high gold boot stepped through the light, the flat sole hesitantly probing for the walkway before planting itself and pulling its owner through the light. A lithe, slender female figure stepped through. Her form-fitting costume, skintight black armor-like fabric covered all over with flexible segments of black impact-resistant material, did nothing to disguise her figure. She accessorized in gold, with a black silky cape lined in gold, tall boots on shapely feminine legs, long gloves with forearm-spikes, a thick belt around her slender waist, and a bat-shaped symbol on her chest, a symbol echoed in the clasp of her belt. The wings of the bat on her chest spread wide, opening over the upper slopes of pert, shapely c-cup breasts, hugged and shaped by the armor. A black, stylized, bat-like cowl covered the upper half of her face, disguising the shape of her facial structures, but leaving her pale skin and softly pink lips exposed, a gap in the back allowing her long crimson hair to flow back, down to the bottom of her shoulder blades.
Batgirl’s features relaxed from the wince they’d been holding as she stood on the hub-side walkway, and she suppressed a shiver. Crossovers were always… unsettling. she shook her head and strode forward, down the walkway to stand in front of the heavy blast doors. Even as she walked, her mind worked tirelessly, assessing her surroundings just as she’d been trained to do. Eight cameras, eight guards, four turrets, adamantium lacing all the walls and solid adamantium blast doors. There was a moment of silence as everyone but her nervously watched the portal.
A crackle broke the silence, a speaker coming on, and a mechanical, monotonous feminine voice soothed through it momentarily. [Please be patient to allow for data interface.] Batgirl waited as the seconds ticked by, one by one, as countless bits of data swapping back and forth across the portal. Finally there was a familiar series of clicks as the walkways and cables disengaged, pulling apart. Swiftly the hum faded to nothing, the yellow disk of light destabilizing and collapsing back into a point, then disappearing altogether. As the portal blinked out, there was another tone, and the massive blast doors rumbled as they pulled apart once again.
A shimmering blue energy field spanned the doorway behind the blast door, transparent enough to see a short hallway on the other side, security personnel and more turrets lining the passage up to a zig-zagging gauntlet of stanchions that ultimately led to a decorative wooden desk. Batgirl sighed softly to herself. This was always the most annoying part of a crossover. She gritted her teeth and strode forward, pushing through the shimmering field. As she passed the threshold, she could feel an electric tingle washing over her as she moved, sparks dancing over her skin and ignoring her armor entirely. As she came through on the other side, a little yellow light came on above the desk. As always. She walked on, past the armed guards and up to the desk.
A shimmering blue hologram of a woman’s face sprang into being as she stepped up to the desk, smiling warmly as it looked past her into the infinite distance. [Greetings, (Batgirl), did you have a pleasant crossover?] The voice inquired, her pre-recorded name jarringly out of place in the middle of the pre-recorded message. The voice didn’t wait for her to respond. [The Scanning/Comparing Registry Evaluation Electron Net has detected (two hundred) (twenty) (four) instances of exceptional technology on your person.] The voice intoned, the number clearly assembled from snippets of recordings. [The Hub is committed to ensuring peaceful, legal trade of technology between worlds. Please review each instance of exceptional technology and press ‘confirm’ to add the instance to the Hubs’ records for future scans.] The hologram voice flickered away, replaced by a flat holographic screen with a long list of images, with red and green buttons beside each entry.
Batgirl sighed again, tapping the green button as she scanned the list. It always took far too long to deal with the SCREEN. But the system was set up to make sure that every piece of technology carried by every traveler was cleared to go to their destination universe, either by coming from it originally, or either the technology or the traveler being given exception by that universe’s authorities. Even a single pistol in a universe without gunpowder could have devastating consequences, after all. Unfortunately, the SCREEN counted almost any modification to a registered piece of tech as a new instance, so tinkers like her tended to be stuck tapping for ages. It was almost enough for her to dismiss the whole boring thing, but ever since she’d skipped registering her armor and had to crossover back in her underwear, she’d accepted it as a necessary evil.
It was a few long minutes of tapping before she was finally finished, having gotten so used to the routine that she almost didn’t realize she’d reached the end of the list. The holographic screen shimmered away, the face returning. [Thank you, (Batgirl), for your cooperation. We appreciate your patience while we update your universe’s technology records.] The feminine voice soothed. The yellow light above the desk flicked green, and the door beside the desk opened with a hiss. [Please enjoy your time in the Hub] The voice continued even as batgirl strode for the door. [Remember to check out the many fine establishments in the concourse!] The voice continued, oblivious, as Batgirl stepped through. All this for a single file. It had better be worth it...
Entering the main disk, batgirl was once again struck by how… mundane it all seem. Sure, it was big, several stories tall and as wide as the station, but it wasn’t too much bigger than an airport terminal, and the lack of windows made it seem smaller. As soon as you looked past the advanced details, like the cleaning robots or the hovering signs and fixtures, it pretty much looked like an airport. Rows and rows of slightly uncomfortable benches, elevator shafts scattered around the disk, a big circle of kiosks hawking souvenirs, all terribly mundane. The interesting part was the people. Mostly human, or some variant of human, beings from all through the multiverse walked or flew or crawled through the Hub. One bronze-skinned, bare-chested man walked past, shoulders draped in a cloak of brilliant feathers, with elaborately detailed golden jewelry and crown. Behind him loomed a massive, shaggy ape-man creature, wearing nothing but a handful of golden jewelry and a massive steel sword with a jagged edge strapped to its back, glaring at those that got too close as it followed the man. In the distance, extremely tall, willowy humanoids draped in shimmering silver robes conversed in a huddle, whistling softly in some unknowable language. Thousands more made their way through the Hub, each on their way to meet, trade, or travel amid the vastness of the multiverse.
Batgirl shook her head. No time for people-watching. She had a job to do. She turned from the crowd and stepped to the nearest elevator, pushing past a walking polar bear to make it in, riding it up. She knew exactly where she had to go. When the doors opened on the appropriate level, she quickly made her way through the winding halls of the Hub to a passage lined with dozens of one-person rooms. She glanced side to side, her mind making absolutely sure she wasn’t followed, and slipped into one of them, shutting the door behind her.
The room was plain, barely eight feet on a side, a large chair with a stow-able desktop surface on one side sitting in the middle of the room, facing a tall, smooth pillar, a terminal. As the door shut, the terminal lit up, projecting that familiar female face into the air in front of the chair. [Welcome (Batgirl), what can I help you with?] The familiar voice soothed as batgirl slid into the chair and pulled up the desk. She frowned. That would get annoying fast. “Switch interface to visual text, generate earth-standard qwerty keyboard for text input.” She spoke, and the face flickered out, replaced by a flat, semi-transparent screen, a second hologram flickering to life just above the desk surface, this one a keyboard. Her fingers descended on it, finding just enough resistance under her touch to feel where the keys were. Perfect. Her fingers danced across the blue light, words appearing on the screen as she moved.
-Access SHIELD database
[Access denied. User Batgirl is not authorized.]
Well, that wasn’t unexpected. Normally she liked it when they fought back at least a little, but she wasn’t here to play. Good thing she came prepared. She reached into her belt, pulling out a small metal sphere, slightly smaller than a tennis ball. Steel over lead sheeting over a golden mesh faraday cage, good enough to fool the SCREEN. She unscrewed the two halves and pulled out a blob of innocuous gray putty with a small sphere embedded in it. She pressed it to the side of the terminal and grinned. It was still for a moment, before it began to move, spreading out over the terminal until it found an innocuous gap, then pushing itself into it, melding with the contacts within. The holographic projections flickered once, twice, then came back on, but now the screen read differently.
[Access granted. Welcome, Agent Romanoff.]
Nothing was quite as annoying as designing the perfect program and then finding out that the target apparently didn’t bother to install a USB drive on their doomsday device. After years of annoyance with so much exotic tech, she’d designed the hackputty to make connections with any kind of tech, even thing that didn’t have working inputs. It made things so much simpler. She began to type again.
-Access personnel files
[Access granted.]
-Search: Goldenboy
[3 Results: Overview, Evaluation, Record]
-Display overview
Text began to fill the screen, pouring forth from the archives in a stream of information. Even as the text appeared, a holographic image appeared beside the screen, solidifying quickly into a slowly-rotating human form. The figure in the image looked like somebody had lovingly sculpted a statue of the ideal human male out of a single solid block of gold and polished it to a brilliant luster. Everything about his body sang of perfection, from the sculpted, toned, powerful-but-not-bulky muscle that covered him head to toe, the broad shoulders and strong chest, the rippling eight-pack abs, the thick biceps, to his buns of steel. His face was as devastatingly attractive as the rest of his perfect body, with a strong chin, perfectly straight ivory teeth, eyes that literally shimmered like sapphires, and short golden hair that was somehow casually and perfectly messy. He would have looked perfectly at home on the pages of a fashion magazine, or perhaps something more risque, considering how little he was wearing. The only clothing he wore was basically a pair of tight black briefs with a very noticeable bulge in the front. Batgirl’s eyes roamed up and down the figure, lingering for perhaps a moment longer than they should have, before realizing the text had finished loading.
[Name: Goldenboy]
[Abilities: Flight, Invulnerability, Non-biological form, Superhuman strength, speed, and charisma]
[Note: Power level varies with emotional state]
[Recruitment Assessment: Not suitable for permanent Avengers position. Recommend reservist status, with limited access to headquarters.]
[Background check on John Adam shows very little of interest. Lived in Phoenix, AZ, employed as an information technology professional in a local law firm, he appears to have had few hobbies beyond online gaming and social media. On 6/7/12, he became involved in an encounter with Amora the Enchantress and taken captive. After evading Thor Odinson, Amora used Mr. Adam as the focus of a sorcerous ritual. Why Mr. Adam was chosen and what the exact mechanism of the ritual was remains unclear. Goldenboy’s testimony claims memory of Amora indicating she would turn him into ‘the perfect consort’ by ‘burning away all that holds mortals back’. Dr. Strange’s assessment is that the physical body of John Adam was destroyed during the ritual as Amora extracted his ego, which the ritual then imbued with independence, creating a functional mind out of the remnants of John Adam’s psychic imprint. The ritual then granted the new entity the power to generate a magical construct in fitting with its own self-image. Ultimately, the conclusion was reached that Goldenboy is a new entity created from John Adams’s mind, which inherited large portions of his memories and skills, but is very much a distinct being.
[Upon completion of the ritual, Amora attempted to seduce Goldenboy and take control of his mind through magical effects. The attempt was a mixed success, in that she succeeded in seducing, but underestimated Goldenboy’s mental fortitude and his inhuman stamina. Thor’s testimony suggests the two were engaged in sexual relations for several hours before he arrived at the ritual site. After a brief explanation, Goldenboy turned custody of Amora over to Thor, who returned her to prison on Asgard. Goldenboy was then brought to the SHIELD helicarrier for examination and assessment. While initial impressions were positive, Dr. Strange’s examination revealed aspects of Goldenboy’s abilities that were deemed problematic for security reasons. This, as well as the events of Incidents #1-#4 (detailed under Records-Disciplinary) caused SHIELD to decide against full recruitment.]
Batgirl read quickly, considering what she was reading carefully. It was certainly brief, but it just seemed to raise more questions than answers. she quickly began to type again.
-Display evaluation
[Evaluation-abilities/Evaluation-Personality]
-Display evaluation-abilities
[Evaluation-Abilities]
[The key element of goldenboy’s superhuman abilities is that he is not in fact a living creature, rather, his form is a very detailed imitation of one, a mystical construct of force formed subconsciously by a living ego. As a construct of force, Goldenboy’s body does not actually have mass, but it acts as though it does, seeming to violate a great many common expectations of physics. It is extremely difficult to get accurate readings on the exact limits of Goldenboy’s capabilities, as they vary based on emotional state, whether he believes himself to be observed or not, and if he is aware of the forces involved. Often, when Goldenboy is exposed to novel forces that he has no frame of reference for, or when he is deceived about the nature of a force, his limits fluctuate. In general, his powers are to be considered to be between the level of an alpha-level mutant and an omega-level mutant. For practical purposes, Goldenboy’s average strength is approximately equal to thor’s, but he is significantly more resilient and has much more fine control over his flight.]
[Dr. Strange has theorized that Goldenboy’s abilities are based upon his own expectations and beliefs, which would explain why his limits seem to fluctuate as they do. He goes on to warn that if Goldenboy were to have complete control over his own subconscious ego somehow, depending on the exact mechanisms in Amora’s ritual, it is possible he could become literally unstoppable, with infinite strength, speed, and toughness. He stressed that this is highly unlikely and would require a very specific set of circumstances to come to pass. SHIELD has since taken action to ensure Goldenboy is carefully tracked.]
[Goldenboy’s unique non-physical nature has several advantages and disadvantages. As a non-biological entity, he has no biological needs, and no biological vulnerabilities. He does not need food, water, air, or sleep, though he still experiences cravings for these things. Lacking biology, he is immune to biological harm, including cellular damage from fatigue, toxins, disease, gases, corrosives, extreme temperatures, and similar. He is also immune to techniques or abilities that rely upon a biological mechanism, such as effects that would target an organ or provoke a physiological reaction. It is believed that he does not age, but it is still to early to tell.]
[The main disadvantage of his form is that its power is emotionally dependent. If Goldenboy’s emotional state deteriorates, his powers become noticeably weaker. Verbal attacks, emotional trauma, and defeats can depress his emotional state, making him more likely to suffer further setbacks, which could theoretically spiral into self-defeat. Dr. Strange believes that his ego powers his magical form, and that, should his emotional state become too depressed, it will fall apart, and the ego it contains will dissipate into the psychic background of the world. In addition, as his body is made of magical power, it is vulnerable to effects that affect magic specifically, such as those that bind, dispel, drain, or suppress magic, as well as those that protect from magic.]
[An important aspect of goldenboy’s success is what can only be described as a superhuman charisma. While Dr. Strange does not detect any sort of mind control or telepathy from him, Goldenboy nonetheless shows peak human or even superhuman charisma. His construct body is regarded as extremely attractive by 97% of females and 70% of males. When petitioners were asked to describe his appearance, either in person or from an image, a wide range of traits were identified from the same images, often correlating strongly with traits the individual has a preference for. It is believed that viewers perceive different aspects as more or less prominent, in fitting with their own preferences, essentially seeing the traits they want to see. In addition, Goldenboy shows an intuitive capacity for reading an individual or group’s preferences as he interacts with them, and seems to subconsciously change his behavior subtly to fit them. He also has no detectable response when lying. Together, these abilities give make him a magnetic personality that is difficult to dislike, even when his behavior is less than pleasant.]
[Goldenboy does not usually use armor and weapons, finding conventional weaponry impractical and preferring to face threats hand-to-hand. The only exceptional equipment he regularly makes use of is his costume, a pair of black bike shorts enchanted by Dr. Strange to share Goldenboy’s invulnerability, as well as to minimize the outward appearance of his genitals, and by extension, indecent exposure suits.]
Batgirl blinked, trying to wrap her head around the write-up she’d just read. She’d known he was powerful, but only through second-hand accounts, the idea that he could be unstoppable was making her a little light-headed. Not to mention the idea of superhuman charisma was a little unnerving, even on it’s own. Couple that with the rest of his powers, and her understanding of how he’d made such a big impression so quickly was starting to get a little clearing. She paused, then read the last paragraph again, before looking over to the rotating hologram beside the screen. Her eyes lingered on the bulge in the front of his shorts. It had to be the size of an orange, at least, and if that was what it looked like minimized… She shook her head. This was getting out of hand. She needed to find the file. She typed again.
-Display evaluation-personality
[Evaluation-Personality]
[Goldenboy shows the classic signs of narcissistic personality disorder and sex addiction, which are not unheard of among superheroes. However, it Goldenboy is also shown to have only minimal concern for laws, discipline, self-control, or ethics beyond his own. While his behavior is not generally destructive or violent, or even technically illegal in New York, NY, where he now makes his residence, his behavior is nonetheless disruptive to operational security and team morale. He sees no reason to stop or avoid indulgence, his non-biological form protecting him from the physical aftereffects of his lifestyle, and the social effects simply not bothering him. See Record-Disciplinary for details of incidents.]
[Goldenboy lacks the proactive, self-sacrificing drive to do good that creates most superheroes. He generally only acts as a hero when crime or threats directly impact him or his lifestyle, if there is a significant benefit to acting, or if he can avoid a negative by acting. This benefit can be as general as improving his reputation or earning more attention, or as specific as the promise of a reward. Goldenboy will happily act on large-scale and obvious threats, particularly impressive superhuman crimes, or street level crimes that happen in his immediate vicinity. However, he may be reluctant or unwilling to take part in secretive operations, and if a crime is too far away or not impressive enough, he may simply let other heroes take care of it. He does not proactively look for crime unless bribed or cajoled into it. In addition, Goldenboy’s successful marketing of his own appearance, merchandise, and physical presence, had generated significant capital, allowing him to avoid financial concerns.]
-Display Record
[Record-Public/Record-Disciplinary]
-Display record-disciplinary
[Record-Disciplinary (Overview)]
[For incident details: Display Incident #_)
[Incident #1] [Date: 6/7/12] [Action Taken: Verbal warning from supervisor]
[Summary: Goldenboy and Dr. Jessica Jones were found by Dr. Vincent Strange to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-96-3-A]
[Incident #2] [Date: 6/7/12] [Action Taken: Written warning from supervisor]
[Summary: Goldenboy and Agent Connie O’Leary were found by Agent Natasha Romanoff to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-85-5-A]
[Incident #3] [Date: 7/7/12] [Action Taken: Verbal warning from Commander Nicholas Fury]
[Summary: Goldenboy and Agent Natasha Romanoff were found by Dr. Vincent Strange to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-99-1-E]
[Incident #4] [Date: 8/7/12] [Action Taken: Recruitment reassessment, Dismissal from helicarrier. Verbal warning from Commander Nicholas Fury for both agents.]
[Summary: Goldenboy, Agent Natasha Romanoff, and Agent Susan Lee were found by...]
The list seemed to go on in similar fashion for ages. Batgirl’s eyes flicked over each line as she scrolled down and down, her mind automatically storing every scrap of information, just in case it was useful at some point in the future. Sometimes, a perfect memory wasn’t such a great ability. The dates alone painted a pretty clear picture, though. Considering the number of incidents, and that the incidents required him to be sleeping with SHIELD personnel, as well as to be caught and reported, assuming a 10% margin of error on either end on top of that… He was, on average, having between 3.2 and 3.8 distinct sexual encounters per day, with between 2.5 and 3 partners. It was… quite an impressive record. She glanced to the hologram still slowly rotating beside the screen, biting her lower lip as she furrowed her brow. How could one man do all this, even one as… impressive… She shook her head, turning her eyes back to the screen, pausing as they came to a particularly notable entry.
[Incident #69] [Date: 17/2/15] [Action Taken: Goldenboy and Mrs. Susan Storm fined $220,000 each. Verbal warning from supervisor for Agent Steven Johnson.]
[Summary: Agent Steven Johnson discovered unauthorized video depicting Mrs. Susan Storm and goldenboy engaged in sexual relations. Containment protocols failed, public relations discredited claims of Mrs. Storm’s involvement.]
Batgirl paused. That sounded like the one…
-Display Incident #69
[Cyber security Agent Steven Johnson discovered unauthorized video, allegedly depicting Mrs. Susan Storm and Goldenboy, posted anonymously to Redtube. SHIELD facial recognition program confirmed identities, and Agent Steven Johnson alerted Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson. Corruption attempts failed, contain-and-scrub protocols were initiated, but video spread virally, and protocol was abandoned when video reached 4chan. Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson alerted public relations department. Non-official discrediting began, claiming Mrs. Susan Storm was impersonated by a falsified little-known starlet. Public records altered to generate false records of starlet and false alibi for Mrs. Susan Storm. Attempts to discredit Goldenboy’s role failed. Agent Johnson given verbal warning by Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson for misuse of SHIELD equipment.]
[Attachment: V-GB/SS-HD]
Batgirl’s lips split into a grin. Found it. Now she just had to copy the files and make her exit before anyone could find out she was snooping around. It seemed like the most reasonable course of action. But then… if she made the copy and it turned out to be nothing she’d have wasted her window. They’d definitely plug the gaps, and they might be able to find out who peeked. She’d only been on for a few minutes, she had time to check to make sure this was legit. She glanced to the hologram again. Just the first minute or two…
-Display attachment V-GB/SS1-HD
[Generating Audial-Visual image interface.]
The hologram of goldenboy blinked out, immediately replaced by a second screen, about the same size as the test screen, but opaque. Batgirl reached out, fingers sinking into the projections of both screens and dragging them over to put the video directly in front of her as it began to play.
[A clearly expensive but rather plain bedroom appeared, sitting empty and silent for a moment. The camera was stationary and elevated, pointed at an angle that let is see the entire room, like a security camera. The room was modern in design, sleek black furniture against a background of stately dark gray. One of the walls was solid glass, looking out over the dark New York City skyline. Beyond that there was little in the way of unique furnishings, just a row of low dressers on one wall, a pair of night stands, a walk-in closet door in the corner, and a large flatscreen on one wall. The king-sized bed dominated the space, a simple black frame with gray and white silk sheets, messy and rumpled. A black silk robe was draped over the footboard. There was a noticeable lack of personalization, no pictures, no art, no accessories, making it clear it was just a room to sleep in and keep clothes. It might not have been massive, but it was definitely impressive.]
[The room’s stillness and silence was quickly broken by a tangle of limbs suddenly bursting through the door, gold, blue, and black coiled around one-another as the bundle of what had to be at least two people staggered into the space. The audio seemed to pick up impressive detail, everything from the thumps of their footsteps, the soft, wet smacks of their lips, the occasional breathy gasp or gentle moan.]
[As the figures began to slow down, the details became clearer. One could make out strong, masculine golden arms encircling a slender feminine form clad in a skin tight royal blue jumpsuit, black knee-high boots and elbow-high black gloves accenting the look. Long, wavy golden hair cascaded down from her head, obscuring both of their faces as their lips locked and tongues danced in a passionate kiss, seeming lost to the world. The clinging blue suit didn’t hide much, not the pronounced hourglass figure that tapered from wide hips to a slender, toned waist, nor the tight bubble-butt her hips supported. One strong golden hand slid down her back, fingers sinking into the pliable flesh of her bountiful rear, and she gasped, breaking the kiss to pull back in surprise at his ferocity. With the two of them pulled apart, momentarily, one could take in the full beauty of the blonde’s face, tender and feminine, with pale skin, soft features, and icy-blue eyes, all framed by her long golden hair. Looking down, one could see the white circle on her chest, contained by a black border with a black number 4 in the center, positioned halfway into the valley of her full, shapely C-cups, pressed firmly against Goldenboy’s chest.]
Batgirl swallowed as the file played out before her eyes. This was what she’d been looking for. Ever since Goldenboy had first crossed over, she’d heard about him spending a little too much time with heroines. Something about the talk online, about the way her fellow heroines gave such glowing praise, it made her suspicious. She’d looked into him and found an undercurrent hinting at rather unheroic behaviors, and rumors of a tape. She’d tried to warn some of the others about it, but her words just bounced off, shut out by the glowing praise of the others. She needed proof, from an incontrovertible source, to convince them, and the more she read, the more she was convinced her friends needed to be warned. Maybe this would be enough…
Though, perhaps she should just show them a snapshot or something. The two of them hadn’t done anything but kiss and already Batgirl felt herself flushing slightly. She’d met Mrs. Storm and her husband once before, while her team was on a crossover. She’d seemed nice, certainly not the type to be unfaithful. But there she was, confirmed on tape as she eagerly made out with another man. And it didn’t seem like the first time, either...
[Sue’s shocked gasp morphed into a pleased grin. “Mmm, eager, are we? did you miss me that much?” She asked, voice warm and purring, gloved hands coming up to caress his broad, shimmering chest.]
[Goldenboy grinned back. “It’s been too long since I last had you all to myself. What is it now, a month? Besides... I can never get too much of my favorite naughty wife.” He added, a mischievous twist to turning his grin to a teasing smirk.]
[Sue pouted. “It’s not my fault…” She whined softly. “Reed got us lost in the N-zone for a whole month. Stuck in a tiny ship with the boys for a whole month, no privacy. I’m tired of boys. I need a real man.” She purred, playfully, a fingertip trailing lazily over one golden pec.]
[“So you came to me first, huh? Shouldn’t you be enjoying your privacy with your husband? Won’t he be looking for you?” He inquired, teasingly as his hand squeezed her rear once again.]
[Sue bit her lip, smirking as she softly hummed with his rough handling. “Mmm… You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?” She accused, then looked into his eyes. “My husband’s got his face buried in the data we brought back, when he should have it buried in my thighs. He wouldn’t notice if the building was on fire, let alone that his wife is out of the tower… again.” She explained. “Besides, ‘Mr. Fantastic’ isn’t quite so fantastic. He gives great head, sure, but he can stretch and flex and wiggle all he wants, he’ll never be hard enough to really scratch my itch. I need something real, something big... long… thick… hot… and hard. I need a COCK.” She emphasized each syllable as she got toward the end, her hand resting on his rippling abs, inching down with each word until her fingers slid to cup the meaty bulge in the front of his briefs.]
Batgirl could hardly believe what she was hearing, what she was watching. Dr. Richards was respected scientist, a hero, with hundreds of millions of dollars of resources at his disposal. He was everything a woman should logically want in a husband, but his wife was happy to cast him aside, just for the sake of some… dick! A voice in the back of her mind said she shouldn’t be watching this. She knew this was the real tape already. She should copy the files, extract the hackputty, and get out. But she couldn’t bring herself to listen to it, finding her attention riveted to Goldenboy’s muscular physique, to Sue’s honeyed, lusty words, her mind effortlessly recording every second of footage with perfect clarity.
[Goldenboy certainly seemed satisfied with that answer, grinning broadly, his perfect ivory teeth actually glinting as he did. with her hand cupping and massaging the meaty bulge in his shorts, the golden hand on her back slid up, weaving into her shimmering blonde locks as it cupper her head and pulled her in for a deep, lusty kiss. A muffled moan poured forth from her lips as their tongues dances, her hand squeezing and caressing the bulge faster. The kiss lasted for nearly half a minute before he finally pulled away, letting her gasp for breath.]
[Her gloved thumb came up, hooking into the waistband of his shorts, looking deep into his eyes. “I need to see it again…” she half-begged.]
[Goldenboy gave her ass a final squeeze before he let her go. “Then kneel down and get it out.” His words weren’t forceful, but his tone suddenly carried authority, power, command.]
[Sue was already moving to follow his order, so desperate for what he had to offer that she didn’t even register she’d been given one. Her lithe, feminine form was still clad in full uniform, almost like bondage gear, like latex. She hit her knees without flinching, suddenly eye-level with the bulge dominating her thoughts. Her hands came up, reverently, hooking into the waistband of his shorts, and slowly beginning to pull, rolling the tight material down inch by inch. She bit her lip in anticipation as she approached the root of his monstrous bulge.]
Batgirl found herself biting her own lip as the watched the scene unfold. Her flushed cheeks were burning, she could feel the heat spreading through the rest of her body as she reacted to the scene. It struck her like a blow when she realized she wanted to see it as badly as sue did. Reading about his exploits and hints about his true size had piqued her curiosity, and now it demanded to know what could possible be hiding within those shorts, what could make a married woman act this way. She needed to see it. The realization scared her. She wanted it already and she hadn’t seen it. What would happen if she did? She hastily reached for the keyboard.
-Stop displa
[Almost like a jack-in-the-box, the moment the fabric passed the threshold of the root of his cock, the mystical containment failed, and the true beast practically sprang free, nearly smacking the kneeling heroine in the face as it did. Even soft, the beast was easily larger than an average human’s, perhaps eight, nine inches long, and thick as her wrist, capped with a flared, wide cockhead. Beneath it hung a pair of heavy balls, like golden goose-eggs, swinging pendulously as he moved. It was difficult to tell exactly how large the shaft was, since almost as soon as it was freed it began to grow, as though the effects of her touch had been delayed until this moment. Golden veins pulsed and throbbed with the imitation of a heartbeat, feeding nonexistent blood to the golden beastly cock, each beat growing it longer, thicker, harder. Sue shivered at the sight.]
Batgirl’s finger hovered over the Y key, frozen as she stared, awestruck, at the full glory of his cock revealed. A shiver danced up her spine, her lips parting as her jaw went slack. Already the beast was bigger than any cock she’d ever seen, except perhaps one or two in porn, and he wasn’t even all the way hard yet. Her hand slowly was drawn away from key, hovering over to land on the delete button, clearing the line of text. She shouldn’t be watching. But she couldn’t stop. Something deep inside her tightened, a fluttering sensation in her core growing stronger as the member grew larger and larger on screen.
[Sue’s lips parted in a soft, breathy moan as her slender, gloved hands rose, reverently, almost out of her control as they encircled the golden slab. Already, it took two hands to close fully around its girth, and with every pulse, the loop of her fingers grew wider. She stared, slack-jawed for a moment, before her hands began to move, slowly sliding up and down the shaft, urging it to grow as her stunned expression transformed into one of eager desire. “God, I never get used to that… Fuck, look at this monster! So fucking big…” She purred, looking up into his eyes, hands moving faster as it throbbed under her touch. “Come on, stud, I want to see this beast as big as it gets. I want to see the cock that made me cum for days, the cock that stole me away from my husband, that broke me down and turned me into a cock-hungry size queen. Let me see it, let me taste it, let me worship every last inch of the biggest fucking cock in the world!” She implored, and the monster gave a mighty lurch, suddenly grinding as it stiffened, heaving itself up to it’s full glory, making her gasp.]
[The full size of his monstrous shaft was intimidating, thrusting proudly from his hips like a golden monolith, throbbing angrily at being awakened. The shaft was longer than sue’s forearm, and so thick her fingers could only barely encircle it. The smooth, flared crown gleamed like a golden apple in the light as it bobbed in the air, hypnotically. Her eyes devoured it with wanton lust, and the let out a deep, throaty moan at the sight. “Fuck, is it getting even bigger?” She half-moaned, incredulous.]
[Goldenboy smirked. “You could always check. See if it still fits.” He teased, cockily.]
A soft moan spilled past Batgirl’s lips as her mind spat out numbers that she would have sworn were exaggerated had she not come to them herself. But they were, impossibly, implausibly, right. Comparing her hands to Sue’s, a comparison she recalled perfectly from their brief meeting, and comparing Sue’s hands to the cock, Goldenboy was enormous. 15 inches long, or 38.1 centimeters, with a circumference of 12.5 inches, or 31.75 centimeters. With those confirmed, her mind immediately began spitting out more numbers. The largest recorded human penis (13.5”, 34 cm) was shorter by about 10%. Assuming Goldenboy’s was a perfect cylinder (which it wasn’t, but the math was pretty close) those numbers meant a diameter of 4 inches (10.1 cm), and a displacement volume of 188 cubic inches (12,210 cubic cm). Even as her mind chewed the numbers obsessively, her body reacted without thought. She could feel her nipples hardening into pebbles under her costume, her slit growing moist with hunger, her temperature rising as she got hornier than ever before, still staring at that hypnotic shaft.
[Sue pulled her hands away for a moment, fumbling with her gloves briefly to tug them off one hand, then the other, pale, slender fingers coming into view, her diamond wedding band glinting as it was exposed. As soon as they were free again, they returned to the looming leviathan, reluctant to have left it in the first place, the blond cooing at the touch of bare flesh on the warm, pulsing golden member. As her fingers coiled around it, she smiled up to the golden lover past the gleaming apple-sized knob. Her wedding band gleamed as she tugged the thick shaft down, leveling the weapon at her lips as her tongue peeked out to wet them. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, lips puckering as she slowly approached the cock, before finally planting a tender kiss on the tip of his gleaming crown. She let out a soft moan as her plush pink lips met the smooth, golden knob, the kiss lingering, growing deeper as her lips parted. She pushed herself forward, pressing more forcefully against the monstrous knob. Her writhing, probing tongue flicking over the smooth knob as she began to twist her head gently this way and that. She lustily kissed his fearsome cock in a passionate display of lewd affection, her eyes never leaving his, her wedding band sliding up and down his length as she worked it with both hands.]
Batgirl couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed some kind of stimulation to ease the burning need growing within her. She found herself fumbling with one golden glove, pulling it off, the now-naked hand reaching for her utility belt. Her costume seemed to be seamless, free of weak points, at first glance, but it was, above all else, practical. If she had to take the whole thing off every time she needed to use the bathroom, she wouldn’t get much crime-fighting done. As her finger tapped a button on the belt, there was a pop, and the segments protecting her crotch released their fasteners. Putting them aside, along with her glove, her bare hand swiftly found a hidden zipper in the front and pulled it down, the supple black armored fabric parting to bare her tender slit.
Batgirl’s pale, neatly-shaven pussy was flushed and glistening with arousal, the only hair remaining carefully trimmed and groomed into a little red arrowhead pointing to her pulsing pleasure bud. She bit her lip. She’d never done anything like this in costume before. It just seemed… wrong. She wasn’t exactly a virgin, but somehow masturbating in costume seemed… blasphemous. Like swearing in church. But her hesitation couldn’t match the burning need in her slit, and her naked fingers descended toward her pussy, hesitating only once, an instant before her middle finger left her slit. When the finger finally met her lips, her eyes went wide, and she whimpered around the lip she chewed. It was so intense! She’d never been this sensitive before…
[Sue’s cock-kiss broke with a wet pop, tongue flicking out one last time to dance over the smooth golden surface before she pulled away entirely, grinning up at the hero above. He smiled down at her with a teasing, playful glint in his eye. “That was quite the kiss, Mrs. Storm. Does your husband know you can kiss like that?”]
[Sue smirked. “I gave him a kiss like that one, on our anniversary. He came all over my hand and he was done for the night.” She scoffed, then pushed forward, nuzzling almost cat-like against the mighty weapon. “But this cock…” she purred, planting a tender peck on it’s length in with each pause. “This massive… beautiful… perfect cock… can last for hours… and hours… and keep cumming… over… and over… and over… I can kiss it… lick it… suck it… worship it… as long as I want... I can just spend hours… and hours… showing every… last.. inch… just how much… I love this cock…” she moaned, letting her tongue roll out to lavish a long, lusty lick on the lengthy log, lovingly lapping at the ludicrous lever.]
Batgirl bit harder at her lip to stifle her soft whimpers as her fingers went to work on her tender slit. Her eyes stayed fixed on the display of lusty worship filling the screen in front of her as her slender middle finger delved between her sensitive lips, teasing her inner folds as it ran up and down her slit. Every touch was like a static shock of pleasure, sudden and sharp, her insanely sensitive body reacting to every feathery touch. Each shocking bolt of electric pleasure arced along her nerves to her core, making her abs spasm. her touched grew more bold, more forceful, as her body came to crave the jolts of sensation, the first finger soon joined by a second. Her clit throbbed, given wide berth by her questing fingers, almost out of fear. If her lips were this sensitive, then her clit would be just… too much.
[Goldenboy groaned with pleasure under the eager, affectionate worship of Sue’s mouth, her lusty words abandoned for action. She planted juicy kisses all around his golden girth, dragged her tongue over each and every inch of cock that came within reach, grazed her teeth over the bulging veins lining his shaft. Her hands cupped and massaged his heavy golden goose-eggs, weighing them and their heavy cargo in her palms. All the while, her eyes flicked back and forth between the object of her worshipful devotion and its owner, seeking approval in his shimmering sapphire orbs. It was a lovely sight. “Mmm, just like that.” He murmured in encouragement. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet. Show me how much you love it. Worship that cock.” His voice was deep and full of authority as he took hold of her hair, steering her face this way and that over his length.]
Batgirl shouldn’t have been doing this. Batgirl was a symbol of justice, a defender of the night, a fighter. She should be letting herself be affected by some guy’s weird powers. She shouldn’t be drooling over the sight of his glorious, glistening muscles, or melting to the sound if his powerful voice. She shouldn’t be getting this turned on by his stallion-sized cock, or wishing she was on her knees in place of the woman on the screen. She shouldn’t be sinking her teeth into one gloved finger to silence her moans. She shouldn’t be spreading her thighs wider to make room for the fingers that definitely shouldn’t be pushing into her dripping slit, finger-fucking herself in a computer room. But beneath Batgirl’s cowl, Barbara Gordon was a woman, and no woman could resist the scene before her. Everything about her craved the pure, potent power of the monstrous prick that was swiftly dominating her mind.
[Suddenly Goldenboy pulled Sue back by her golden locks, pulling her off his shaft as she let loose a disappointed moan. He grinned down at her. “You’ll get your chance for another taste later.” He promised, letting go of her hair to take her by the hand and lift her to her feet. “Right now, I need something a little more… intense.” He commented, suddenly pulling on her hand to pull her close, his strong arms wrapping around her to hold her there as he kissed her with a burning passion. With a soft moan, she seemed to melt against his impossibly hard body, his monstrous shaft pressed against her stomach as their tongues danced. The upper hand ran up her back to her neck, slipping under her hair to find the zipper at the back of her neck. She offered no resistance as he began to pull the zipper down, her tongue coiling with his while it slid down the contours of her spine until it stopped just above the swell of her ass. When the zipper stopped, he broke the kiss, grinning as he suddenly took a step back, leaving the dazed wife standing stunned. “Strip.” He commanded, and she smiled.]
[She turned, looking back over one shoulder with a smirk as the took hold of the suit that clung to her like a second skin and tugged. The zipper parted wider and wider as she tugged, the blonde’s pale, flawless flesh emerging from the royal blue material. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her perfect breasts jiggling, full and natural, and capped with pebble-hard peachy-pink nipples. Her generous mounds looked closer to D cups without the tight grip of the material. Sue paused as the top of the jumpsuit fell away and she began to work the tight material past her slender waist and down to her generous hips. She gave them a seductive sway as she walked the material down one hip at a time, before it finally slipped over the widest part and fell down her long legs. She bent over to step out of her boots and the jumpsuit at the same time, thrusting her tight, heart-shaped ass high into the air and baring the smooth-shaven peach between her thighs, glistening with arousal.]
[As she spun around to face him once again, skin completely bare, she was met by his powerful golden body as he stepped forward. His powerful arms wrapped her in a strong embrace, her bare flesh pressing to his as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She gasped into his lips when she felt the hot iron shaft of his cock slip between her thighs, thick and pulsing against her needy pussy. Then, suddenly, they were both airborne, floating effortlessly off the ground, slowly rotating, her weight supported upon the leviathan cock. Their lustful embrace lofted higher and higher, tracing a slow spiral through the air until they came to a stop above the center of the bed. Slowly, they descended, tipping until he could lay her back upon the silky sheets below. When their lips finally parted, he was hovering just inches above her, grinning. “Tell me that you want.” He commanded.]
[sue shivered, tightening her grip on his unyielding shoulders as she looked deep into his eyes, her wedding band gleaming, a symbol of a bond she now ignored as she began to speak, her tone deep and hot, but absolutely unwavering. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like my husband never will. I want you to fuck me like a nasty cheating slut. I want you to take that fucking perfect monster cock and stuff my cheating pussy until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me for hours, to make me cum, and cum, and cum, until I beg you for rest, and then I want you to keep fucking pounding me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, then fuck me until I pass out, and then fuck me awake again. I want you to keep me speared on your cock for days and days, until my husband finally wonders where I’ve been. I want you to send me back to him bow-legged and sore, and so full of your superior cum that I drip for a week. I want to be your personal married cum-dump, your spoiled size queen slave.”]
Batgirl moaned into the palm of her gloved hand. Even from a recording, she could easily see and hear the absolute, unflinching honesty of Sue’s words as she begged to get fucked. Her absolute devotion to Goldenboy, to his titanic cock, to the unfathomable pleasure he offered, a devotion stronger than her marriage, resonated in Batgirl’s mind. Her fingers uncontrollably pushed deeper and deeper into her dripping slit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. The concept of pleasure so intense that it was worth anything, worth everything, worked its way through the cracks in her mental armor to find purchase deep in the darkest recesses of her mind. Her fingers curled inside her, making her moan into her glove once again as she found a pleasure center inside herself.
[Goldenboy grinned, his impossibly huge shaft giving an appreciative lurch as his arousal grew. “Good answer.” He commented, reaching down, a golden hand wrapping halfway around his massive shaft. He floated a little higher, raising his hips until the golden crown of his cock pointed at her sensitive, shaven slit, pulsing with anticipation. Sue’s eyes were wide as she stared down her body through the valley of her breasts, eyes locked in fascination with his immense cock as it nosed against her delicate petals. Her hands balled into fists, wrapping around handfuls of his sheets for some sort of leverage as she bit her lip in anticipation.]
It couldn’t possibly fit. His shaft was enormous, as big around as a man’s forearm and insanely long. The logical portion of batgirl’s mind, what little of it still functioned, screamed objections about the plausibility of the union, that it would be like giving birth backwards, at best. But Batgirl’s curiosity was in charge now. She had to see it. She had to see what it was like, how it fit, how it felt. How anyone could possible give anyone pleasure enough to drive a married woman to such extremes.
[Goldenboy’s hips pushed down, lacking no strength despite him being entirely without support to brace against, sinking slowly, with irresistible force. Sue’s back arched sharply, her head rolling back as her voice rose to a scream, her lips parting around the titanic invader. Her body shook as the fist-sized head spread her slit open, wider and wider, as it bored implacably forward. It looked torturous, but for the sweet tones of her exultant, wailing cries. His golden body covered her slender, feminine one, floating just above her as he fed more and more unstoppable cock into her. It seemed an eternity before the head slipped through her vice-like entrance, the golden hero’s pace unchanged as he continued to drive deeper and deeper into her.]
Just as the head pushed into the blonde on the screen, the redhead in front of it curled her fingers harder, eyes widening as they found her g-spot. As her digits made contact with the bundle of nerves her eyes went wide, gloved hand clamping harder over her lips as she let loose a deep, ragged moan. She was beyond sensitive, every brush of her fingers over the nerves sent lightning through her body. She was dripping with arousal, her sweet nectar soaking the fabric around her womanly core, her nipples diamond-hard against her armored costume. But even this wasn’t enough. With her eyes riveted on the thick golden pillar plunging into Sue’s body, a need grew inside her. A third finger joined the first two, making her slit stretch with a deeply satisfying ache. She’d never used three fingers before, she’d never needed three, but her need couldn’t be satisfied. Her fingers seemed woefully insufficient compared to the brutal thickness ravaging the blonde’s body.
[With six inches of golden cock filling her spasming slit, slightly less than half his incomparable cock, Sue let loose a throaty moan, head whipping side to side. Her fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, nails raking over invulnerable skin, and suddenly she arched her entire body, slamming her hips up to meet his glacial descent. A foot of cock disappeared into her desperately needy pussy, barely three inches left outside her, and she moaned again. She locked her icy blue eyes with her lover’s sapphire orbs. “Come on, stud, fuck me good. Fuck ‘gentle’, I want you to fuck me hard, deep, and fast, fuck me like I’m your personal whore!” She challenged. “I’ve been waiting a whole month for another taste of your cock, and I can’t wait another second for every last inch of that fat, golden co-AAH!”]
[Her lusty plea was cut off with a sharp cry when Goldenboy gave her what she wanted. He dropped his hips hard, slamming her hips back down to the bed. There was a moment that almost seemed like slow motion as his cock paused, three inches still outside her, woefully un-fucked. Then her scream rose an octave and the last of his monster disappeared into her, plowing through an unseen barrier to let his hips smack hers loudly. An explosion of pleasure wracked her body as his cock filled depths no other cock ever would or could. Her body spasmed around the intruder, gripping like a vice on his shaft, her entire body writhing under the unfathomable pleasure that rolled out from her core that seemed to go on forever.]
Batgirl’s trio of fingers thrust relentlessly, pushing into her slit to the knuckle, her eyes hungrily taking in every second of the file that played before her. Goldenboy’s beastly cock, every last inch hilted in the deepest depths of an orgasmic, married superheroine. It was, by all logic, impossible. No cock that large should have been able to fit in any woman, let alone one so slender, so beautiful. Cervical penetration was just a myth, propagated by unrealistic porn. And yet, here she was, furiously fingering herself as she watched a woman hilt fifteen inches of beefy, superhuman cock, taking it all the way to the womb and loving every second of it. Not just watching, but desperately craving to take her place, longing for that perfect golden cock. None of this made any sense. The only part she understood was the need, growing deep inside her, growing stronger with each passing second, Her fingers jabbed at her g-spot once again, making her body stiffen and scream into her glove with barely-restrained passion.
[Goldenboy held himself there, hilted inside his lover, for a long moment, grinning wickedly as she came on his cock. “You really were desperate for my cock, weren’t you?” He teased. “It’s been awhile since you came just from putting it in.” He added as her thrashing climax seemed to fade. Before she could form a proper response, he suddenly moved again, dragging half his beastly cock out of her, head teasing her sensitive inner walls. Then just as suddenly, he slammed the beast back in, battering through her resistance and into her deepest, most sacred depths once more, making her wail like a banshee as her body spasmed with an orgasmic aftershock.]
[With each mighty thrust, Goldenboy’s thrusts grew faster, his hips pounding his unstoppable cock into her spasming slit with relentless speed. He took her, claimed her, used her body for his pleasure, and she loved every second of it. Her sweet moans of ecstasy rose and fell with each drive of his hips, her hands white-knuckling on his invulnerable shoulders as she held on for dear life. Each powerful stroke made her entire body jump, the force of his driving thrusts nearly pushing her into the headboard over and over. His hands, not needed to support himself, were eagerly at work, hungrily groping and kneading her wildly-jiggling breasts. His fingers deftly sought out her sensitive, diamond-hard nipples, teasing, tweaking, and tugging, provoking appreciative moans between her ragged cries of unfathomable lust.]
Batgirl winced as a fourth finger joined its neighbors driving into her desperately needy pussy, stretching her wider still. It was too much to handle and not enough to satisfy at once. She felt like she was losing her mind, she longed, craved, needed, but nothing she had was enough to satisfy her need. The hand over her mouth was losing its grip, fingers falling away, releasing her panting breaths and ragged moans to the world. Her body was so incredibly sensitive that it sang under the slightest touch, and each rub of her fingers on her sensitive spot sent bolts of pleasure beyond anything she’d known racing up her spine. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, big enough, hard enough… She needed more. She needed it now.
[Goldenboy’s hips smacked Sue’s like a jackhammer, fucking like a machine, his hips almost a blur as he pumped his perfect, powerful pussy-punishing prick, pounding and pummeling her perfectly pink pussy. She couldn’t fight him, even if she’d wanted to, and that seemed the farthest thing from her mind as her fingers wove together behind his neck. All she could do was ride out his endless lusts, lay back and hold on as his superhuman stamina drove him forever, screaming and moaning with unending pleasure. He suddenly groaned as his pace quickened, looking down at his blonde lover. “Here it comes…” Was all the warning he offered, half-growing the words through his lust.]
[Sue knew exactly what to do as her voice rose to a throaty moan, her twitching legs rising up to wrap around his waist, her arms tightening around his neck until she lifted herself off the bed, pulling herself against his immovable body. together, they slammed down to the bed, his massive cock throbbing larger inside her as he pushed his fat crown into her womb, golden goose-egg balls pulling tight against the root of his shaft. She arched her back, flattening herself against his unyielding body, squeezing around him as he bottomed out inside her, and screamed out. “Give it to me, stud! Fucking fill me up! Drown my pussy!”]
[The golden idol of lust let loose a deep groan of intense pleasure as his heavy balls clenched, the seed within overflowing, surging up his length. Sue let loose a wordless, high-pitched scream as his shaft pulsed, blasting forth white-hot cream into her womb, liquid heat flooding her depths and triggering another explosive climax. She thrashed and spasmed underneath his iron-hard body, her moans coming in sync with each jet of seed blasted into her depths, each endless rope of cum more than her husband could cum in a week]
As the blonde on screen came with the flood of potent, superhuman seed blasting her womb, Batgirl's need took over. Her hand curled, her long, probing fingers inside grinding at her g-spot while the rough heel of her hand came down on the aching pink pleasure button of her clit, peeking out from it’s hood. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, both pleasure centers exploding in electric shockwaves, distinct flavors of orgasmic pleasure that blended together into one unstoppable sensation. It raced along her nerves like lightning, so strong she thought her nerves would be vaporized by the raw power of it. As the lightning rolled through her, every other sensation was crushed beneath the overwhelming magnitude of the pleasure flooding her body. It ran to her spine and up it, like a backwards lightning rod, arcs propagating out along every nerve in their path until the sensation consumed her. The sensation struck her brain and every thought came to a grinding halt as her mind was suddenly drowned in chemical rewards. There was a moment of perfect mental silence in the grip of overwhelming pleasure, her world an endless expanse of pure pleasure for the briefest of instants. She couldn’t hear the deep, exultant scream forcing itself from her lungs, feel her body trembling and wildly spasming in absolute pleasure.
She lost her sense of time to thoughtless pleasure, unable to tell how long she seized and spasmed like she was hooked up to a high voltage cable before she collapsed like the power had been cut, limp and weak as the warm, soothing blanket of afterglow settled over her after the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her thoughts were still hazy with the warmth of afterglow. What was afterglow, anyway? She’d never bothered to look it up before. Was it just a lingering sensation, a left over from the orgasm as the reward chemicals were flushed out of her brain? Did it serve some social bonding purpose? Perhaps it encouraged primitive females to keep screwing after one round? She sighed as the train of thought picked up once again, her blissful mental silence swiftly disappearing. She winced as she pulled her dripping fingers from her freshly-orgasmic slit, glancing to the screen.
[Sue and Goldenboy still clung together, Sue panting and glistening with sweat, goldenboy breathing heavily, but deep and steady. There was a long moment of post-coital recovery before suddenly Goldenboy moved once again, making Sue gasp. He dragged half his shaft out of her once more and slammed it to the root in a single motion, a rivulet of thick white cum dripping out of her abused hole. He grinned wickedly as she gaped in shock at her lover, the sensations too intense to handle. “I seem to remember somebody saying something about ‘fuck me until I beg for rest, then keep going’.” He commented, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “That’s two. I wonder how many it’ll take for you to pass out…” He let the comment linger for it’s meaning to sink in. Before she could gather herself to ask if he intended to actually go through with it, he thrust again, her words lost to a rough moan.]
Batgirl’s eyes widened to match Sue’s. Just how long was this tape? She glanced to the text screen and suddenly froze. There were new lines of text on the screen.
[Message]
[Anon: Pretty good, huh?]
Batgirl’s mind filled with thousands of possibilities. None of them were good. She’d been discovered on the SHIELD database, to be certain… but by who? And why would they send her a message like that, rather than locking her out, or deploying the murder squads? SHIELD seemed like they’d have murder squads. Batgirl bit her lip, hesitant. If they hadn’t reported her already… She paused, wiping off her juicy fingers on her cape before reaching for the holographic keyboard.
-Reply: Who is this?
[Anon: You don’t recognize me? Odd, considering how much we have in common.]
[Anon: Black Widow doesn’t share the web easily, little bat.]
Batgirl leapt to her feet, scrambling as she groped for her discarded glove, her crotch-plate, and the zipper of her costume all at once. Then she froze when she heard a metallic snap from the door beside her, and the doorknob, locked just a moment ago, began to turn. The video was still playing, filling the room with the sounds of moans and gasps as her heart thundered in her chest. She’d fucked up. Rookie mistake. And now she’d be at the mercy of whatever death squad came through the door.
The door opened, and a familiar figure dominated it, casually leaning against the frame, a teasing grin baring perfect ivory teeth. Goldenboy’s presence was only more powerful in person, more impressive, more intimidating, more intoxicating. His sculpted muscles gleamed in the light as his sapphire eyes looked her over with an almost casual hunger, his package bulging out the front of his black shorts like an orange. His eyes flicked over to the screen, the sounds of sex filling the room as his image pounded into Sue Storm’s. He gave an understanding nod.
Batgirl couldn’t move as the golden figure stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. she watched as he raised a hand to a subtle earpiece, tapping it. “Thanks for the tip, Nat. Swing by Sunday and I’ll show you my appreciation properly.” He commented, then tapped it again, before turning his attention back to her in full, grinning. “I see you’re a little curious about me.” He said, nodding to the video where Sue was screaming her lungs out. Batgirl shivered slightly. God, his voice was so strong, so powerful. “Maybe I can answer some of your questions. Tell me, what do you want to know?” He added, stepping closer until she was just a few feet from his overwhelming presence. She bit her lip, glancing to the screen for some sort of guidance, only one new line waiting for her gaze.
[Anon: Enjoy. ;)]
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