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Chapter 191 by MrLarsBar MrLarsBar

What's next?

Animalistic sex

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Oh~♡! Oh~♡! Mwah~! Ah~♡! Ahhh! Ohhh~! Ooh~♡! Ooooooh~♡! "

First thing in the morning, it was sex. Second, it was a blowjob. Third, it was oral. Fourth–

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

"You're so fucking good, Cass…so tight…!"

A loud groan devoid of ecstasy interrupted the moment. "You two are animals…animals, I tell you!"

Stephanie groaned again, laying on her bed utterly exhausted. Bags hung underneath her eyes. Her neck was fitted with a lace of hickeys. She turned, revealing the redness in her rear, and sighed as she watched the two intruders in her room.

Cassandra Cain and Aaron Reigner.

Yep, they just couldn't get enough of each other. Their hands rarely left each other and when it did it was because they were busy conjuring up another impossibly flexible position. Stephanie had seen them giving each other oral while on the edge of the bed. It was insane. The trust, the equilibrium, it was like what she had experienced with Tim or Dean wasn't sex. It was…lesser. Somehow. It wasn't supposed to make sense but watching them do it did. The sex was on a different plane of existence. It was hardly human.

Stephanie had given up half way into dawn, the two of them kept going. They just…never stopped. Right now, for example, Aaron was fucking her asshole. Drinking a bottle of water, Aaron laughed and continued to clap her cheeks. His hips rolled back and forth, back and forth. The wet noises of her asshole and his cock reverberated.

"Sorry, Stephanie. We'll be done in a moment." He leaned forward and whispered something in Cassandra's ears. Her back arched. Her hips started to beat against his pelvis faster. The rhythm seemed to match to the smallest nanosecond. His ballsack swung and pounded her rear. Stephanie watched with one eye, too exhausted yet finding it mildly soothing. The tempo seemed to go faster and faster, like the gradual increase of counting sheep.

"Here it is!" Aaron slammed himself into her and came. Stephanie sighed and watched him unload.

"You guys are insane…"

Cassandra stuck her tongue out, smug, then moaned as the cock withdrew out of her and transformed her expression into primal pleasure. The cum dripping from her rear was…asinine. Simply ridiculous. The volume must have exceeded a fucking bucket of milk.

"I swear, it's like your balls never run out," Stephanie commented, "I mean, I guess that's why they're so massive but still."

The window was open since the stench was sex stained every object and particle in the room. For a moment, Stephanie regretted choosing her room. However, after feeling the load inside her on top of the lingering aftershocks, she decided otherwise. Plus, despite how overbearing it was, the smell was delicious. Just maybe a little too strong.

"I've never seen Cass so…" Stephanie trailed off. She had known her best friend for so long but never had she acted like this. Never had she seemed like a decrepit whore or a willing participant to being a slut to a man. Her other half, her duo, was vaguely bisexual from what she had gathered and moderately interested in sex but this…this made it seem like she had the libido of a hundred prostitutes. Given her training and temperament, that was probably an understatement too.

Stephanie thanked all that was holy that the Wayne Manor was totally soundproof. Even when pressed to the door, nothing less than a nuclear explosion could leak out the room. That was how well-protected it was. The wood, metas, and alloys embedded within the walls were of the highest military-grade. Billions had been spent for the reconstruction of Wayne Manor and it was worth it.

Of course, there was the lingering fear that someone heard. "Ugh, I mean, we did fuck pretty loud…"

"We did." Thwap! Aaron's flaccid swung right in front of her eye. It was just…incredulous looking at that thing. How did it fit inside her? How had it fucked her? Stephanie Brown did not know. All she could seem to gauge from the monster cock was that it was bigger than all her previous boyfriends combined…

'Ha.'

Aaron Reigner read her inner monologue like a book. It was that easy for him. With his senses dialled up to eleven, he could see and hear the innocent emotions behind her movements. The way her eyes blinked, the way she decided to move her fingers. He had always been able to do this but now it was on a whole other level. Now he could understand people like a telepath without actually needing mind reading powers.

His penis was two inches away from her. She turned her so that her full settled onto its glorious, sheathed form. Circumcised, thick, subtly veiny, long and hanging, hiding a considerable nutsack…without the **** dulling her, Stephanie could react without reserve. Praise, compliment, and admire without holding back. Mesmerized, she could hardly hear him as he called out to her.

"Steph? Stephanie?" Aaron repeated. Sighing, he put a hand on his hip and intoned loudly, "My clothes, please."

"O-oh." Stephanie blushed and instantly rolled away to grab his stuff. "S-sorry, I thought you were going to ask me for a blowjob or something. Here…"

Aaron found her reaction cute but did not laugh. He couldn't blame her, after all, he was just…superior. His junk could probably tame the universe with its size and shale. Even so, he put on his pants to hide its presence. Stephanie ogled like a shameless pervert as he covered up the manhood that had been fucking her silly. Because…well…just like that, it was gone. Covered. The delectable smell cut from her nose. Protected by a fabric that would likely tear if it oh-so desired. Aaron was that big and virile. Not to mention the rest of his body was marvellous. A slutty waist that just tempted a woman to cling onto, lean muscles that refused to border on the ridiculous, and a handsome face accompanied. Even his fucking gluts were fantastic and probably as thick and toned as Nightwing's (Aaron could tell she would have to double check on that). All in all, Stephanie Brown could not find a single fault in him as a male specimen.

Cassandra stretched her arms out, breasts jiggling slightly, and allowed thick plops to fall from her gaping cunt. She sighed, relieved, then turned to Aaron.

"Shower?"

His lips twitched upwards. "Are we gonna fuck?"

Are they?

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