Ballet

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

The hung Aaron was the same as ever regardless of what type of shower he took. A huge cock and a full set of swinging balls to compliment it. Cassandra was much more excited, running to the front door and sliding it open.

Cassandra didn't care that she wasn't wearing clothes. Honestly, Aaron didn’t either. After all the mind manipulation he did, he felt like a god. His very world was in a strange high.

So not only Cassandra but Aaron too. Neither bothered with clothes and walked nude into the hallway of the ryokan.

Her body moved with the grace and confidence of an assassin, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. She skipped lightly. Aaron walked two steps behind, his stride casual and unhurried.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

The hall was filled with the faint scent of natural minerals and the distant sound of water gently cascading over rocks. Nature was one with him. Aaron could almost feel every droplet.

'Ivy was right. There are elemental forces other than the Green that I can tap into.' His fingers, ever since this morning, had been jittery. Yes, he had learned something valuable today. Very, very valuable.

As they turned a corner, they unexpectedly encountered a couple. Both Aaron and Cassandra weren't surprised. One was the Chosen One and the other had ears that could hear heartbeats.

What did surprise them was the identity of the couple.

‘Christopher Nakano, former mayor of Gotham City. He lost the election to Lucius Fox.’ Aaron's gaze turned. ‘And his wife, Koyuki.

The married couple were flabbergasted to see a pair of nudists. Christopher ogled at the perky tits of the young Chinese martial arts. His wife gaped as she scanned Aaron's muscles and abs and—

“Oh.”

His glorious white cock. The delicious member that hung there like a divine tool.

Neither Cassandra or Aaron cared for the exposure. They were young and adventurous and it just didn't matter to them.

The same could not be said for the Japanese couple. Since they hailed from Gotham, they expected Tokyo to be a bit calmer. Apparently not.

“Mayor Christopher,” Aaron greeted. “We're from Gotham too. Good to meet you.”

“Oh,” Christopher said, his surprise evident but his demeanor composed. All of a sudden, it made sense. A Gotham couple. Yep, fair enough. No matter who it or where they were, people from Gotham made everything complicated and crazy.

Christopher's gaze flickered down. He had been so locked on Cassandra's hot body that he forgot to glance at Aaron.

What a mistake.

The base of his cock was terrifyingly thick. Triple his own, no doubt. So he went down. The former mayor tried to see how big this cock really. It couldn't be that big. But it was. Ooh, it was SO fucking was. His gaze kept going…and kept going…and going…until he actually stopped and looked over at his wife.

Koyuki, his own wife, was glued to the white member, her bottom lip bitten erotically. He had never seen her like that. He had never seen her react like this when he first exposed himself.

A hand suddenly waved in front of him. Cassandra Cain was close. Too close, maybe. "Hi."

But Christopher did not step back. His eyes widened as recognition set in. "Yes, I recognize you. You're…Wayne's daughter. Cassandra Cain.”

“Mhm, mhm,” Cassandra confirmed with a nod, her tone casual. “We met at parties.”

The former mayor and the richest man in Gotham probably had a lot of intersecting social circles.

“This is my wife, Koyuki Nakano,” Christopher introduced, trying to steer the conversation back to normalcy despite the huge red flag in front of him. The husband and wife wore matching black yukatas. They should have been in sync, especially due to their great time at spring.

But no. That white dong ruined everything. Christopher actually had to tug at his wife's sleeve to break her out of it.

Koyuki chuckled nervously, her hair with a kanzashi (a pin) that set it into a ponytail. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and amusement as she looked them over. First Cassandra with her tight Asian body and then Aaron with the peak male physique.

“W-wow, I'm impressed. I guess what they say about white men is true!” Koyuki exclaimed, her gaze lingering on Aaron's cock.

“Koyuki…!” Christopher admonished, tugging at her sleeve. But fucking hell, that cock was huge. He couldn't blame his wife for the slip-up.

“Sorry, sorry,” Koyuki said, not sounding particularly apologetic. She turned to Cassandra, her expression more serious. "You're a lucky gal. My husband over here isn't half as big—"

“Koyuki…!” Christopher repeated, his embarrassment deepening.

“How many children?”

“Triplets.”

“Oooh, I bet. Those balls are just swimming with baby batter~”

“Don't you have kids?”

“Just one. Took several loads to make too—” Christopher tugged at her sleeve hard and Koyuki cut herself off to laugh. “Ahem. What I'm trying to say is... I get it. The Asian girl white boy stereotype is a stereotype for a reason.”

Cassandra tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes thoughtful. "I like Aaron, not white guys. People say race affects size but that's not true. Everyone other than Aaron is too small in my opinion.” She then turned to the former mayor and added matter-of-factly, “You’re three point seven inches soft, sir. Small.”

“W-what?”

Four inches soft was small? According to Cassandra's warped perspective, yes. Her standard was Aaron and therefore every man in Gotham and Japan was smaller. Because no one could measure up to Aaron.

Christopher couldn't even correct her. She got the precise number right down to the decimal point. Talk about scary…

“All right, Cass, let’s get going,” Aaron interjected, gently taking Cassandra’s hand and guiding her past the couple.

Cassandra waved again, her demeanor still unbothered. “Nice to meet you,” she said as they walked away.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Christopher and Koyuki watched them till they made the turn. Aaron didn't need telepathy to hear what they were saying though.

“Christopher, you hear that thing?”

“I do, love.”

“I never thought I'd see a dick that much bigger than yours.”

“Me neither,” Christopher grumbled.

Subjected to his own wife gushing about a white stranger's bigger cock was punishment enough for screwing up Gotham, Aaron thought.

“That nutsack—”

“I know.”

“Imagine trying to sleep with someone else after tha—”

“I know.”

Cassandra giggled and elbowed him. Thwap! Thwap! Aaron smiled too. The couple continued down the hallway, the sounds of the ryokan fading into the background, replaced by the calming whisper of the hot springs.

Entering the bathing area, they stepped into the changing room, which was more of a formality than a necessity for them. They took the same path they did last time, except now the springs were empty. The warm, humid air embraced them as they moved through the space. The sound of water gently bubbling up from the spring created a soothing melody that immediately began to wash away the stress of the day.

Cassandra dipped her toes into the water first, her eyes closing in contentment as the warmth enveloped her. She waded in slowly, savouring the sensation, and Aaron followed, flaccid cock disappearing into the hot water.

They found a comfortable spot near the edge of the pool, where the water was deep enough to cover them up to their shoulders but shallow enough to sit comfortably on the natural stone benches. The heat penetrated their muscles and easing any tension.

"This is perfect," Aaron murmured, his eyes half-closed as he leaned back against the stones.

Cassandra nodded, her own expression serene.

But she couldn't sit still.

It was the morning. She was supposed to train or go out or do something. Sex was an excellent substitution. However, with every passing day, Cassandra was getting stronger. She was growing older and getting closer to her prime.

Cassandra stepped out of the spring and onto the smooth stone floor surrounding it. Her body glistened with moisture, her muscles subtly defined beneath her scarred skin. Aaron’s eyes followed her as she began to move, mesmerized by her wet figure and the fluidity of her existence.

Aaron was something close to a god and yet Cassandra always managed to reel him in. Always.

Cassandra took a deep breath, her tits rising and falling in a controlled rhythm. She lifted one leg, her toes pointed perfectly as she extended it behind her in a graceful arabesque. Her arms flowed elegantly into position, one reaching forward while the other curved parallel to the leg behind her. She held the pose for a moment, her balance impeccable, and her slit of her pussy out.

He stared at that cunt for as long as she held that pose. Cassandra Cain didn't have some wobbly ass or huge tits that burst through the seams. She was scarred and trained. A figure that took shape from training and dedication.

From the alluring pose, she transitioned seamlessly into a series of pirouettes. Each spin was executed with perfect control, her body rotating effortlessly as her feet barely made a sound on the stone floor. Aaron couldn’t help but admire the way her firm butt flexed and moved with each step. If he was a pervert, he would have whistled and slapped that ass.

But he wasn't. He observed with the cadence of a perv and a lover. He wanted to watch this while judging it fairly.

Which was hard given how much his balls were rumbling. Cassandra, no matter which way you twisted it, was a hot Asian chick.

Cassandra then stopped. She restarted with a deep plié, her knees bending smoothly as she kept her back straight and her arms gracefully rounded. Her firm buttocks and toned legs flexed powerfully. As for the dripping from her cunt, Aaron couldn't tell whether that was her juices or the water or maybe even some leftover bit of his cum.

Rising from the plié, she transitioned into a graceful tendu, sliding one foot outwards while keeping her toes pointed perfectly.

What she did next was her cope de grace. Cassandra performed a high leg extension. Standing on one leg, she lifted the other slowly, drawing it up her body. Higher, higher, higher, not using her arm.

He had been comfortable up until her leg went so high that she openly presented her pussy . Suddenly, the water rippled as his raging erection peeked from the surface. He looked calm but his balls were absolutely churning toward a no-contact premature ejaculation.

Cassandra's legs was pointed vertically. Pointed to the heavens with a single goal: to gain inner peace and warm herself up. Her hand went on to grab her ankle, not because she was losing balance, but to create a perfect arch of herself.

Ballet was a quiet exercise. Never in Aaron's life did he think it would be so hot.

Without thinking, while her eyes were closed and she was in her own little world, Aaron projected a glass of cold water in his hand. He brought the creation of light to his lips while his cock struggled not to nut.

"Wow," Aaron said, the glass disappearing and his smile full of admiration. "I knew you liked to watch ballet but I didn't know you actually did it.”

Admiration that hid just how hot he found dance—that was how hot he was getting.

Cassandra turned on her heel to face him while still holding the pose, her breathing steady despite the exertion. This was the ultimate exposure yet she felt no shame. "It's a secret," she replied.

"Let me guess, Barbara?" Aaron asked, curious about the origins of her hidden talent.

"No," Cassandra said, shaking her head slightly. "She does do ballet but not my kind. Remember when I told you that I visit the Gotham Metropolitan Ballet all the time? I do it for a friend there. She teaches me.”

Even after having kids, Cassandra was the wandering type. Other than Aaron's apartment, the theatre was her main home. Stephanie Brown and Harper Row were also regularly blessed with Cassandra's presence. She slept on their couches or would watch ballet on television.

“You'll have to introduce me to that friend.”

Cassandra resumed her ballet and her leg came down. Aaron's cock sighed in relief. He didn't know how much more he could handle. Cassandra performed a series of développés, her legs extending high and her toes pointed perfectly. Her body moved with a fluidity that seemed almost unnatural, every motion a testament to her incredible discipline and skill.

Her holes were exposed proudly. Regularly, her cunt and asshole would spread open. Cassandra did not mind if anyone saw her. Why should she?

“Maybe I should get into ballet too," Aaron suggested

That was what broke her from her ballet. Immediately, both feet hit the stone floor and she made an X-mark with her arms.

“Nuh-uh.” Cassandra shook her head, arms emphasizing X-mark. “Your dick is too big. Thwap, thwap, thwap! Gonna fling all over the place.”

“...that was strangely accurate.”

‘And true.’

Cassandra resumed her ballet, her focus returning to the graceful movements of her body. Aaron watched her for a while longer, mesmerized by her fluidity and grace. It was clear that ballet was more than just a hobby for her; it was a form of expression, a way for her to connect with a part of herself that words could never fully capture.

Eventually, Aaron decided to give her some space. "I'll leave you to your dance," he said, his gargantuan cock heaving. "Enjoy.”

She gave a peace-sign. Cassandra Cain was the only woman in the world that could look away from his incredible erection with such ease. Anyone else would have gasped and ran for it. She didn't and that was one of the reasons why he loved her. She loved him more for his dick.

He went to the change room and decided to put on a black bath robe. It wasn't the best cover-up but it was better than nothing.

When the belt was secured....