Continuing with Batgirl and Livewire.

Brandon left Batwoman with a stream of white dripping from her hips and made his way to Batgirl, still helpless in the afterglow of at least one finger-induced orgasm. He pushed Livewire aside, and she unwittingly made room for him. Batgirl panted, leaning back against the wall, though she had the energy to moan when he stopped and pushed his cock up her cunt, aided by Livewire’s fingers still working her bud. Brandon grabbed her ass and hefted her up a few inches, enough for him to fuck her without crouching, and fucked her with a slow, easy rhythm so he didn’t topple over or sprain anything.

Livewire flicked Batgirl’s nipple and received a grunt in response. “Tired already? I thought you were running with the grown-ups now. Not much of a hero if you can’t even last through a whole fight.”

Batgirl shook her head and looked right at Brandon for a single terrifying moment, then to Livewire. “Just…biding my time.”

“Sure you are. And I’m Hawkgirl in disguise.” She fingered herself as she grabbed Batgirl around the neck, getting off to the sight of the superhero being **** even if the magic prevented her from recognizing it. “You don’t belong here, kid. You’re not good enough for the major leagues.”

“M’not…a kid…oh, God, you’re making me so wet!” Batgirl wrapped an arm around Brandon’s shoulders, taking some of the pressure off his hands. Her other hand grabbed Livewire’s wrist, trying to **** it off and clear her airway.

“Damn, girl, you have no idea how much I’m enjoying this,” Two fingers pounded Livewire’s pussy, occasionally giving off a spark and making Brandon jump. “Finally having one of you just where I want you. I don’t even care if you’re a sidekick. I’m gonna **** you until you beg me to stop.”

“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” Brandon pumped his hips one last time, filling Batgirl with another chemically-enhanced sperm deposit. She shook against him, holding him close and burying her face in his neck for a long moment before she slumped, panting.

Livewire laughed and groaned as a spasm wracked her shapely blue hips, grinding her clit against her own hand. “You’re enjoying this? Kinky. None of my usual masked heroes beg to be tortured.”

He pulled Batgirl off his dick and placed her feet back on the ground, and he stepped away when he saw the fire in her eyes. “Because…because if you keep going…you’ll eventually make a mistake!” She grabbed her cape and pulled it free from her cowl, spreading it wide as she whirled on Livewire. The villain, engrossed in her own orgasm, barely gasped before the cape wrapped around her, covering her from the waist up. Batgirl grabbed the other side of the cape and pulled it tight, and no amount of lightning from Livewire’s legs did a thing to it. “We have insulated capes too, Sparky. More than enough for an electricity villain.”

The screams coming from under cape were muffled, but he could guess at what they meant. Still, Batgirl had presented him with a chance of his own. On his fourth try he grabbed one of Livewire’s flailing ankles, and the fight left it in an instant. He worked his way up to her hips, lifting them while Batgirl carried the weight of the villain’s upper body. Livewire’s legs wrapped around his waist and her fists stopped pounding the inside of the cape, and when he speared her with his endlessly erect cock, only her dulled screams suggested she was anything but fully thrilled with her situation.

Another burst of pink energy illuminated the flat grey walls, and Brandon spared a moment’s focus to check on the women behind him. Batwoman had managed to escape from her bonds, somehow, and had a **** grip on Star Sapphire’s thighs. Both women ate each other out with a loud, insistent fury, rolling on the floor as they jockeyed for dominance. Wonder Woman and Giganta had a different battle going on, face-to-face with their breasts mashed together and their hands jilling themselves off. Giganta had returned to human height, but her chest was still a match for her opponent, and they struggled against each other as though comparing the performance of their assets was a proxy for actual combat. It probably was, he mused. The amulet’s effects were greater than he had thought, and he wished he could be in the room when everybody discovered what had happened.

For now, he turned his attention to Livewire, whose upper and lower bodies told very different stories. She screamed and punched at the cape cinched around her, occasionally crackling with electricity and demanding to be set free. But her ankles stayed locked behind Brandon’s back, and her hips rolled along with his thrusts, matching his speed even when he got distracted and ogled Batgirl’s tight, straining muscles for a moment. No lightning came anywhere near him, and if he could make out anything Livewire was saying, he would have bet there was some begging and moaning mixed in with the threats and curses. He squeezed her lively ass as he held her up, working his fingers into her backside and spreading her cheeks with each strong thrust. His cock twitched, and only the call of two empty women encouraged him to finish with this one instead of enjoying her more. He spurted his sixth load of the day, just as intense as the first, and he hoped her electric body let his sperm survive until they found a new home.

Extricating himself from her legs took some effort, and the struggle threw off Batgirl’s control enough to let the fight last a little longer.