Finishing with Giganta and Wonder Woman.

Brandon made his way to Wonder Woman and Giganta and their warring tits, where their rare display of double cleavage gave him an idea. Technically, any sperm he didn’t put in a fertile womb was a waste, but his dick still throbbed with need and none of his normal fatigue slowed him down. He could afford one personal act, couldn’t he? The women sank to their knees, unaware of the hands on their shoulders, and continued their reverse tug-of-war, each trying to push the other over with the strength of their chests alone. It took a little more positioning, but Brandon managed to wedge his cock in the center of the battle, enveloping it in four perfect breasts.

Giganta grabbed her tits and slid them up and down his shaft, filled with a burst of confidence. Wonder Woman followed suit, glaring at her opponent instead of the man who had **** her into a threesome. Brandon laid his hands on the tops of their heads, holding onto fistfuls of hair while he humped the dual valleys of flesh. He watched their expressions, as Wonder Woman swapped between worry and resolve while Giganta remained almost smug. The villain’s titjob easily took the lead, squishing and rubbing Brandon’s dick and forcing Wonder Woman to keep up. She even leaned forward, perhaps with a slight change in height, pushing Wonder Woman back; this made Brandon stand at an uncomfortable angle, so he pressed down on Giganta’s head until she returned to her original size. Her pace and **** increased to make up for the loss, stroking him off like she’d done it a hundred times, and all it took for him to blow was for Wonder Woman to grunt and match her for a few short seconds.

He bucked his hips, letting his head poke from the cleavage for a moment as he exploded. Even he couldn’t believe the amount he produced, and he had been responsible for cleaning up his own masturbation for the last week. He practically covered their tits with thick splatters, and some of his cum landed on Giganta’s lips, where it was dutifully removed by a nimble tongue. Pulling out of their grasp almost cost him some skin, but he managed to back up with his important parts intact. The sticky layer he left didn’t deter the women for a second, though without a cock to guide them they returned to rubbing themselves toward two loud orgasms. While they got back to normal, Brandon found Giganta’s dress and wiped them clean. As fun as it was to see them masturbating while half-covered in spunk, evidence was evidence. The longer the Justice League didn’t realize they were getting a wave of involuntary babies, the better.

With that settled, he tossed the soon-to-be-suspiciously crusty dress near his uniform. He could dispose of it in the Watchtower’s incinerator, or somewhere else that wouldn’t leave DNA evidence in a prison locker or the League’s trophy room. In the meantime he turned his attention to the woman herself. He laid down and slid himself between Giganta’s legs until she straddled him, and he had a lovely view of her tight, muscular ass as he pushed her hips onto his cock. Her fingers stopped for a moment to spread her lips for him, an **** welcome he gladly accepted. Her pussy hugged him close while he slid inside, wet and hot, and he tucked his arms under his head and leaned back to watch the show.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so much bigger than Grodd!” Giganta panted, less than a foot from Wonder Woman’s face. Brandon winced a little at the thought of sharing a hole with a hyper-intelligent gorilla, but he found the bright side quickly—a woman who had sex with an ape probably didn’t need to use protection, which means she was perfect for insemination. And another silver lining: a woman who could change her size, understandably, had a very strong opinion about her partner’s endowment. “So! Big! So! Big! More, more, more! Make me walk funny for a week! Yes, I’m so glad I’m a human! Pick me up and pound me until I cum!” He did his best, but given how hard she bounced on him, he didn’t pound her as much as he let her pound herself. He mostly lay there, humping her on occasion, staring at her butt shaking with every thrust and listening to her effusive praise. “I’m cumming again! Your big, fat, giant, pulsing penis is going to make me cum!” Words failed her, and a series of loud, high-pitched screams filled the cell block, drowning out the dirty talk from every other woman. Brandon slapped her ass once for good measure before he gave her the prize she deserved, a huge creampie that left her giddy and shuddering.

He checked the other fights, and he saw Batwoman and Batgirl both getting the upper hand and starting to lock their villains down. Not much time remained, especially not with Giganta woozy from her latest orgasm. He shimmied himself free from Giganta’s thighs and pulled her down, laying on the floor face-up. Wonder Woman pounced on her, pinning her arms to the ground and mashing her breasts against the villain’s face. “It’s over, Giganta. More of the League is on its way. Give up now and we’ll—great Hera!” She arched her back as Brandon took her from behind, fucking her doggystyle with an eye toward cumming quickly instead of belaboring her ****. She gave up immediately, reduced to lusty moaning and shaking while he took complete control.

He spied her lasso at her belt, and on a whim he tossed it around her shoulders. It glowed, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “You like it rough, Wonder Bitch?”

She didn’t respond, and he sighed. Of course she wouldn’t. She couldn’t perceive him, so she didn’t even know he’d asked a question. But it still glowed, so if he got her to cum, anything she said would be the absolute truth. He yanked her hair harder and fucked her deeper, waiting for the inevitable screams. “Gods, yes! Tighter! Hold me down! I want to be tied up and fucked into oblivion! Yes, yes, yes, ooooh, I want this! I want a man to take control! Make me yours! Make me your ****! T-tell me! Tell me I can cum! Let me cum! Let me…oh, Hera! Hera, fuck, yes!” He didn’t give her permission, not that she would have heard it anyway. Her scream made the smaller pieces of rubble shake, and he braced himself in case he heard the concrete under her crack. But the floor held, and while she came down from her high he fertilized her Amazonian pussy with his ninth, and potentially strongest, load of the day.

As he withdrew, he noticed Livewire passed out in a cell, lying in a puddle created by a broken sink. Star Sapphire knelt with her hands behind her back and her mask lying in front of her. Batgirl and Batwoman stood over the forms of their fallen enemies, both still masturbating, though Batgirl was much more obvious about it. He checked on Giganta, who had apparently passed out during Wonder Woman’s screaming fit. With the fight well and clearly over, he strolled to his uniform and put it on. The heroes would gather themselves without his presence, and he wanted to be in the invisible jet before amulet’s effects wore off. He could catch a ride back to the Watchtower, get rid of Giganta’s dress, and finish out his working day. Nobody would be the wiser until he was long gone.

He chuckled to himself. It was a risk accompanying the Justice League on a superhero battle, but it had been worth it. Four new women had become his victims, he had taken another shot at two, and three more waited at the end of Batwoman’s tracking device. At this rate he’d make Luthor very happy, to say nothing of his own needs. He’d have to pay close attention to the news from now on, and also eavesdrop on Justice League communications whenever he could. He couldn’t wait to see which victim realized she was pregnant first.