Hell Yes

You hesitated, bile rising in your throat as Huntress's proposition hung in the air—thick with promise and peril. Becoming a vigilante’s pet rat meant slicing open gang loyalties you’d bled for, trading prison bars for an invisible collar around your neck. Her leather-clad thigh slid back across yours—a tactile reminder of last night’s brutal leverage—as her gloved thumb pressed against your windpipe just hard enough to feel the threat beneath the kiss. The cracked lens of her mask caught the morning light, fracturing her gaze into shards of purple ice. "Yes," you breathed, tasting gunpowder on her lips.

She then gave you another kiss, deeper this time, leather gloves wrapping around your neck in a silent pledge. "Good boy," she whispered against your lips, modulator crackling low in her throat. Her hand slid downward, palming your morning erection through the sheets with deliberate pressure. "Consider this your signing bonus." She then planted kisses down your chest, her masked eyes fixed on you as she kissed the tip of your cock. She then pulled the covers down and kissed your shaft softly. Her mouth feeling warm on your sensitive skin.

Her lips parted, tongue tracing the ridge beneath your crown, before she sank down slowly—taking you inch by inch into that wet heat. You gasped, fingers twisting in the tangled sheets as she hollowed her cheeks, swirling her tongue in tight circles around your shaft. She worked you with ruthless precision, one gloved hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise, the other tracing lazy patterns across your stomach. Every pull of her lips dragged a ragged groan from your throat, her eyes locked on yours through the cracked mask—calculating, predatory, promising more than just pleasure.

You leaned back, letting her suckle deeper, fingers threading through her tangled hair—not guiding, just anchoring—as her throat convulsed around your tip. You know you made the right choice in joining her. And you couldn't help but wonder what kinds of rewards she has lined up for you if you do well. But that was the future, right now you enjoyed her lips wrapped around your cock. Her muffled hum vibrated through you when your hips jerked upward instinctively, driving deeper into that tight warmth. Part of you wished this could go on forever, Huntress’s mouth hot and urgent around you, Gotham’s distant sirens nothing but background noise to the sharp pull of her lips. 'This is gonna be fun' you thought to yourself as you watched her masked face bob up and down.

Huntress Ending.