Killer Frost

Those thicc legs, those D-cups boob, and that leotard which wrapped it up like a Christmas present. Who could blame Aaron not from instantly killing her? She herself was killer.

“We meet at last…Killer Frost.”

Killer Frost raised an eyebrow in surprise, her icy grip tightening on the armrests.

Aaron's eyes met hers, his expression unreadable, as the temperature around them plummeted.

Killer Frost, sitting only ten feet away, tilted her head, her icy blue lips curling into a slight smirk. She hadn't expected company, much less someone who could teleport into one of the most secure places in the world. Yet, here he was, standing tall and composed in a damn bathrobe, unfazed by the chill she naturally exuded.

Her pale eyes flickered over his form, noting the strength in his frame and…she saw it. The bulge of his cock underneath the bathrobes. He was glad she saw it. She didn’t know who he was, but it didn’t matter. He intrigued her, and few people did.

“Well, well…” Frost’s voice was like a soft gust of winter wind, cool and playful. “Who might you be, handsome? You don’t exactly look like one of Dante’s men.”

Aaron didn’t flinch, his deep grey gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pause for a moment. “I’m not. I’m here for her,” he said, his voice low, steady, as he nodded toward the pure white steel box containing Black Canary.

Her smirk widened. She leaned back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other, the thin layer of frost coating the armrest crackling as she did so. “Her? You break into Dante’s lair for Canary?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightly. “And here I thought you might be interested in something more... fun.”

Aaron remained silent.

Killer Frost decided she liked the silent, deadly type.

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” Killer Frost purred, her tone teasing as she uncrossed her legs and stood up slowly. Her movements were graceful, like a snowflake descending on a winter breeze. “I like that. You don’t seem like the type to come here without a plan. So what’s it going to be, mystery man? You want Black Canary? Fine. But what do I get in return?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Ooh, now that’s interesting—and not what a hero would do. Batman would have kicked my ass.”

“I’m not Batman.” As if agreeing, his cock twitched and made itself known through the robe. “Whatever desires I have will come to fruition. If a woman wants to fuck, I’d rather fuck first and ask questions later.”

“Mm, then it seems we have a deal.”

Ten feet apart, they finally walked.

Ass cheeks jiggled with every step. Killer Frost’s stride was sultry, her hips swaying slow and heavy. She slipped out of her leotard from top to bottom, her full breasts bouncing into view…

…from breasts to her navel all the way down. Her pale complexion was renowned and her body rewarded her phenotype deliciously. She was an icy cold woman that got what she wanted whenever she wanted it.

The strip earned a squelching sound in his nutsack. His seed was churning, ready

Big boobs, rosy pink nipples, and a flat stomach that led down to a cunt that hinted at the moist delight below.

Aaron's cocked twitched. He had to cut loose. He reached for the tie of his robe and fabric fell open to reveal more than just a chiseled torso. His big, fat cock fell out—no, flopped out. It was a proud thing to have. The same way Killer Frost was confident in her body, so was Aaron Reigner.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

“Hoo~!”

Her smile raised itself and licked itself.

His cock, a ten-inch wonder, flaccid but thick, bounced between his thighs, easily dwarfing anything Killer Frost had ever seen. No man in the supervillain circle could claim to have a cock that bounced between their thighs. None of them.

Only one thing ran through their heads—each other. They had to fuck. They had to feel one another. To see someone of the opposite gender that hot and perfect and erotic…it was a waste to let that sexual tension simmer. If this Batman, this wouldn’t have happened. He would have punched her lights out.

But when Aaron saw big tits and a slutty personality, he went straight for the fuck. He had to. Not only because he had the power to fuck her without consequences, but because he had the power to fix her with his dick.

“I could fix her.”

A common phrase repeated by men toward women that made them salivate and throb. In this world of supervillains like Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, it was uttered oh-so often.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Aaron Reigner was making that phrase come to life. Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and now Killer Frost. That big, fat cock of his would make it come to life.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

Killer Frost walked with her boobs bouncing, with an unspoken hunger. She too could make any man turn with a kiss.

They were opposing forces. A supervillain that could turn any man to ice with her ass and tits. A hero that could turn any woman to a cock-addicted whore in a couple minutes.

Their lips met in an ice cold kiss. If Aaron was an ordinary man, he would have been frozen to ****.

Instead, his mouth claimed hers passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting, exploring. Killer Frost's hands roamed over his muscular back. Aaron went down to squeeze her ass cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, Killer Frost was shocked by the fact he was not frozen. Shocked but delighted. “I knew it.”

She angled one half of herself to let his cock and balls hang naturally. She peered up at him, them back down.

A hand was placed to his chest and a hand went to his balls.

What did she do next? Try and freeze his left nut. But to her surprise, they remained unaffected, warm and pliant beneath her touch.

“Your nuts don't freeze.”

Aaron snorted at her feeble attempt. “As if it would.”

Smiling mischievously, Killer Frost traced her nails up his sack and to the base of his cock. Her fingers came together.

“And your damn cock!" Her hand went from base toward the tip. It felt oh-so long and it seemed to taking fucking forever to rich the tip. "Mmm, it's like all the cocks I've ever seen in one big package!”

This flaccid monstrosity was indeed bigger than any else, so when she started on her second stroke and witnessed its growth, the excitement and ice spread.

But like with his nuts, he did not freeze. The ice melted. The heat of this cock was too much.

“Haa~!” Killer Frost barked out a laugh. “This is a nice cock.”

From base to the shaft before the glans. Her strokes elicited a deep grunt from Aaron. That strip walk

"Oh, you like that, do you?" she purred. She continued to stroke his length, marveling at how it thickened and lengthened in her hand. “Mmm…it's still growing bigger.”

Bigger, bigger, bigger—until gasp! It reached an almighty hot fourteen inches. Stretching across the way that it did, defying gravity, it was a behemoth to behold.

"I've heard rumours," Killer Frost whispered, stroking him and trying to bring him to the peak of his arousal, to the peak of his size, "of an island where they erected a statue in honour of the most magnificent cock.”

She was a villain. Some of her villain friends must have told her about what happened on the nude island. Aaron chuckled. "I've never been one for modesty, Killer Frost. And if you want to worship this cock, I'm more than willing to let you."