Leaving the Queen Mansion as king

The next morning.

What else was thee to say about Dinah Lance? She was a real one. A woman that could handle D like it was her crack addiction. At certain points, when her ass was bouncing down on him—

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

She was even looking back. Not many women could claim to do that when they were getting fucked by Aaron Reigner.

‘Damn, she is GUSHING…’ He thrust and she met those thrusts. ‘Fuuuck! The best kinda pussy right there.’

The way she slammed that pussy on that dick—

‘Dear loooord! These past days, Dinah has levelled the fuck up!’

Like some sort of cum hunter. The Black Canary was insane. Was she possessed?!

Oliver decided to peak while on the phone. Some executive was complaining so he went on mute, popped in, saw his future bouncing hard on Aaron’s thirteen inch cock, and remarked, “Wow. I'm nutting in 4 bounces max.”

Then he left.

Then he came back.

After an unholy amount of sex, they were done. Aaron was done with the Black Canary. In the Queen’s own master bedroom, Aaron Reigner dumped one last dump of cum in the Canary’s womb. The king of the Queen Mansion decided it was time to go.

‘I’ve left Cassandra alone for too long’

So Aaron Reigner and Oliver Queen…

“You went WILD there at the end. Jesus, dude, you should really get into porn or something.”

…shook hands.

“I’ll think about it,” Aaron said. “I have some ladies lined up that might be open to it.”

“Queen Industries owns a small porn company. If you ever need cameras and a crew, you know who to hit up.”

The gap in dick size was large yet the men connected anyway. Right now, it was sunrise with Oliver wanting to see them fuck but only witnessing the final gasps and creampies. He needed relief after the explanations he had to give to the executives of his company. Still, what he saw was immense.

“As long as it’s not Dinah,” Oliver added, laughing. “If Roy or any of the heroes found it, my life would be over, man.”

Yeah, that was fair. The handshake ended and Oliver couldn’t help but glance the male over. Huge balls, huge cock, a handsome face, he lacked nothing. Neither did Oliver, mind you, but Aaron was just better.

“Ever since I saw you at the island, I figured Dinah was going to use her hall pass. I'm glad. Means I don't have to worry about it again.”

So this was just a one-time thing. That worked for him. Aaron wasn't in the business of breaking couples apart and the drama that came with it.

“Except that you did sleep with John Diggle's ex-fiancée right after they broke up.” That was Dinah. The blonde slut sat on the bed, legs crossed to contain the cum Aaron laid in her. The flaps of her Black Canary top were hanging out. Meaning, her big tits were hanging out.

Although she was smirking, she appeared positively exhausted. Drained and lightly panting. Never in all her life as a martial artists had a man ever dicked her down this badly. The only reason she had crossed her legs was because she knew she would orgasm otherwise. All that cum inside her…

Fuck. Her thighs rubbed against one another.

Smirking, wrist under her face, she eyed the nude Aaron and Oliver up. “So…”

“So…you're saying that you want me to compete with him again?”

“Oliver, you and I both know that it wasn't a competition.”

“Fair point.”

After a brief pause and another scrumptious look at Aaron, Dinah suggested, “Can I bring him to our honeymoon?”

Oliver…Oliver arrived late and only got to see the creampie and, well, he was a bit curious. He lowkey wanted to see the full fuck session between Dinah and Aaron.

Eventually, he shook his head and laughed. “Fine, fine. Fuck him whenever you want. I guess I deserve it.”

“I’ll see you two later then.”

With that, Aaron headed off.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Clap! Clap!

“Heh. Hear that? What a guy.”

“Mm.” Dinah bit her lip, eyes licked on that hefty dong and that fine ass. “What a cock~!”

The door opened and he was gone. Aaron expected it to be a clean, peaceful walk.

“Oh my god!”

Only for a shriek to greet him. Two women were in the halls of the Queen Mansion. One he recognized, Helena Bertinelli, complete with her tanned complexion and massive smile open seeing his cock. “Oh my…!”

“H-H-Helena…” The other woman he did not recognize. With a quick scan of her brain, he identified her as Felicity Smoak. Her blonde hair and glasses gave her a sort of nerdy look. Her black pencil skirt and blue shirt was tight and nice on her form.

And Aaron?

Simply hung.

Simply lavishing.

“Y-y-you’re naked—”

“I'll be damned. Aaron Reigner, the hung monster of Gotham.” Helena walked up to him, albeit without getting too close.“Here in Star City? Right in front of Oliver and Dinah’s bedroom? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty boy~”

Aaron ignored her and looked at the blonde. “Who is this?”

She straightened up immediately. Was it nerves? Yes. It wasn’t like Aaron was hypnotizing her or acting like an alpha. He was just standing there. “F-F-Felicity Smoak, s-sir.”

‘Felicity…ah, right. Hadiyah mentioned her. She's the second or third best hacker in the world. Getting her on the team would do wonders for us.’

The Bat Family tech was the gold standard for security software in the world. Due to the rigid training Batman gave out, most of the members of the family could pretty much access any database at will. In other words, even Dick Grayson and Tim Drake were in the top ten in the world. Hadiyah considered herself just a little outside that top ten list. Talia herself kept elite hackers with her but they relied on their numbers to compensate for talent and ability.

A one-woman hacking army, Felicity Smoak was in the top five of the best hackers in the world. Alarmingly close to Batman and Oracle's level.

‘I really want to fuck her and get her to leave the Green Arrow group for mine. Unfortunately, Cassandra is waiting for me.”

And using hypnosis wasn't right. Felicity was a good person. She didn't deserve to be violated like that.

“Oh, what the fuck.”

Several steps behind, having went to excuse himself to the bathroom, was a dark-skinned male. Six-foot tall and two hundred pounds. A big man. A hero, in all likelihood. With a quick telepathic scan…

“You must be John Diggle.”

John Diggle stopped beside Felicity and clicked his tongue. That big ass dick hanging between Aaron’s legs was way too fucking massive. “Tch. Damn white boys...”

John Diggle. Right. Dinah mentioned him just now. Oliver had slept with his ex-fiancé right after John had broken up with her. A dick move on Oliver’s part.

Aaron didn’t have to speak or explain himself. This nude, stud of a white boy was here and right outside the Queen family’s master bedroom—specifically, Dinah and Oliver’s shared bedroom. That huge cock…right outside their doors…naked…

John broke out into a grin. Oh, he knew exactly what happened. Rather than get pissy, he walked up and offered a fist-bump. “You fucked Black Canary, didn’t you?”

Aaron blinked twice, smiled, and tapped his fist. “I did.”

“You alright in my books. Go on.”

****. Sweet, sweet ****. Finally. Anyone could tell John was absolutely giddy about this. That Dinah got demolished by this hung stud.

So, Aaron Reigner walked out of the Queen Mansion with appreciation from everyone.