Night of the Heady Hunt!

Leaping across the rooftops, a purple blur was on a direct course for your penthouse. One final grapple point was all it took to get to the ceiling and start surveying the area. Her radio buzzed, a concerned voice on the other line.

~kch~“Are you there yet?”~kch~

“Yes I am babydoll, I’m nothing if not expedient on a mission~” said the soon-to-be intruder, adjusting her nearly-black thong that connected to a dark purple one piece swimsuit-like uniform. Doing her due diligence, she then pulled her thigh-high heeled boots into place, straightened out her fingerless gloves almost all the way to her shoulders, and positioned her domino mask/two pronged crown hybrid so it lay perfectly on her nose, above her well-lipsticked, thick, juicy lips.

~kch~“Do you remember why Batma’am sent you?”~kch~

Reaching behind her well-endowed chest, into the holster nestled between the cheeks of her bountiful ass, the sniper pulled out her double-scoped crossbow and responded with grim purpose in her voice. “Obviously. Bryce discovered a source of power that went beyond any previous metrics. Batgirl lost contact after her apparent altercation with whatever girl possessed this energy, so it was decided she was dangerous enough to be exempt from the dark knight’s one rule.” She cocked her bow between her legs, getting off a little on the sensation. “And who better to take down this destructive and drab **** than the demure and enigmatic Huntress?” She said with a wink to nobody.

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~kch~“Are you becoming compromised by your immense sexual desires?”~kch~

“Of course that’s how you’d express concern for my wellbeing,” Huntress AKA Helena Bertinelli Wayne (no relation (technically (don’t ask))) rolled her eyes and licked her wet pillowy lips. “Don’t worry babe, this is an easy in-and-out job. Whatever lady that got this power will probably be too distracted dreaming about world domination or whatnot. There won’t even be anything sexual for me to latch onto!” Several unseen sources secretly watching the scene let out very loud laughs at that.

~kch~“Will you please just be careful?”~kch~

“Pfft. If I’m not back to peg you in two hours, you can come get me yourself. Later sweetie!” Helena then silenced her radio as it was time to get to work. Rubbing her muff along the cool glass as she sidled along the roof, the lone sniper surveyed each room looking for her target. Dojo, computer lab, second dojo; bust, bust, bust. Finally she reached the master sunroof and recognized you from passersby account’s descriptions. With your harem doing their daily communal (tragically non-sexual) shower, you were defenseless!

“Heh. Cake,” Huntress slowly and quietly opened up the closest window and readied her bow. “Say goodnight you daughter of a bitch!”

Trigger pulled.

Arrow flung.

Aim dead.

Nothing could stop this from happening.

Ponk. The arrow bounced off you effortlessly? Oh right you’re invincible I forgot

“What in the-” the smell of your previous conquests had finally wafted to her unsuspecting nostrils. Instantly she was wet, knees buckling, and she fell right onto the shaggy plinth, her leotard sticking to the stale femcum left there so tightly that it rrriiiiippped off the hunting harlot’s body, breast flopping wildly as she got up to a kneeling position. “Ooooohhhh, what is that heavenly smell? I…I wanna bottle enough of it to bathe in~” her hands dove into her soaked pussy, desperately trying to simulate the pleasure going on in her nose. “I can feel it rewiring my mind and making me crave sex even more, and I don’t care! I want more, I crave more, I NEED-”

Funny story, the place Huntress hit to take you out was your crotch, and that sensation caused quite a stirring in your loins.

“MMMOOORRRREE~~~”

You woke with a start, feeling a **** tongue of a cock-hungry whore gliding up, down , and all around your cock under the sheets. Deciding to go with the flow, you grab her head through the blanket and skull-fuck this hussy to the ****. You jam your bitch-owning dick-log deep and fast through whoever this is’s throat. You’d usually go about this with a tad more decorum but, since everyone who’s in the penthouse has gotten a taste of you, this mysterious midnight missioneer must be prepared for you going a little harder. That’s why you gave no warning when you came, you just grabbed the pointed domino mask you felt upon this nighttime ninny to keep her tight throat on and around your pulsating fuck-log as you rocketed gallon after gallon of thick nut-butter into her eager body.

wait no one in your harem wears a pointed domino mask

The covers flew off the bed as you revealed an unfamiliar bitch smacking down on your infallible phallus, though the aforementioned mask and the white stroke on the edge of her black cape clued you in that it was Huntress. You were about to ask what the heck when she held up a finger, she’s still slurping down your mega-load, even managing to push her big pillowy bimbo lips deeper onto your dong. Eventually, with a POP! and one more deep gulp~, the sexed-up sniper put her digit down and began to explain.

“Mmmmmnnnnhhhh aaaaaaaahhhnn, ssooooo goooood~~~! Thank you master, that was amazing. Batma’am was right about how powerful you are, she just should’ve said how perfect that power would be to ram down my face-pussy…” Helena said while constantly licking her lips, trying to find any morsel of spunk she might’ve missed. She then wrapped your cock around her breasts and legs, pussy grinding hard against your still-churning cum factories, as she continued on. “I would’ve skipped casing the joint and just knocked on the front door if’n I’d a known this’d be more a booty call than assassanation attempt.”

“But master can you please let this be more than a one night stand, and let me stay as one of your dirty cummed-up whores, ready to serve your tricked out hog at any moment?” She punctuated the ask with squishing her bountiful breasts around you prodigious member even harder, flashing you with the perfect in between of “puppy-dog” and “fuck-me” eyes. You tentatively nodded yes as, in spite of the failed ****-fication of you, the only real criteria for entry are ‘girl’ and ‘know your place as one of many’. The big-boobed bowtress was overjoyed, doubly so as she looked at the clock. “That’s great master, especially since my plus one should be here right aboooouuuut…”

SLAM!

“Alright you mysterious marauder, what have you done with- what?”

“Punctual as ever Q,” Huntress smirked as she revolved around your cock to face her fedora-ed girlfriend, giving you full access to chow down on her gushing privates, which you gladly did. “Mmmmnnnnnhh, so geeewwdd. Get over here babe, you gotta meet your new mystery to solve~<3”

Even as Helena blew a kiss to entice her over, the stocky trenchcoat wearer remained stalwart, if not rubbing her legs together. Yep, despite her yellow shirt, black tie, and blue everything-else being just across the room, the detective made no effort bridging the gap between herself and her now cock-obsessed girlfriend. “Why would I? Can’t you see how depraved this… man? is making you? How did I know that? Anyway, I’m not even turned on by this all, isn’t it obvious?” The Question huffed, crossing her arms and hiding even more of what lay beneath her.

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“Uh-huh. Sure,” Huntress rolled her eyes as she pulled out her crossbow. Swiftly, she fired two grapple bolts; one onto her GF’s outfit, and the other wrapped around the faceless babe’s body itself. She then retracted the first, ripping fabric and revealing an average bust and tuchus, dripping-to-gushingly wet pussy, and turns out all she wore underneath that getup were a pair of orange socks. “Not turned on, eh? I have my doubts, let’s see ya prove it.” She challenged her now nude beau, using her second bolt to yank her girl over until they were locked in a deep hug around your angry, bulging, absolute beast of a cock.

“What is this thing?” the faceless floozy began to wonder, lifting a mighty glob of pre out of your cumslit with her gloved hand and analyzing it. With her nose. “Sniiiifff~ How… how can it smell so good? What’s happening to my body as I rub against this rigid flesh-log? It’s like my biology is fully submitting itself to its clear superior? H-How is that possible? And… and why don’t I care… why aren’t I copulating with this flesh stick yet? How could I have waited this long to whore myself out to you, my alpha stud? Oh Huntress, I’m so sorry! Can please we make this ultra-hung pleasure log our new boyfriend???”

“Awe man, you broke your accusation streak by apologizing, Quezzy,” the sniper chided as she started to move Q’s head directly over your bellend. “But to answer the rest, they’re all either ‘Because our new man is awesome and perfect’, ‘You’re just dealing with your bodies natural response to this situation’, or ‘YEEEESSSS~~~<3’.”

You’ve never put on a condom before, what self-respecting slut wouldn’t want a deluge of your nut-sludge, but you’d imagine it’d be pretty similar to how fucking Question’s face feels right now. A very dry slide up and down over and over. Though you could feel her teeth and tongue and teeth rake and slithering, desperately trying to break through her chemically sealed mask and get to the turgid pole she desired so. Meanwhile, after cumming the eighteenth time over your excellent ministrations, Huntress scooched over to join her girlfriend turned slutfriend. She gripped your balls tight enough for you to cum, causing Question to quickly get flipped around, desperately trying to swallow the spunk her now stretched-out mouth-pocket was carrying. As she duck-walked over to her cummed-up confidant, the pose giving you a full view of her shapely rump and puckered, virgin asshole, she shot you one of the more seductive looks you’ve seen in your career.

“Ain’t she a doll, master? For all her postulation, all my girl needed was a constant, stable thing in her life, like your super dong there,” Huntress expounded as she lay atop the dicked-tective, rubbing muffs together and giving you full access. “And don’t worry about any premature leaks, master, Bryce only told me and the mini-bat about you, and not even the whole story. Probably because she’s too much of a chicken-shit prude to either let more powerful people know and help her, or get over here herself so she can fall by the head of your hilt herself. Her loss our gain, ruin us with that hog master! PLEASE!!!”

Thusly you jackhammered your bulbous cockhead straight into Helena’s waiting pucker, causing a minigasm within the bowslinging bitch every ten thrusts. After about five hundred of those you moved downward, bestowing a heavy dollop of pre unto each of the hedonistic hitwomen before reaching Question’s quivering hole. “No wait, are putting it in my aaAAAASSSSSSS!??!?!!?<3<3<3” was all the gunked-up gumshoe had her gape filled perfectly, you pounding faster than any known non-speedforce human ever had

You then decided to switch things up, pulling out of the highly disappointed Question, only to ram back into Huntress. Then back to Question. Then Huntress. Question. Huntress. Question. Huntress, Question, Huntress Question Huntress Question HuntressQuestionHuntQuesHuQueHQHQHQH-

“OOOOHHH MY GOD Q! HE’S PRACTICALLY FUCKING US BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!”

“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?!!!??”

“STOP QUESTIONING OUR LORD AND MASTER AND JUST FUCKING ENJOY IT YOU SLUT! I HAVE, ALL I WANT IS- ALL I NEED IS-”

“MORE?”

“MORE!”

“MORE?”

“MORE!”

“MOOOOOAAAARRRR~”

As they said that last one in unison, you finally came right between their pussies. You blasted a bathtub’s worth of discharge between the two lovers’ tummies and they got to work right away, working every glop of sludge into each other’s skin, mouth, or hair so they’ll never be without your enigmatic essence.

As you layed back down after a job well done, you soon felt many more bodies join you. Seems the shower let out, as Harley took your right arm, the girls Bat & Super sharing your left between their svelte young bodies. Poison Ivy then pulled off an advanced reversed dining table pull maneuver, replacing the blanket beneath you with her own plush body, being 10 times softer in the process. As The Architect and Roxy Rocket 69’d on top of your chest, you spotted two simpering samurai slinking towards you. Katana and Shiva dutifully presented their bare asses for spankings, as they let two intruders slip past them. When you told them it was fine, they went to massage your feet, still wanting to make it up to you. All that plus Huntress and Question returning to keep your din dong warm between their thighs finally got you to return to dreamland, but not before thinking one last thought:

Life is Geeeeewwwwddd~<3