She's different

'But Cass? She's…she's different. This…just isn't right. I want her to be here when I fuck her. I want HER, not just her body. If I wanted a pussysleeve, I could go to a strip club and hire some bitch.'

Fuck, what was wrong with him? Calling sex workers bitches now? Was he always this crass? He shook his head. That wasn't important right now.

"Can you…return to normal?" Aaron asked, snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. There was a moment where nothing happened, where time stood still, where his snapping elicited no response. Then, the light returned to her eyes and Cassandra blinked.

"Hey, Cass," he greeted with a weak chuckle. "You alright?"

Cassandra nodded. "Mhm." She pointed at his cock, which seemed enormous in his lap, reaching so high up, and made a pumping motion with her hands.

'So she didn't notice. It's like…time stopped for her.'

Interesting. Very, very interesting. At some point, he was going to have to test this out. Experiment a little. For now, however, he had a Batgirl to fuck.

They kissed and he leaned on her, his cock weighing across her stomach. Tongues tangling and fighting. Wanting and moaning. She bit the bottom of his lip, drawing blood, and she lapped up the exotic taste like a delicacy. She became invigorated, rubbing herself against his steely cock, and pulling on her sweatpants.

Once her pesky pants and top were thrown wayside, Aaron slapped his cock on her stomach. The thirteen reached comically far and the both of them wondered if it would even fit anymore. He had gotten bigger.

Cassandra bit the bottom of her lip, her cunt sloppy and moist. He rubbed his shaft against her slit. Their gazes met and consent was made.

Aaron grabbed her ankles, which were spread and pointing up, and eased himself in. She balled her hands into a tight fist. Somehow, he was stretching her even more, making her feel things she didn't think were possible.

A moan.

A thrust.

He was inside. With Cassandra, he didn't hold back. He drilled her insides, permanently widening her walls to accommodate him and only him. He parked his cock in what she thought was her womb and went further. She gasped. She came. She clamped down on him. A reminder she was the second tightest cunt he had ever fucked.

Aaron leaned on her, gave her a kiss, then gripped her ankles and started going buck wild. Cassandra started to lose it as he went in and out like a locomotive. Absolutely demolishing her tight cunt. Watching her squirm and moan and speak underneath gave him strength and pride like nothing else could.

"Ah! Ah~! Oh! Ohhh! Oh! Deep! Deep! Deep! Please! Pleeeease!"

She was tighter than anyone else so when she shrieked and orgasmed he genuinely felt it. The slithery walls coming down him and her gushing fluids. He couldn't let her slow him down, however. He needed to fuck her till she screaming from the top of her lungs.

There was a kind of spectacle in watching her get fucked. Her changing expressions, her sweat, her addicting brown eyes, her modest but luscious chest and figure. Aaron was unironically enjoying himself beyond just the mind-blowing sex. He felt fucking good.

His head dipped down and he sucked on her nipples. They were **** and perky and **** for love. Cassandra trashed around as her sensitive nipples amplified the ecstasy and thrill. His teeth lightly bit them and she bawled.

"Too good! Please! Don't stop! Never stop! Cock! Your cock! Everything–everything is–" Cassandra came and hit cloud nine, her eyes rolling back. "Coooock!"

She underwent a body-wide shiver, her jaw trembling as it switched between closing and opening, her throat unable to make a sound. Saliva trickled down her chin. For a moment, Aaron stopped.

"You look like you enjoyed that," he commented, grinning. He withdrew his log of a cock, extracting it after much tugging and strength. Her pussy practically begged his dong to stay as her fluids entangled with it well after it was removed.

Life returned to her as her eyes gazed back at him. She swallowed and tried to conjure up a thought. But the aftereffects of her orgasm lasted longer than she anticipated and she twitched and moaned as another late orgasm struck her.

"Ohhh…."

Aaron chuckled to himself.

A minute later, despite her mind still swirling, she managed to formulate a thought. "Kiss."

"Sure," Aaron said. He picked her up and placed her onto his lap. His big fat dick was once again to her stomach as their faces came close. She was hot and sweaty. Her lips were wet and her hair was a mess. Yet she had never looked so beautiful to him. In spite of all the scars, he couldn't find a single flaw in her.

Their kiss felt different this time. Intimate and deep. Understanding. There was no lashing of tongues, no real technique or skill. Simply basking in the warmth and taste of the other. Her hands pressed his chest and they stopped the kiss while being less than an inch away.

Lips touching, cock twitching, Aaron asked, "You ready for another round?"

A smile gradually took over her face. "Mhm."

His cock stood tall and proud. For a five-foot-five woman, it was crazy to taked on such a thing, especially comparing it as they did right now. But Cassandra never, ever gave up. It wasn't in her nature or program. She rose till her cunt was teasing the sheening tip of his phallus and dropped down.

Although not possible, it felt like he was in her stomach with how deep it was. Her cunt and womb were stretching and stretching. He grabbed her ass and made sure to grope them pervertedly as he moaned, the soft sensation bringing him to a level of euphoria he couldn't describe. He wanted to stay like this, sheathed inside, close to her. He wanted to keep his hands on her firm ass cheeks.

God, they were firm. Not bouncy, fat, small, massive, or heart-shaped. Simply firm and pleasant. Addicting. His fingers and thumb kneaded them like they were precious.

"Amazing," Cassandra breathed out in a whisper. The hair strands down her temple and eyes nearly stopped him. The intensity and love and bliss she was exhibiting was more tempting than any whore. "Amazing…"

They were slower than before. There was no aggression as her hips went up and down, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him. Never breaking eye contact, never stopping the way she rocked.

Cassandra heaved. Her chest rising and falling, her eyes getting lost in the sea of pleasure. Aaron grabbed her by the chin and said, "Focus."

She looked back at him and nodded. She went faster. His cock pulsated. They exchanged kisses, Aaron played with her breasts, Cassandra continued to plunge herself up and down his cock. The chains of orgasms occasionally disrupted their flow, especially as Aaron held the upper hand. Her breasts, her cunt, they were at his mercy.

But Aaron wasn't too far off from release. He probably should have pulled out long ago. His newfound superpowers could potentially affect her–change her, despite how he wanted her to stay as she was. But the look in her eye.

The look in her eye as she said, "Inside."

It was too much.

His hands were prepared to launch her off him. In the end, he didn't and just let it go. The creampie was overbearing. She could feel it fill her up and her breath hitched and gasped.

She longed for his lips so she took them again. Seeking comfort from the overwhelming sensations in her womb. She felt so, so, so full and her senses couldn't understand. He could feel her slipping.

So he stopped.

Immediately, his cock stopped throbbing. It stopped filling her up. He could feel the wetness of his thick essence climbing down his shaft. But more than anything, Aaron felt Cassandra's breath on his shoulder.

He glanced over at his laptop. The porn video playing seemed clumsy and inept in comparison to what they had just done. The intensity, the speed, the size…reality was so much better. Aaron wasn't sure if he wanted to watch porn ever again. After today, it looked and sounded amateurish.