She's busy bro

He checked the phone in his hand, questioning why he had it in the first place. Then he saw it: a message.

< Jace: Hadiyah, you up? Call me

< Jace: Call

< Jace: Something came up

This was Hadiyah's phone. Damn, he hadn't even realized it until now. Jace had bombed her with messages and questions. There must have been trouble, perhaps another attack by Leviathan.

Aaron, in his clouded and fucked-up state of mind, decided to reply.

< Hadiyah: She's busy bro

He clipped the message with a video of him giving backshots to Hadiyah. Immediately after, Aaron sent another video which had taken advantage of the nearby mirror. It captured the complete scenery, including the changes in her Middle Eastern features as she got fucked and pounded; and of course behind her the unidentified white man giving her the good cock. The audio was on. It was nuts. Stupid.

Aaron sent it anyway. He sent everything. A dick pic, size comparisons, videos, pictures of the creampied Hadiyah. Everything. He systematically broke the proud Hadiyah down to take dick and sent every step of the procedure to Jace.

Aaron was acting like a jockey dumbass. An antithesis to everything he was and stood for. It was the mental drawback from his powers. Right now, as of this moment, he was a domineering stallion with hardly a speck of his usual coolness. An animal listening to his mating instincts. A god of sex.

Even his nut was godly. Hadiyah felt like a new woman with his thick, spunk inside her. It was like an ever reaching sensation that bubbled around her womb. He had poured everything he had inside her, emptying his balls, and when he flipped her over she instinctively **** her legs to the sides of her head. The hijabi exposed everything, from her swollen breasts to her battered pussy which was gushing with virile, gooey cum. Her heart pulsated in sync with her twitchy body.

He smeared his wet dick across her face–dragging his glans down her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and chin–and snapped a photo of the makeshift facial. It really looked like one or two men had ejaculated all over her precious, stern face, yet it was merely his leftovers. A taste of what he had done.

Weak yet ****, Hadiyah stuck her tongue out and tried to lap up the slops of cum. Aaron taped her efforts and sent it to Jace.

By the time his logical side returned, it was too late. All the messages, pictures, and videos had been sent to Jace Fox. There was no deleting it. Post-nut clarity came at him like a truck and rammed the left side of his brain back into place. He was utterly mortified, blushing red as he reread what he had just sent in the past twenty minutes. It was like viewing reality in an entirely new perspective.

"Oh god…" Aaron cringed. The dick pics were a little excessive, even for cucking. He was longer and thicker than two coke cans stacked on top of each other. An impossible standard to match. The images were also edited with provoking captions.

< she said I was the best she has ever had…sorry bro.

< she was the one who said she wanted to be used. She only needed the right cock ig.

There was not a chance in hell that Jace was competing with that–with him. Given his father's endowment…yeah, no. Jace would be lucky if he eclipsed a single coke can.

As for the facial, at the heart of the moment, he had been proud of his handiwork. She looked different while lathered in his cum. Actually, she looked different simply being in his arms. The contrast in skin tone, white to brown, and the gap in height and muscles. In all the selfies and images, Hadiyah was glowing. Her eyes emitted passion she had never shown before. Again, he had been so proud seeing the change. Now…not so much.

'So much for having self control…'

One by one, Jace saw the texts, captions, selfies, facials, and videos of crude blowjobs and primal rutting. In other words, Jace witnessed the love of his life struggle to suck and get fucked by the largest cock in Gotham. Not to mention Aaron included looks of glee and wonder from Hadiyah and even a comparison between his shaft and her forearm. He had taken an uncharacteristic number of pictures when he fucked her. So many intimate moments snapped and captured in Hadiyah's own phone.

'Jesus Christ,' he thought, viewing the texts for himself. 'I was merciless.'

Even so, he lucked out. Despite the many pictures and videos he sent, none of them featured Aaron's face. It came close, capturing his chin and lips, but nothing above that.

Jace's memory of Aaron was likely just of one thing: his gargantuan white cock. With this, that memory was only enforced.

Minutes went by. Jace did not reply.

Aaron guessed his male ego couldn't handle it. No, considering the content of the spree of messages, it would have been accurate to say he shattered it. He couldn't blame him either. The shit he did with Hadiyah was not for the weak.

'I got lucky. My face was hidden. He still doesn't properly remember who I am.' His expression turned sour. 'God, what is wrong with me sometimes…'

He thought he had been getting better as a person. Looking at his surroundings, seeing the mind controlled women groaning whilst releasing heaps of his essence, it felt like he hadn't moved one step. He hadn't evolved. He was at the same place he was at the start of his journey. A mindless sex drone who cared for no one but himself.

Aaron was a huge coffee guy. Addicted and very much picky. He disliked his coffee unless it was super surgery. Three cups of cream and five spoons of sugar. That was how he liked it at work.

He decided to use the landline and ask the motel people to bring him a cup. He didn't expect high quality stuff but he thought he would need it regardless.

Oh, and towels too. Lots and lots of towels.