Quickie

There was food and cake leftover and on a whim Aaron decided to leave his unit and go downstairs to give some of it to Claire. She was a college student. She could use the food.

Knock-knock. Claire opened the door not even two seconds later.

"Aaron!" The blonde college girl grinned up at him. "Happy birthday!"

"You heard?"

"Super hearing, remember," Claire replied cheekily. Aaron was carrying boxes of food and a plate of cake so she gestured for him to come inside. But there was a big change from his previous visits. Everything was clean. There was no absurd mess or the smell of wasted food. He smelled a pleasant strawberry odour and saw nothing but an organized apartment unit.

"Surprised?" Claire asked. "I got my powers back so now I can clean up as fast as I want!"

"So that's why it was such a mess before. You relied on your powers." Aaron placed the food on the kitchen counter and returned to the living room. Claire nodded excitedly.

"Yep! Now, I'm pretty much Supergirl!"

"I sincerely doubt that."

"You doubt it?" Claire stretched her arms in the arm. She sat on her couch, relaxed and languid, yet Aaron's warning systems went off. He sensed her prepared to activate her powers.

The Speed **** activated. The world around him came to a stop.

Claire Clover, in this world beyond light, stood up, skipped over to him, and yanked his pants down, letting his soft cock plop out. Claire snickered to herself as her hands went up and down the immense length.

Her hands shivered. "Oh my god, oh my god, what am I doing? This is bad, so bad! I shouldn't be doing this! It's…" But she couldn't look away. She couldn't stop herself from stroking his dick. Her breath drew close to his shaft. "I'm such a bad girl, so bad! God, I shouldn't have done this! I'm exploiting him! I'm exploiting my powers!"

Claire backed away, pulled his pants up, and retreated to the couch where she was before. She fanned herself and took deep breaths. "Okay, okay, Claire, c'mon. Relax. Just…pretend you didn't check his dick out."

Aaron laughed in his head. He could smell the heat in the air. 'I might as well, right?'

He could feel Claire about to dial back her senses…when he stepped forward.

"H-huh? How are you?"

"Don't worry too much about it, Claire?" He walked up at her, still in Flashtime, and went down to kiss her on the lips. Immediately, she melted. Immediately, she reciprocated. Immediately, she threw out her rational side and started to unbuckle his pants again.

In less than a millisecond, their clothes were thrown aside and they were fucking.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Aaron was taking her from behind, his girthy cock ramming her sloppy wet cunt. Claire was totally naked, skin glistening, while her head was tilted behind as she was fucked properly.

"I love it! I love it!" Claire howled. "You're pounding me so hard!"

Her cunt clamped down on him. Any ordinary dick probably would have snapped off. But Aaron was strong now. By manipulating the magic around him and amplifying himself to Kryptonian levels of strength, he could handle staying inside her cunt. He could handle escaping it.

"Ogh! Ooooh! I'm cumming! Cumming, cumming, cumming!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

He could handle making her scream.

"You like that much, eh?" Aaron grinned. His hips rolled like they always did, in a pattern that maximized finding weak points. Unlike last time, where Gotham Girl was weak, this time she was operating at full capacity.

"I'm losing my miiiiind!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Without a doubt, this was the tightest hole he had ever been inside. She clung to him so deeply, he could feel his veins throb against her walls. It was insane.

It was so fucking good too.

"I love you, Aaroooon~! I love your coooock! I love it! Thank you! Thank you!" Claire was responding, her rear slamming against his pelvis. Boom! He was sure the apartment shook.

His cock really had her fighting for her life. She was starting to lose control of her super strength. While metahumans of Gotham Girl's could control their strength through training, the issue with her lied in experience. She was nineteen. She wasn't as old as Supergirl or Superman who had been with their powers for much longer.

Hence, during incredibly stimulating sex, she was losing her grip on reality and her training. If Aaron didn't end this fast, the entire apartment would come down.

"Og ot peels."

Magic. Gotham Girl's sole weakness.

Chloe was upstairs. Rather than go further and risk the consequences, he decided to end it right then and there.

Albeit with a parting gift.

"Ngh!" Her cunt was still tight as fuck even as her eyes fell and her body went limp. Balls-smacking, he let himself loose.

Throb, throb, throb. Spurt, spurt, spurt.

Ten, twelve, twenty, thirty thick strings of cum shot into her womb. It was a nice, pleasant experience for Gotham Girl's dreams. He quickly pulled out, snapped his fingers to clean himself with magic, then dressed himself.

"Aaron…Aaron…" Claire muttered in her dreams.

He stared at Gotham Girl's drowning pussy and her delusional expression. As usual, like most of his Harem members, she ended up with her ass high, her head low, and her world rocked.

Aaron sighed and let time flow normally. From his estimation, two seconds had passed.

He laughed at the thought.

He wasn't a quickshot–Flashtime was just really, really weird. 'I wonder if this is how the Flash and Superman have sex. It's cool but…' He glanced at the clock again. 'Really weird. Anyway, I should get back.'

He doubted anyone noticed.