Meeting Circe

Perched on a rise overlooking the island, the mayor's building was a grand structure with Grecian columns. A type of aesthetic that invoked both classic elegance and ancient magic. Merely by glancing at the building, he detected strong amounts of magic.

‘Circe. I sensed her before. I thought I hid my presence well from her. I guess not.’

Standing at the front door were two tall black men. Not just any men, mind you. Buff as a wrestler, as tall as a basketball player, and nearly as well-hung as Aaron. Indeed, these men were no slouches. Their dark schlongs hung seven inches down and slightly slim for their length.

The two men didn’t seem like men either. They had horns on their bald heads and wore sunglasses hiding their black puppeted eyes. These weren’t humans—they were Circe’s Ani-Men. Human-animal hybrids created to protect her home.

Aaron could see right through them. ‘Bulls and humans, a combination to recreate intimidating, well-hung men.’

The Ani-Men guards gestured for Dinah and Aaron to come in, the doors opening from their gesture.

At the beginning steps of the mansion, they were greeted by a foyer with a graceful staircase spiraling upward. While the path upstairs beckoned with its allure, attention was drawn to a set of French doors positioned near the foyer's corner, leading to the lush garden beyond.

Dinah went forward. “Come on,” she said.

In an instant, Aaron’s eyes scanned the entirety of the mansion. The home of the mayor was identical to a public museum. Glasses containing artifacts were everywhere. Twenty rooms, yet most were filled to the brim with magical artificts.

A stone path paved the way through the garden, winding its way to a gazebo. That was where Circe was. That was when Aaron decided to speed up and let his cock do the talking for him.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Red eyes, purple hair, and a stunning figure. Circe looked to be one hell of a babe. Aaron was already eager to fuck her, despite not having exchanged a single word with her. He was horny. Really fucking horny. He suspected it was due to his powers weakening—his human brain couldn’t compute and an imbalance of hormones occurred.

“Hello,” Aaron greeted.

“Jesus.” It wasn’t Circe that responded but Oliver Queen. He sat at the table in the gazebo, **** to watch his wife arrive with a man triple his size. “Dinah, I hope you didn’t get seduced by that thing. In fact, I hope you weren't seduced by those Ani-men too.” A sigh and a mutter, “Jesus…”

“What kind of woman do you see me as?” Dinah said. “I’m not the type to let a train get run on me because I see a bunch of big dicks.”

“Sorry…”

Dinah rolled her eyes. “Men and their obsession with size…if the biggest dick was the best thing either, then nobody would ever be getting pussy, especially mine. I’m quite picky, Oliver, yet I still chose you.”

Oliver suddenly looked ashamed. “I know, I know.”

"Now that we have that out of the way.” Circe raised her tea cup. “Aaron Reigner, would you care for a drink?”

“Circe, yes? I’d be honoured.” Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! He walked, dick slinging, and took the available seat. Almost instantly, her Ani-men came over and filled his teacup. The fresh black tea was surprisingly refreshing.

“I manage this island,” Circe began, “and I couldn’t help but hear about your…assets.”

“She means your dick,” Oliver interjected.

“Yes, well…” Circe sipped on her tea to cool off. “It is, without question, the largest to enter this island. We of Cat Island tend to take notice

The Ani-men, the bull-human hybrids. Each one of them was a pinnacle of male physical prowess, their forms a testament to both Circe's magical abilities and her preference for powerful guardians. Bull cocks between their legs.

Luckily, Aaron's own size could cause even bulls to stare in envy.

Meanwhile, Oliver was outclassed. A little boy standing between real men.

"What is this, a goddamn collection of the biggest dicks on planet Earth," Oliver muttered. "I feel like a total cuck."

"H-hm." Dinah discreetly eyed the black cocks, then drew in a breath. She met Oliver’s gaze with uncertainty and trembled slightly.

Oliver stood up. "Don't imagine it!"

Dinah closed her and crossed her arms. "I'm not."

"Think of Little Oliver, Dinah."

"I am."

"...you're not."

"I'm not." Dinah covered her eyes, going red in the ears. "Okay, I admit it. Please take me away before I do something crazy."

"My Ani-Men,” Circe began, a cool hand raised, “please escort the Black Canary away."

"Oh hell no! I'm going with her. No way I'm letting my girl be surrounded by four horse cocks." Oliver jogged over, little dick bouncing, and put an arm around his wife to guide her out. Huge black horse-men came to him and his wife's side. “I swear to god—I said I got this.”

“Do it anyway,” Circe said, smirking.

Annoyed but unable to do anything but the penises twice his size, Oliver left in grumbles of jealousy. Dinah kept her gaze lowered, her ears red as she pretended not to see them.

“Married couples really shouldn’t be coming here,” Aaron commented. “If you’ve got guys like those patrolling the colony, you’re bound to get bad results.”

“Correct. I’ve had a fair share of jealous husbands fight them. It’s quite hilarious.”

“So what am I here?” Aaron could have used his powers to figure it out. However, he was intrigued and he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.

“A statue of you,” Circe said. “I wish to build a mold of your body.”

Aaron blinked. “Really? A statue?”

“The largest penis in the world deserves to be commemorated,” Circe said. “Plus, it makes for an excellent tourist attraction.”

“Isn’t this island largely intended for former villains and rich people?” Aaron questioned.

“I’d like to increase the number of female villains,” Circe said. “Your body…would do very nicely.”

“Well…” Aaron eyed the woman. She was stunning and while he sensed an attraction he didn’t think she wanted to fuck him. No, more specifically, she’d like to fuck Aaron but she put that thought before her desire to have a statue in his name. “You have an hour. I have to leave this island by the end of the day.”

“Why, of course.” Circe stood up, hands on the table and licking her lips. “We will not take longer than an hour, Mr. Aaron Reigner.”

Circe purposely underestimated the time it would take her to get a mould of his body. Ordinarily, it was a long process but for a witch of her calibre she could skip practically the steps with a flick of her hand. Her control of magic was devastating and efficient.

Devastating yet feeble compared to his own.

As her hips swayed and she smirked down at him, Aaron knew what to do. She said an hour and they had fifty minutes remaining. He did what he did best—fuck her brains out.