Making up for a missed opportunity with Stargirl.

Tsukuri was small, but Stargirl was downright petite. She barely made it up to Brandon's chin, her tits fit nicely against his palm, and if he really stretched he bet he could almost get his fingers to touch around her waist. With only boots and a mask to her name, he could see everything she had to offer, from a toned ass he would love to see bent over a table to a perfectly-shaved pussy begging to be split in two. He might have thought she was a delicate creature to be handled with care, except he’d seen her go toe-to-toe with Supergirl. With that in mind he grabbed her ass and tugged, and she hopped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. While she held onto him and glared at Tsukuri over his shoulder, Brandon maneuvered her into position for a standing fuck atop the bar, settling her on his dick and watching her eyes roll back at the moment of penetration.

“Winded?” Tsukuri sneered but kept her distance. By standing between them, he’d locked them in some sort of stalemate where both waited for the other to make the first move, and with Stargirl preoccupied that left Tsukuri to idly rub her own recently-seeded cunt. Or, at least, that’s what Brandon assumed when a slick sound and quiet moans came from behind him rather than a punch to the back of the head. “Never send a Stargirl to do a Wonder Woman’s job, I suppose.”

“I’m a woman! Yes, I’m so glad I’m a woman!” Stargirl pulled Brandon close, crushing her breasts between their bodies and grinding her clit against his crotch. “And I’m more than enough to handle…to handle this huge c—…job! The job of bringing you in. In soooo deeeep…”

“Please. I’ve fought the best the League has to offer. You’re a sidekick with a big stick.”

“Such a big stick.” Stargirl bit his shoulder, not enough to hurt, and he retaliated by gripping her ass tighter. “And I’m gonna shove it right up your…up my…my puuuuu…” She trailed off and buried her face in his neck, where he could feel the heat of more than just mindless arousal.

“Not one for banter? Fine. I prefer speaking through my body anyway.” Tsukuri wasn’t much of a moaner, but he did hear bits and pieces of her masturbating. Most of his focus was with Stargirl, who happily bounced on his dick and clung to him like a second skin. She tried to speak, but she only made it through a single long “ffffffff” before she gave up and fell into high-pitched whimpers and suppressed screams. Brandon risked releasing her butt for a few moments to nudge her into a different position, and she held herself steady until he had her hanging from his neck, her arms fully extended so he had a clear view down to where her hips swallowed his dick. Her head lolled back, leaving a cascade of blonde swinging in the air with each thrust, and she pulled herself up and down with her thighs in time with his thrusts. He stared at her whole body: smooth thighs clamping down on him for dear life, iron abs tensing with exertion and heaving with shallow breaths, pert tits with nipples the size of pencil erasers, a neck he wanted to kiss and **** in equal measure. He wished he could see her face without the mask, to watch her lose her mind at the moment of orgasm, but her inner walls gripped him and her body spasmed, too much stimulation for his ****-fueled libido. His semen surged into her as her pussy started sucking it in, filling the heroine with millions of ways to irreversibly change her petite body, and he didn’t let go until he’d deposited every drop of his seed inside her fertile womb.

She almost resisted when he pushed her away and set her down on the bar, resting all the muscles not used to carrying a woman as he fucked her. Stargirl slumped to her knees and rolled behind the bar, landing in an undignified thump…then springing up a moment later with her staff in one hand and Tsukuri’s katana in the other. Her legs shook despite her bluster, but she grinned regardless and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm. “Now let’s see who’s useless without her weapon.”

“You little—“ Tsukuri pounced away, as did Brandon (more clumsily, of course) to avoid the path of an energy blast. While Stargirl and Tsukuri settled their fight, he surveyed the room, where various female guards pleasured themselves or each other. Some used their fingers, some used each other’s fingers, a pair near the bar curled together in a display of mutual oral pleasure, and at least one rode the top of her standard-issue laser rifle. As much fun as they were to watch, he didn’t know if any backup was on its way, so he set his sights on the last conquest of the moment.