Post-sex groping of a Killer Ass

Aaron Reigner could never decide if he was an ass-man or a tits-man. Seeing Killer Frost pull up her leotard and her ass cheeks jiggling when the material snapped up caused his cock to twitch and his balls to tense.

Like come on. Tits were amazing to grope yet so were booty cheeks.

There was the matter of his cum in her womb too. Her strip of length riding up her pussy was holding back the ocean of cum and let only small trickles fall from her thighs.

His own bathrobes were on and he tightened the belt of his robes for what was the third or fourth time. He was changed. Suppressed. Yet his gaze was stuck. Before she could open the door, he strode forward and grabbed her ass.

Killer Frost smirked. “So much for being a badass. You love my ass.”

He gave her bum a hefty slap. “Don't forget that I'm the one that fucked it. That means I get royalty cheques from it.”

“Ha! Fair enough!”

Creaaaak!

The heavy steel door to Black Canary's prison box creaked open, revealing a sight most wouldn’t expect from a superheroine.

Black Canary was standing and bound, arms and legs chained, her body **** into a compromising position, her rear jutting out, back arched, and her arms and head forward. She was still in her iconic outfit: leather jacket, low-cut top, and, of course, the fishnet stockings she was known for. The chains clinked softly as she stirred and tried to move her cuffed hands. Her keen blue eyes flickered upward, immediately locking onto Aaron Reigner.

The hung man on the nude beach.

The biggest cock in the world.

Ass jutting out, arms and legs chained, and her mouth caged to block her Canary Scream. Black Canary never thought she would meet Aaron Reigner in such a position. Chained up like some dog.

Her eyes flicked to the crotch region of his bathrobes. She could smell the addictive cock she once saw on the nude beach. Her boobs hung from her chest and her eyes remained still. Dinah didn't need to be a mind reader to put two and two together. Her sharp eyes flicked between Aaron and Killer Frost.

“Free her,” Aaron said.

Killer Frost sauntered over to Canary and put her hands on her hips.

Aaron’s face remained impassive while Killer Frost stared down at Black Canary who glared up at her. “Look, Canary, I ain’t your friend. But I’m also not your enemy anymore, so pipe down with the pissy face.” The icy villain extended a hand, icy thawing her palm and about to spread to her mouth blockers. “Got it?”

Black Canary glared and glared until she closed her eyes and nodded. The killer palm touched the mouth blocker. The blocker froze, then fell apart into tiny little shards.

“Haah…” Black Canary could finally breathe properly. From her hand, Killer Frost manifested a sword and sliced the chains in half. Simply receiving contact froze the chains on her legs and arms and consequently shattered it all.

Black Canary was free.

Dinah arched herself up straight, her body regaining its natural posture, the tight fit of her costume emphasizing every curve, especially in the fishnets she was so famous for. Hands on her hips, she went on her toes and stretched. Arched.

‘Damn, that’s hot.’

Not just her arch but her eye contact. She was looking right at him.

"Should’ve guessed,” Black Canary ended up saying.

“That I was a superhero?”

“It is a stereotype.”

That superheroes had big dicks? Yeah, that made sense. It was a stereotype that Aaron held too.

Killer Frost, now standing beside Aaron, cocked her head. “You two met before?”

“It’s…” Black Canary’s eyes went from Killer Frost and then flicked down briefly to Aaron’s crotch before snapping back to his face. The events at the nude beach flashed through her mind. “I have a million questions running through my mind and unfortunately, I don’t have the time to get them all answers. Who sent you? The Justice League? Batman? Team Arrow?”

“Just me.”

“Just you,” Dinah repeated. “So Overwatch didn’t send you?”

Overwatch…who in the world was that?

“No, she didn’t. I…” Aaron pointed a finger at Killer Frost. “...deployed Killer Frost as my spy.”

The villain looked at him as if to say, “You did? Huh?”

“A spy…?” Black Canary shook her head. Again, she didn’t have time. If she was an ally, then so bet it. “Frost, do you know where my comms are?”

Killer Frost responded by shrugging and leaning against the steel door. “I froze it all when you got caught. If you had anything useful on you, it’s now a pretty ice sculpture.”

Dinah exhaled through her nose, clearly frustrated but keeping her cool. "Great. We're going to need Oliver for this," she muttered. “I bet this place is crawling with guards.”

“It is,” Killer Frost quipped. “I’d say a thousand, maybe more.

Dinah narrowed her eyes and put a hand on her hip. “So you sent Killer Frost here as a spy and rescued me. I get that but why? What’s your game? Is it justice?”

“You probably don’t believe me but there is no game. The Ninth Circle is evil and I want to get rid of him.”

"By killing them?”

“Preferably not.”

Dinah stared and thought deeply about it—about him. About this hung man she saw at the beach where villains were housed. She didn’t have much choice though. Either interrogate Aaron and waste more time or deal with it later. “Fine,” Dinah replied curtly.

“How did you get captured in the first place?” Aaron asked.

“Frost didn’t explain to you?”

“Not yet,” he said. This lie about having Frost was a risky one but the best possible solution to stop her from asking too many questions and being suspicious of him. The less mind manipulation he did on the Justice League and their allies, the better it was for him.

Dinah ran a hand through the scalp of her blonde hair. “Oliver and I were on his private jet, flying to the, erm, nude colony.”

Aaron’s lips curled. “Again?”

“Sounds like Canary and Arrow are a bunch of perverts,” Killer Frost mocked.

A faint blush dusted her cheeks, though she quickly composed herself. "A-anyway, we were ambushed mid-flight. I remember the jet windows freezing over—I assume that was your doing, Killer Frost," the blonde said with a sharp glance at Frost, who only grinned in response. “After that, Merlyn shot an arrow through the window, and that’s when Shado stormed in for hand-to-hand combat. Oliver was distracted by Meryln and then Cupid. I couldn’t use my Canary Cry without damaging the plane and, well, it got messy. Cheshire surprised me from behind and injected me with some kind of toxin that killed my voice and slowed my movements. No Canary Cry meant I had to rely on martial arts, but in a jet’s narrow cabin? Even with my skills, it was impossible to fight off Shado and Cheshire. Then…suddenly, I was here.”

"Ha, we thoroughly trashed you,” Killer Frost said, smirking until Aaron gave her a pointed look. “My bad.”

Dinah barely responded to the half-apology. “The point is, it won’t be easy getting to Oliver, not with the security in this place. Cheshire, Shado—”

“Both are defeated.”

“Huh?”

“How do you think I got in here?”

Black Canary was speechless, blinking and staring at him. She didn't know what to ask first, “you beat them in bathrobes” or “how did you beat them with no weapons?”

“It was a collaborative effort. So yeah, I did all the hard work,” Killer Frost added as a smooth lie. He was glad for her assistance.

“So who is left? Merlyn? Cupid?”

“I think so.” Aaron attempted a quick search. Except it didn’t quite work as he wanted it to. Oh, sure, he could sense life but his X-ray vision and telepathy were garbled up. He focused harder and managed to read the mind of a guard on this floor but…

‘But, hrm, my telepathy is definitely weakened here. Why…is…’ An idea, no, a memory that was not his own popped into his head. The stream of knowledge that he could pull from as a result of being a Chosen One—it kicked in. Aaron narrowed his eyes.

“Something wrong?” Killer Frost asked, a hand on her hip.