Thea Queen

Aaron in the middle, Selina to his left, and Tamara to his left. Every other seat had a guy, except they didn’t dare touch or talk to Aaron or the chicks attached to him without permission. Whatever permission actually meant here.

The bartender was a local woman and she happily served him a drink. “It’s on the house,” the bartender said, winking and sliding him a glass of wine. She had a thick accent and a nice pair of tits. Selina was having a glass of lemonade. Tamara went straight to talking to him.

“Basketball players are sooo overrated,” Tamara whined. “All that height and their dicks are hardly eight inches.”

Indeed, if they had a coke can's worth of soft dick, Aaron had two and a half. When Aaron got comfortable and drank, a voice called out from behind.

“Ay, sit here. You three come in together?”

Aaron turned on his stool. On the other end was a table with an umbrella and a sofa holding over seven people. They were all famous athletes, ones that Aaron recognized from the news. It was no surprise, athletes and rich folk liked these kinds of places.

Five men and two women.

“Name's Trane Walker,” greeted the male that called him out in the first place. “Power forward for the National City Vipers.”

He was six-foot-seven and built like a damn truck. Easily over two-hundred pounds. The two chicks of the seven-couched athletes were both stuck to him. Their feminine hands ran down his eight inch cock. They didn’t care if people were watching or that Trane was talking.

‘Ah,’ Aaron realized. ‘He’s one of the big dogs here. An alpha of sorts.’

An alpha receiving giggles and whispers. An alpha receiving a soft handjob from two chicks. An alpha who saw Aaron’s dick hanging off the stool and did a double-take. “Jesus Christ, that ball bag is wild.” Not just his cock but his balls too. Trane instinctively understood that this white dude was on a different level.

This was Jamaica and Hedonist II was a tourist attraction that brought wealthy Jamaicans and foreigners alike. Athletes from all over the globe especially. The better the body, the higher their libido spiked.

This was the first time they ever saw a cock that made a literal star shrink. Their egos were bruised and there was not a damn thing they could say about it.

“I fucked him for three days,” Selina said proudly. “Those balls were HEAVIER before I was done with him haha.”

“God damn…”

Cue an awkward laugh from everyone.

Trane was presumed an alpha because of his status, his wealth, the chicks beside, and his perpetual eight inch boner. Camila Duarte, the Brazilian beach volleyball star, was built with long legs, strong shoulders and she was starstruck by Aaron. Next to her was Nadia Sokolova, the Russian gymnast whose routines had stunned entire stadiums into silence. She was the smallest of the group physically, but the sheer discipline in her poise made her feel the most unshakable of them all.

Until Aaron’s schlong hung off the stool and completely dwarfed the cock who the Russian gymnast thought was the biggest here. Slowly, the ladies and their eager hands and lips stopped.

The male athletes? They realized they didn’t even matter and their boners died off. The better the athlete, the better sex. It was logical. Yet here, they met a man that defied logic.

“You’re from National City,” Aaron recalled.

“Yep, Cali guy. And you?”

Aaron put his elbows on the bar counter behind him. “Gotham.”

That one-word reply earned mutters among the athletes. Trane blinked twice and ended up saying with his laughter, “Out of all places, it had to be Gotham, huh?”

The African-American athlete laughed until his sides hurt. “Haah…!” He shook his head and glanced at that mega dick one more time. When it was that fucking big…man. A giant could hoop and win a three-peat in the NBA championship and still feel lacking. “Gotta be careful starting beef with these white boys. It's all fun going back and forth on social media until he posts a video of him fucking your girl with a dick triple your size. Stretching her and touching spots you can't even dream about. Shit’s unfair.”

The remark from Trane earned a couple of laughs from the others. The male athletes were rich and famous in their own right but ultimately followed Trane’s direction. For him to say shit like this, they both had to laugh and realize they weren’t built for this. They didn’t compare.

Still laughing, Trane added, “White boy summer is about to be in full effect. Better keep your girl close black kings or she might end up in a white man's bed.”

Aaron smiled politely. The remarks were a little funny, admittedly, but he wasn’t here to set off a race war or whatever. His senses tingled, however. It was like the world was trying to tell him something—and it did.

He found a young couple, entering the sex filled beach with flushed faces. Their first time here. But more importantly…

‘They're not from this universe.’

The Chosen One could not be fooled. He could see it the moment he saw them. They vibrated at a slightly different frequency than everyone else here.

The male was broad-shouldered, solid, with that calm, ready energy. Not so much a soldier but…

‘Street-raised, like a lot of people in Gotham.’ Aaron was staring from the corner of his eye. Brown hair and blue eyes, he wore a red hoodie that didn’t reach his dick. So he was adequately naked. After all, if bikinis were allowed, then why not a hoodie.

In a flash, Aaron read his mind. He received a name: Roy Harper. He received three superhero identities: Speedy, Arsenal, and Red Arrow.

‘But not the Roy Harper of this Earth, my Earth…how did he get here?’

His gaze went to his fiancé, a smoking hot baby. A small smile appeared.

‘Thea Queen…?’

This Thea Queen did not exist on his Earth. From what he saw from Roy’s memories, she was the daughter of the late Malcolm Merlyn and Moira Queen and a spoiled rich party girl and drug addict turned superhero.

Fascinating.

She went full nude unlike her partner and had a figure that was equal parts athletic and graceful. Her figure was womanly and tapered into a narrow waist that curved outward into hips with a quiet, natural confidence. Her legs were long, sleek, and poised with the balance of someone who could move like quicksilver if she chose.

When she turned, it was impossible not to notice the shape of her hips and her heart-shaped booty. The couple stopped to look around. Amateurs, obviously, and contemplating on what to do.

Aaron’s thoughts zeroed in on Thea Queen’s bare pussy. She was shaved and ready to fuck. ‘Daughter of Malcolm Merlyn and Moira Queen in another world…how did you get here?’

It was for no special reason, it seemed. Aaron suspected maybe it had something to do with Empty Hand. It didn’t. See, she and Roy were native collection of universes known as the Arrowverse. Her Earth had discovered a method of multiversal travel. Ordinarily, it should have been impossible to penetrate the veil of Earth Prime. But because of Empty Hand, there was destabilisation and these two, without knowing, slipped inside an Earth they should have never been capable of coming to.

They were a couple that had gone through trials and tribulations. They were a couple with fetishes.

Put simply, Roy had a cuck fetish—and in order for nobody on their Earth to discover that embarrassing fetish, they decided to commit to it on another Earth.

Aaron’s Reigner’s erection made itself known. Cue the gasps. The fourteen inch cock found its target. He rose to his feet.

“Selina, Tamara, you two stay.”

“With these little boys?” Selina snickered. “Fine.”

The chicks laughed. The athletes just sat there. Everybody knew that dick could steal any woman and ruin any pussy.

His target's fiancé, Roy Harper, was right beside her as they looked about. Roy wasn’t a small man—his cock was a respectable five inches flaccid. Hands in the pockets of his hoodie, they had women eye him curiously.

Little did they know that this wasn’t about Roy getting laid. It was about his future wife.

Enter a fourteen inch cock.

Enter Roy’s widening eyes when he saw it.

Aaron walked with a stoic kind of confidence. He knew exactly what he was carrying between his legs and didn’t brag about it. His tall, athletic frame was topped with good looks that could melt ice, but it wasn’t his face that drew gasps. It was the monster swinging heavily beneath him—a thick, eager fourteen-inch cock that swung left and right from his steps. Thea noticed Roy’s gaze and was about to ask, “What—?”

Thea’s eyes widened as she took in the sight. Her lips parted, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her hand instinctively reached out, as if to touch it, but she stopped herself, glancing back at Roy.

Roy’s jaw dropped. He stood up straighter, his own cock twitching involuntarily as he stared at the sheer size of Aaron. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought. He’d never seen anything like it. He met Thea’s glance and they had this sort-of nod. This “are you seeing what I’m seeing” expression.

Roy witnessed his fiancee’s neck-turn to look at it again. Seeing the way her eyes were locked on Aaron’s length, something primal stirred in him. That twisted boiling of jealousy and arousal in his stomach.

The monster dick was an inch from poking Thea’s navel. “Hey there,” he greeted. “I'm Aaron Reigner. Nice to meet you. I’m guessing you two are new here?”

“Y-yeah, we’re new. N-nice to meet you too.” Thea swallowed hard, her gaze flickering back to Roy. She didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t like her. She’d been a party girl once, wild and carefree, but this was different. This was raw, unbridled desire about to poke her. Her fingers twitched, and she could feel her own arousal pooling between her thighs.

“I’m new too,” Aaron said. “First day, actually.”

“Same,” Roy replied because his fiancee suddenly couldn’t.

“S-sheesh,” Thea mumbled so that only her fiance could hear, “he's so much bigger than you, Roy.”

Aaron had great ears, unfortunately. “I see the ring. The two of you are engaged?”

“Yep.” Hands in his red hoodie, Roy twiddled with his fingers. “It’s our pre-honeymoon.”

“Gotcha.” His next few words were polite, loaded with intent, and somehow completely casual and genuine. “Mind if I borrow her? It’ll be a good first time for both of us. You can watch, if you want.”

Borrow her.

Fuck her.

Aaron just plain said it.

Roy hesitated, his heart pounding. This was Hedonism II. They’d come here knowing what it was, a swinger's wet dream. Where desires were laid bare and boundaries were meant to be crossed.

He looked at Thea. She couldn’t stop staring and he couldn’t stop seeing the hunger in her eyes. Something inside him snapped. Roy nodded slowly. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

Her features were sharp but delicate, framed by soft waves of chestnut hair. Her eyes, wide and piercing, carried both vulnerability and an edge, like lived through things most people couldn’t imagine.

Somehow, this was near the top of the list. This manly, megacock that made her drop to her knees.

Her hands clenched and then loosened in order to grip the tip. Roy couldn’t believe it, her fingered didn’t touch. With him, it did but this man and this cock…Thea Queen had never held anything so thick, so heavy.

“Take your time,” Aaron said. “I want you to get comfortable.”

Thea was already on her knees. She was already comfortable. Her fiance gave permission. All that remained was to give in.

Give in she did, her lips opening into an O-shape and trying to swallow the beginning inches of big cock. It was a struggle from the start, the girth stretched her lips wide, making it hard to breathe.

She pulled back. Roy was concerned and she reassured him, “S-sorry, it’s just so much bigger than yours. Different.”

Roy’s dick twitched. She didn’t mean to insult him, she was looking right at this stranger’s big dick and analyzing it like…like it was a puzzle. A challenge. The simple reality was that this cock was bigger and better and his fiancee was struggling with it.

“R-right…”