Starting with Star Sapphire and Batwoman.

“Oh, God, yes, fuck me!” Star Sapphire, he learned, was not a quiet lover. Nor was she passive, and she slammed her hips against his so hard she nearly bowled her over. He grabbed her ass to control her speed as much as to get his hands on her bubbly, squeezable cheeks, parting them so he could watch her greedy mouth swallow him whole. “Harder, harder! I can’t cum like this! Make me feel it!” Nobody reacted to her screams, not even Batwoman, who had a front-row seat to the event. Star Sapphire squeezed the hero’s tits, using them as handholds while she practically **** Brandon right back. She didn’t attempt to look at him, oblivious to his presence even as she transferred her intentions to her victim. “This is for all the times the Justice League got in my way! I’ll make all of you regret ever laying hands on me!” Brandon’s balls grew tight and he dug his nails into Star Sapphire to slow her down, shoving himself as far as he could get before he unloaded inside her. She jerked in his grip, still trying to take control, and he only let her go when he had seeded her nice and deep. An evil thought crossed his mind, and he pushed Star Sapphire forward until she straddled Batwoman’s face. When he let so, she grinned and lowered her hips, grinding against Batwoman’s mouth. “Maybe if you beg for mercy, I’ll finish you off quickly.”

The slick sounds didn’t tell him whether Batwoman was eating his creampie out of Star Sapphire’s pussy or just fighting for air, and he didn’t much care. Now Batwoman herself lay before him, spread-eagle with her wrists and ankles latched to the concrete and her lips already slick from her **** masturbation. Even after cumming three times already his dick still stood tall thanks to LexCorp technology, and it showed no signs of flagging. He remembered the night in Officer Montoya’s apartment, the painfully cute sight of Batwoman making out with her girlfriend, and this time he had the energy to appreciate her properly. He had to twist a little to get into a proper position, but moments later he stabbed into the Batwoman again, ready to make his second attempt to knock her up.

Around him the fights continued, and under the amulet’s influence they exuded sexuality instead of danger. Giganta wore a gold necklace and earrings now, nothing else, and the rest of her body was femininity incarnate even at forty feet tall. Her massive breasts jiggled as she threw her last ankle boot at Wonder Woman, who smacked it out of the air with her fists clasps together. The hero had just removed one article of clothing, but she’d really only had one piece to start, and flying around in red and white knee-high boots, silver bracers, and a gold tiara was even sexier than if she had gone totally naked. Her Amazonian body was tight in all the right places, jiggling pleasantly as she dodged punches and landed a few of her own. Livewire had shed her own boots, and just gloves kept her pale blue skin from being totally revealed. Ironically, he noted, she would probably fight more easily if she didn’t have anything blocking her hands, but seeing as one of those hands was busily stroking Batgirl’s pussy, he understood a little caution. Even if she did have the sidekick as a disadvantage, pinned against a wall and halfway to rolling her eyes back in her head, there was no need to kill Batgirl before Livewire had finished with her. Batgirl herself was down to her mask, cape, belt, and boots, and she—

The belt! Brandon remembered Batwoman’s earlier declaration about tracking Harley, and he wouldn’t say no to another attempt at the peppy blonde’s womb, nor to her plant-based partner’s. He fumbled around Batwoman’s utility belt until he found the pocket she had indicated, and he pulled out a small device displaying two numbers. While he rocked his hips into the hero, he watched the numbers change as he moved the device around, and after some testing he guessed they were distance and direction. He smiled and humped Batwoman harder, already making plans. Fucking superheroes on the clock was a great way to make a living, but he could dedicate far more time (and sperm) to the cause if he could spend his weekends with a few sexy villains in his own hometown.

With his imagination running wild, it didn’t take long for Batwoman’s pussy to set him off. The final straw was Star Sapphire screaming to the ceiling, finally cumming all over Batwoman’s face and triggering something he could only describe as an understated orgasm. Her walls pulled him close and sucked him in, helping him deposit every drop and ensuring the best chance of overwhelming whatever protection she had. Idly, he wondered if LexCorp had an answer for that too, something he could sneak into the Watchtower’s water supply to counteract any sort of birth control. He would have to ask Miss Graves.

In the meantime, he had a few more stops to make before the battle ended and not a lot of time to work.