Victory

"Call me by my real name…Sandra," she suddenly said, panting. "Sandra Wu-San."

"Okay…Sandra."

He should have kissed her. He didn't. For some reason, seeing this soft, weak side of her, he was reminded of Cassandra. He hesitated. The older woman immediately attacked that moment of focus and started fucking him like a ship in a tsunami. Aaron groaned as she clamped down on him, forcing him to lose advantage.

"Let it out!" Lady Shiva declared, tightening up a notch. Another groan came from the male. "Shoot it all inside my womb!"

He grit his teeth. He couldn't hold it back any longer. "I'm gonna cum!"

Aaron let out a grunt, his vision going white for an instant. He liberated his nuts by sending thick, lush ropes of cum into her womb, stuffing her before the MILF could properly register it. Her eyes crossed and her tongue flapped out of her mouth, overwhelmed by just how full she was feeling. His balls emptied their virile content, his cock lurching with every blast of cum. He remained buried inside her, simply cumming and cumming like there was no tomorrow.

"Ahhh~♡! Nnoooohhnn! It's pouring!" Hearing her break down like that, Aaron snapped out of his trance. He witnessed her transformation into a dumb fuck whore. "You're cumming so much! Oghn~♡!"

When he was finished, Sandra Wu-San was unrecognizable. Hazy green eyes, her stern expression lost to satisfaction. She was…soft and meek. To think he would render her to such a state.

"Haahn~♡! Haahn~♡!"

Her cunt continued to clench tightly. It was like she loved the warmth of his cock and wanted it to stay there. The pair stayed like that for perhaps five minutes before movement was done.

It was Shiva who pulled herself off, who decided to switch tactics. Was she still challenging him? Honestly, seeing the way she was cleaning up his dick, not really. She seemed to have accepted defeat. That creampie he gave her must have been a reality check. She could not overpower Aaron Reigner in the art of sex. She could only submit.

"Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Even so, Lady Shiva was no slouch. "Sandra, you…"

Okay, this time, he hadn't underestimated her yet–

"Fuck, you're amazing…"

She was using her whole body. Not just her hands and tongue, but her tits too. Of course, it was quite a struggle to contain his dick within the mounds of flesh as five inches peaked out like it was nothing. Her tongue did its work, getting the glans to receive an amazing dose of pleasure, but at this point Aaron had gone through three of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Now that he had experienced it, his hunger soared. He needed more. His sex drive wouldn't have it any other way.

Lady Shiva delivered.

Suddenly, she used her feet. Both of them worked in tandem like her hands had. The control, the skill, the dexterity, it was insane. Aaron could feel her toes curl and surpass the greatest of handjobs.

Even she was surprised by how twitchy he was by this footjob. So she decided to amp it up and use her hands as well. She was that fucking flexible. Hands and feet, synchronized in order to pleasure one thick white cock.

'God damn.'

Aaron came.

The early offset caught him by total surprise. However, he held the advantage here and he needed to keep pushing it. As soon as his balls spurted, he got on his feet and started jerking himself off close to her face. He facialled her and coated her gorgeous features in white.

The atmosphere was hot and skanky. It was like she could tank whatever he could dish out. Like a demigod, he looked down at her and she, like a cat, cleaned herself up. A smile spread across his face.

'I've always wanted to try this…'

The mating press. A position straight out of the fantasy realm of hentai. He had done it with Cassandra once and it sent her to her dreams in less than a minute. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it his ultimate move.

Aaron didn't want to hypnotize Sandra Wu-San. He wanted to break her. He wanted her to be under his influence of his own volition. It sounded hotter, not to mention better for the future. There was no guarantee his hypnosis would hold if a telepath decided to invade his victims' minds. He needed to get used to controlling people through sheer sex appeal.

Frankly, there was no need to describe what happened during the mating press. It was simple, really. Lady Shiva succumbed. She broke.

Balls flapping, cock inserting itself repeatedly and without mercy…

"Thank you! Thank you! So–! Good–! You're a god! A god! Amazing! Big! Fat! Cock! You damn stud! You can't keep fucking me like thiiiiis~!"

…it was a mismatch because he kept fucking her just the way she wanted, like a ruthless mind reader. She gained some semblance of her old confidence but it wasn't the same. The challenging allure was gone, replaced by a need for his seed.

"Aaron! Fucking! Aaron! Please! Give me your cum! Creampie me! Breed me! I want your child! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me~!"

He creampied her in the end less out of need and more out of habit. Plus, he had all this build-up in his balls, why not spend it? It wasn't like she would get pregnant anyway. He hadn't chosen her.

Laying on the bed, her chest was rising up and down, breathing as if her life depended on it (not that something like this could actually kill her). Her eyelids were also partially open, though her pupils were totally rolled back. Her pussy was still spewing out large globs of his cum. The Great Lady Shiva, the unconquerable martial artist, was out cold.

He snapped his fingers and all the cum and smell dissipated. It was like it had never happened. Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake wouldn't suspect a thing if they came in here.