Dominance

By the time he was done, Circe the Weaver was fucked stupid. Her gazebo as a temple for his cum and her body a whorish mess. Her Ani-Men watched and could do nothing as Aaron got away with such defilement. If Circe’s dead husband saw the sorry sight he would fall into a rage. Besides the fact that his wife killed him, her holes were stretched far too much for him to use.

The sculpture and the woman—both marks of his time here. Both marks of his superiority over every male that dared to step into this nude colony.

“Goodbye, Circe,” Aaron said dismissively. “It is good to see that villains can get a second chance.”

From being Wonder Woman’s enemy to a man’s person cum bucket. What a bizarre development of character.

He returned to the beach. Eyes followed wherever he went, courtesy of his massive, schlapping dong. He was so much bigger than every other man it was absurd.

Along the way, he saw Dinah and Oliver. The Green Arrow scowled, put a hand over his dick, and used his remaining arm to guide her elsewhere.

The Black Canary could not resist, however. She risked it all to look over her shoulder and at his bigger, thicker schlong. But the look was instant. Her gaze returned to her husband and she put on a loyal smile.

Hopefully her gaze wouldn't stray again. For her husband’s sake.

“Aaaaron~!”

Harley Quinn. He turned and saw the woman in question, her tits bouncing as she ran, arms outstretched. "Aaron~!"

"Harley—" Harley ran full-speed across the sand, her arms and legs flailing, squealing with excitement. She leapt right into Aaron’s arms, legs locking his waist, and she immediately pressed a kiss on his lips. Harley pulled back, giggling.

“I missed you!” Harley exclaimed, and Aaron could feel her chest rise and fall with her panting. Her legs tightened around him.

Immediately, he went to groping her, his hands cupping those fabulous buns of hers. Holding her up that way was the only way.

Harley giggled, and planted another kiss on his lips. “Big boys act like big boys, eh?” Yeah, he had no idea what she meant by that.

“And second rate bitches act like second rate bitches.” The accustory remark was given by none other than her opposite—Punchline, AKA Alexis. The taller, stronger, and more well-bosomed woman stood there with her hand on her hip.

Harley slowly slunk down Aaron, one leg still wrapped around him. She peeked past her shoulder, staring at Alex with disgust and annoyance. Harley narrows her eyes. "Ugh, it's her."

Alexis blew Aaron a kiss. “Of course it’s me. I’m always one step ahead of you.”

‘Well, she certainly has the bigger tits,’ Aaron commented in his head. Pink nipples, F-cups, and a sluttier disposition, she was everything Harley wasn’t. It was weird. He couldn’t call Alex better, just…different.

Harley tool note of his expression and grabbed his chin to look at her. His grey eyes remained as impossible to read as ever. Harley pouted. “I’m prettier. Don’t you be staring!”

“Why not? Everybody is naked here.”

“That’s like saying I can look at other dicks.”

“...it’s a nude beach. Go ahead.”

“Dumbass,” Alexis added.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” Harley growled and pushed herself off of him.. Her eyes travelled up and down Alexis’s body, and she pressed her lips together tightly. She was sexy, there was no denying and Alexis knew that Harley knew.

"What’s wrong? Afraid I'll replace you again?" Alexis tilted her head up, smirking.

Harley’s face immediately flared to red with outrage. She went up into Alexis’s face like some wrestler, her boobs pushing against hers. Aaron quietly did a side-step to get a better look.

“You reeeeally think you’re better than me?”

Alexis continued smirking and coolly swept her bangs aside. “I know I’m better, Harlot!”

Spectators arrived and surrounded them, including some of Aaron’s own. Coming from behind, Selina asked in a low whisper, “Is this a cat fight?”

“I think so.” Aaron summoned a bowl of popcorn. “Want some?”

Before Selina could respond, a strong set of hands stole the bowl from Aaron’s hands, plopping it away from him as if he were a kid. The only woman capable of that was the tall Ven. “I’ll take it, said the Latino, tossing the popcorn in her mouth. “No butter. Unfortunate.”

“I bet I can make him cum faster!”

“Yeah, right! Says the bitch who can’t even do a proper blowjob!”

“They’re talking about you now.” Selina grabbed his arm and let her breasts do the talking. “Should I be jealous?”

Aaron didn’t bother glancing at her. “Ivy is here, so you should be.”

Harley’s rage subsided the moment she saw the redhead. She leapt away from Alexis, blushing profusely.

“I—erm. Nevermind….” Harley sighed, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. “I thought I was gonna have to slap a ho….” she murmured under her breath.

She turned in Ivy’s direction, and gave a friendly wave.

“Reddddd, hey, how’s it going?”

Harley pretended Ivy wasn’t amongst the crowd of people. Harley pretended that Ivy wasn’t standing there with her arms crossed.

“Seriously, Harley? I go outside for the first time in a while and not only do you run off on me but you get into a fight.” Ivy shook her head. “I should have known.”

“B-but…” Harley pointed at Aaron’s dick dramatically. It was on the other side but very clearly what she was pointing at. “You can’t blame me!”

Ivy sighed. “Whatever.”

“But Honey Pumpkins…”

“I said whatever!”

As two continued to bicker, another fine yet small set of breasts hugged his open arm. It was Mary and she seemed calm about everything.

“Let’s go,” Mary said. “You have a flight to catch soon.”

“Oh? I thought I had a few hours,” Aaron said. “Let me guess, Talia wanted to move up the flight.” A nod from Mary. Aaron sighed. “She sure is greedy. Fine. I’m going.”

“But first—!” Vixen suddenly appeared, phone in hand, and pushed herself against him. Her head settled on his chest, her phone up in the air, she exclaimed, “Cheese!”

Aaron wore a small smile. Selina instantly flashed a peace sign and a seductive smile. Mary blinked. Ven shoved a mouthful of popcorn, and Vixen winked at the screen.

Snap! The selfie was taken.

“That was totally random,” Aaron noted.

“I’m a model,” Vixen explained. “It’ll be nice on my Instagram.”

Selina raised a brow. “A nude beach? Really? I think that goes beyond Instagram modelling.”

“I can censor the parts where your tits are,” Vixen said. “I’m sure people will figure it out anyway buuut that’s the lore of it all. They’ll be thinking, ‘Did she really go to a nude beach? Is that Bruce Wayne’s ex-fiancée?’ So many questions and no answers. It’ll be great.”

‘She is a model,’ Aaron thought. ‘Well played.’