The leagues new toys

In the Justice League watch tower, several female heros would become sex relief tools for the male heros, a bizarre yet surprisingly accepted phenomenon in this alternate universe. The first to catch the eye was the statuesque figure of wonder woman, she would offer a young 18 year old Damien Wayne a quick blow job before a mission knowing she was just a living sex doll he accepted, it was simply the norm for him.

As the night grew later, the tension in the tower was palpable. The male heroes had returned from a particularly grueling battle, their muscles aching and their libidos at an all-time high. Superman, the Man of Steel, noticed the frustration in their eyes and knew exactly what they needed. He called for a meeting in the briefing room, but the topic of discussion was far from strategic.

"Gentlemen," he began, his deep voice resonating through the room, "today's victory was a testament to our unity and strength. But let's not forget that we're only human, with human needs." His gaze lingered on the female members of the team, who shifted happily in their seats, fully aware of what was coming next.

Batman, ever the pragmatist, nodded solemnly. "It's true, we've been pushing ourselves to our limits. It's only natural that we seek release." His eyes slid over to the eagerly waiting female heroes, who returned his gaze with a mix of anticipation and readiness.

Wonder Woman, who had been quietly listening, stood up, her golden lasso glinting in the dim light. "I'm here to serve, as always," she said with a soft smile, untying the knot that held her lasso. The other females followed her lead, each unclipping their utility belts and letting them fall to the floor with a clatter.

The Flash looked at them with a smile. "You guys know your place"

"Indeed, we do," said Hawkgirl, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she stepped forward. "We're more than happy to provide the... relief you need."

The male heroes exchanged glances, the weight of their exhaustion and desire lifting from their shoulders. They had fought alongside these amazing women countless times, and now, it was the women's turn to serve them in a different way. The room filled with the sound of boots being unlaced and costumes being peeled away, revealing toned, powerful bodies beneath.

First up was Aquaman, the King of Atlantis, who approached Mera, the fiery red-haired queen of the sea. She looked at him with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling like the ocean's depths. They had shared moments like this before, moments of passionate release that transcended their duty as heroes. She stepped closer, her wet suit clinging to her curves, and placed a hand on his broad chest.

"Let me ease your tension, Arthur," she whispered, her breath warm and tantalizing. With surprising strength for someone so graceful, she pushed him onto the conference table. His body was a testament to his underwater reign, muscles rippling as he leaned back, welcoming her touch.

Mera straddled him, her wet suit peeled down to reveal her ample breasts, the tips already hard with desire. She lowered her mouth to his chest, her hot tongue tracing the lines of his muscles, leaving a trail of wetness. Aquaman groaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her, pulling her closer. The room was alive with similar sounds of pleasure as the other female heroes found their partners.

The Atom, usually so tiny, now loomed large in the eyes of the Black Canary. He had always had a thing for her, and now that he was in his regular size, he took full advantage. She lay back on the floor, her legs spread invitingly, her fishnets and leather costume discarded. His eyes were like lasers, focusing on her most sensitive spot as he knelt before her, ready to give her the oral pleasure she craved. She moaned as he began, his tongue flicking and teasing, bringing her closer and closer to climax.

In the corner, the Martian Manhunter watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and arousal. His alien physiology had always made him a silent observer, but tonight, he felt a strange kinship with his comrades. He approached the young, busty Miss Martian, her green eyes full of longing. "May I?" he asked, his voice deep and gentle. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, she may have just turned 19 but she knew her place in the universe, she was here to serve the heroes in every way.

Her costume disappeared in a flash of Martian telekinesis, revealing her voluptuous form. He took her hand and guided her to a secluded part of the room, the soft glow of a holographic fireplace casting flickering shadows across their bodies. He began to kiss her neck, his alien lips warm and unearthly against her soft skin. She moaned, arching her back to give him better access, her large breasts pressing against his chest.

Miss Martian felt a thrill run through her as his hands began to explore her body. She had always been curious about the alien's abilities, and now she was about to experience them firsthand in the most intimate way possible. His fingers danced across her curves, light as a feather, yet firm with the promise of pleasure.

Her hands reached for his costume, eager to feel his muscular form beneath. As she touched him, his skin began to glow with a faint green light, his body reacting to her touch. The Martian Manhunter's eyes grew darker, and his pupils dilated with desire. He knew he had to be careful with her human body, but her eagerness was too much to resist.

Superman watched from a distance, his own arousal growing as he took in the erotic scene. His gaze fell upon Hawkgirl, her wings folded demurely behind her, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the earlier battle. She looked at him with a hunger that matched his own. He stepped towards her, and she didn't hesitate to drop to her knees, her wings spread wide in a display of submission.

Her lips parted as she took in the full length of him, her eyes wide with wonder. "My turn," she murmured, her voice a low purr. With a flick of her wrist, the last remnants of her costume fell away, revealing her toned, alien flesh. Superman's eyes never left hers as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste his manhood. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hand moving to cup the back of her head as she took him deeper into her mouth.

The room was a symphony of sighs and moans, the air thick with lust. Cyborg leaned against the wall, watching as Starfire, the fiery Tamaranean, straddled him, her body glowing with her alien passion. Her hands roamed over his metal body, her fingertips sparking with energy as she touched his more human parts. He groaned, the sensation overwhelming, as she began to ride him with an intensity that matched the fiercest battles they had fought together.

Green Lantern, the emerald warrior of light, found himself paired with Batgirl, whose lithe form was a stark contrast to his powerful physique. She straddled him, her cape fluttering around them, as he lay back in a chair, his green light constructing a bubble of privacy around them. Their eyes locked as she began to rock her hips, her tight costume sliding down to expose her firm breasts to his eager gaze. Each movement was a dance of power and submission, their chemistry palpable as they moved in perfect sync.

Batgirl's hands roamed over his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath the green energy. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm as they both moved closer to release. The air was charged with their combined desire, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and whispered in his ear, "I've always wanted to do this with you." His only response was a low, guttural growl, his hips bucking up to meet hers.

In the center of the room, the Flash had claimed his prize: wonder woman, she had just finished sucking off Damien that she still had cum in her hair, but she didn't care, she was here to serve. He picked her up with ease, his speed allowing him to handle her weight with the finesse of a feather. He lay her down on the cold, steel surface of the table, her legs dangling over the side. With a wink, he stripped off his costume, revealing his impressive endowment. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his as he approached her.

He stepped between her legs, his erection brushing against her inner thighs. "You've been a naughty little hero today," he teased, his voice a mix of playfulness and dominance. "I think you need a good, hard, fucking."

Wonder Woman's eyes lit up with excitement. She spread her legs wider, her hands reaching down to guide him in. "Take me, Flash," she begged, her voice thick with need. "Make me forget everything but this."

The Flash didn't waste any more time with words. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her wetness. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, her gasp echoing through the room. The other heroes paused for a moment, watching as the fastest man alive claimed his prize, their own desire spiking even further.

The rhythm of their lovemaking was a blur to the naked eye, a symphony of flesh and motion. The only evidence of his speed was the faint sonic boom that accompanied each deep penetration, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Wonder Woman's body. She moaned, her hands grasping the edges of the table, her body arching with every powerful stroke.

The room was alive with the sounds of passion. Aquaman's powerful hands gripped Mera's hips, guiding her as she rode him with an intensity that matched the tides. Her red hair cascaded down her back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as she took him to the brink of release.

In the corner, Miss Martian's body quivered under the Martian Manhunter's touch. His alien abilities allowed him to explore her in ways no human could, his hands seemingly everywhere at once, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she approached climax. The alien's eyes glowed brighter, the room growing warmer with their passion.

Starfire's hair blazed like the sun as she rode Cyborg, her body moving in a fiery dance of lust. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of glowing energy in their wake. Cyborg's eyes were locked on her, his metal limbs flexing with every movement she made, his circuits overloading with pleasure, "ohh fuck me you black mother fucker"

Batman, ever the silent observer, watched the scene unfold from the shadows, his hand idly stroking his cock as he took in the sight of his comrades succumbing to their most primal desires. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, knowing that his own prowess would soon be put to the test. His eyes fell upon vixen, "tell me Batman... Does the dark night like negros, or does he only go for the white girls "

The room grew quieter as everyone turned to see who had spoken, but it was Batman who broke the silence with a dark chuckle. "I go for whatever satisfies the need," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Vixen's spine. He stalked over to her, his cape trailing behind him like a predator on the hunt. She knelt before him, her brown skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her eyes never leaving his.

"Your turn," he murmured, his hand reaching down to stroke her cheek. He unclipped his utility belt, the weight of his desire clear to see. Vixen looked up at him with a mix of submission and excitement, her teeth grazing his shaft before she took him into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, his length and girth a challenge she was eager to conquer, "then allow me to show you why black girls have only one good hole" she would say as she sat down on his lap, his cock going all the way up her black ass, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust.

Batman's eyes rolled back as she worked her magic, her mouth and hands moving in tandem to bring him to the edge. The room had turned into a sea of flesh and passion, each hero lost in their own world of ecstasy. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, wet kisses, and moans of pleasure filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the usual seriousness of the watchtower, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Hawkgirl's talons dug into Superman's thighs as she took his length, her eyes watering with the effort. The Kryptonian's muscles tensed with each bob of her head, his fingers entangled in her hair, guiding her movements with gentle precision. Despite their superhuman strength, the female heroes served their male counterparts with a delicate touch that spoke of their dedication to their roles.

Elsewhere, the Atom had brought Black Canary to the brink, his tongue relentless in its exploration of her most sensitive areas. Her eyes fluttered shut, the sound of her moans mingling with the symphony of passion filling the room. Her body tensed, and with a final, **** cry, she reached climax, her body convulsing with pleasure as he drank her in.

The Atom pulled back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Black Canary lay there, panting, her chest heaving. He leaned in, kissing her softly, sharing the taste of her release with her. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice hoarse with need. He winked at her, his cock still standing proud, "My pleasure."

The room was a maelstrom of passionate activity. Cyborg's circuits flickered in time with Starfire's cries, their union a fiery display of power and lust. Star fire would moan "oh god... Your black cock is superior to my worthless pussy"

The Martian Manhunter's glow grew brighter as Miss Martian's body tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she climbed higher and higher. "J'onn," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut, "please, I need it."

He took a deep breath, his alien form shimmering with restraint. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached down, his hand glowing green as he caressed her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her like a meteor shower, her cries piercing the air like sonic booms.

The Martian Manhunter watched her, his gaze filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger. He knew he had to be gentle with her human body, but her pleasure was all he could think about. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was as fiery as the passion that raged between them. Miss Martian's arms wrapped around his neck, her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper into her warm embrace.

Raven would be sucking off both red hood and nightwing while she rode Tim Drake, "young cock is the best, isn't it?" she whispered to herself, her voice filled with dark delight as she felt the two men's cocks pulsing in her hands. Her black cloak fell around them, creating a shadowy cocoon, her three eyes glowing with pleasure as she watched the two men's reactions to her skilled ministrations.