Chapitre 52: Ordinary Life //
Talon-1 touched the ground. Finally having landed outside of Gotham, where forestry and greenery hid them from human life, the entrance opened and out came Poison Ivy. The glow on her green complexion grew. Her feet stepped from metal to the dirt and she let out a long.
"Gotham City…" Ivy called out. "So wonderful."
"How about clothes, please?" Aaron suggested, walking beside him. Finally, after a day at the nude colony, he was back to normality. Black slacks and a black t-shirt. Something he threw on for the sake of it.
Ivy wasn't interested in clothing, arms out as she walked and went in a full circle. "Is freedom and potential what you promised me?"
"Yes, but…" His eyes flickered. Dammit, he was tempted to agree with that ass of hers. "...not nudity. Even early humans had some clothes."
"Do as he says, Poison Ivy," came the voice of Lady Shiva. Ivy ignored her, pretending she wasn't breathing down her neck. "Or else."
"And what if I don't want to?" Ivy asked.
"You will," Shiva replied.
As interesting as a battle between Lady Shiva and Poison Ivy would be, Aaron had wasted enough time as it was. The reason he went on the plane was for some last minute fucking. Behind him, Selina arrived, limping and moaning.
"Mmmph! So unfair!" Selina arched her back, her latex suit blessing her with her curves. "Ivy has super healing and Shiva is just built differently. So unfair…"
To an extent, Selina was too. Talia and Elizabeth were out for the count, laying face-down and ass high, both holes filled to the brimming and dripping. In fact, Aaron heard every little drop from where he was standing, as well as the incomprehensible blabbering of, "Cock….cock…I love cock…"
The fact that both of them were echoing the same sentiment was strangely erotic. He always wondered if he went too far. Meh, probably not.
"Selina, keep an eye on Talia and Elizabeth. I'll be taking these two."
"Fine, fine," Catwoman muttered. "Don't forget though…" She hugged him from behind, her wonderful tits pressed and her arms clinging. "...next week, I expect you to be pounding me at the BatCave."
Pecking him on the cheek, Selina skipped back inside. Aaron didn't look back. If he did, he would have seen her skintight ass and fucked her for a second time.
Ivy watched the interaction with a raised brow. Shiva, however, remained locked on Poison Ivy.
Without saying a word, Aaron snapped his fingers. Ivy blinked and her world changed.
***
Down at the basement was Hadiyah, combing their massive network of information. Gotham was a metropolitan city and required constant vigilance. The population, in the millions, was sensitive to change in many districts, hence why Aaron always left someone to keep track of events.
In this case, Hadiyah and Jaina Hudson. Intelligent woman in their own rights who understood and accepted Ivy's presence in a heartbeat.
"So she's here at least." Jaina yawned. "Can I go home now?"
"Me too." Hadiyah tried not to show it but she was deathly tired. Her baggy eyes turned away from the computer and looked at him.
"Sure." Aaron snapped his fingers and the two ladies disappeared. Ivy squinted, puzzled by his powers, and raised her own arm in response.
"The Green, it is…weak here. My connection, what have you done with it?" Ivy turned to him, borderline furious. Aaron anticipated this.
"A precaution. No one comes in and out unless I decree it."
"What, are you wielding magic? Are we even in Gotham?"
Not feeling the connection to the Green was causing her to jump to conclusions. To Poison Ivy, who wielded and talked to the plants of the city like they were her children, this didn't feel like her home city.
"This is still Gotham," Aaron said. "This house exists in the suburbs of Gotham but a hypnosis spell has been cast so that its presence is ignored by all eyes that see it. Consider it the price for strutting without clothes."
Her eyes attempted to flare up with power. But nothing. Due to the difference in their connection, Ivy could not tap into her powers like Aaron could. She inhaled sharply and crossed her arms under her green bust. "...fine."
"Let's go upstairs." Aaron beckoned the nude woman over. "I'll show you around."
The next ten minutes were spent exploring the Harem House. It was no villa but it was certainly large for a suburban house, fitted with five-rooms, three bathrooms, twin garages, and a wide lawn outside.
Ivy was quite subdued. It wasn't until they were in the living room that she commented. "So this is your place. I have to say, it is certainly…"
"Homey?" Aaron suggested.
"Basic."
He chuckled and took a seat. The nude Ivy took her place beside him. "I'll take it as a compliment," Aaron replied.
"Do you use fossil fuels here? Are these couches and carpets made of plants?"
"No and no. I was able to create infinite renewable energy here. As for furniture...I also adjusted it."
Originally, this was Hadiyah's place but overtime it became Aaron's second home. The Harem House was a place for Aaron to be able to fuck and bring peace to Gotham without disturbing one or the other.
There was a moment of pause. Ivy's light-green complexion paired with her delicious curves made it difficult to ignore her. Her hands slowly slithered up to his crotch. Her lips twitched upwards into an erotic show of lust as her fingers lightly the impressive girth of his limp cock.
Well, one more round wouldn't hurt?
He sent her a look, got up, and unzipped his pants. There was a small gap between them.
Thwap!
There was a reason for that gap.
While eyeing his soft piece of meat, she tied her hair into a bun. "Now that's what I call a cock."
No other man in Gotham could stand there and claim to have a cock as long as his, flaccid or otherwise. As it hung there between his legs, Poison Ivy licked her lips and understood this was a gift. She seduced ten of thousands of men in her time as a villain and had found none with a manhood half as impressive as Aaron's.
Aaron put a hand on his hip, waiting. His cock lightly twitched. "Such patience," Ivy remarked, her hands wrapping around his shaft and beginning to stroke it up and down slowly, teasingly. His cock twitched. His cock rose. Its size was a monument and Ivy knew it. She treated it with respect; or in other words, jerking it off to the best of her abilities.
When that massive, throbbing cock tugged under her chin, Ivy pulled back and let it kiss her on the lips. Whatever pre-cum had accumulated was swiftly lapped up, "Mmm…" Ivy gave the tip of his cock a juicy kiss. Following the kiss, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
So thick, so long, there was no question that only this dick could conquer Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Only this big, fat dick that could make them want to separate and do their own thing willingly. Before, there were fights. Aching hearts and cunts. But as long as Aaron was with one of them, they would be okay.
Ivy's lips were wrapped around his cock, though she dared not to go deeper than the bulbous head. She comprehended her limits and also understood that his flaring glans were his weakness. Perhaps in the past. But now? Not as much.
He reached down to caress her red hair gently, running his fingers through it as she continued to pleasure him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and he could tell that she was enjoying herself just as much as he was. His fingers tenderly massaging her, urging her to go deeper. She eventually did.
Aaron was able to climax at any time and get to his family, but he didn't want it to end just yet. He wanted to savour every moment with the supervillain, to make this last as long as possible, to show that he was in control of this eco-terrorist. Her lips were to serve him and she better know that.
"God, you're amazing," he said breathlessly, running his fingers through her hair once again.
Ivy's eyes opened as she stared up at him. His praise triggered something in her and with a smile she took him in deeper. At this point, she was halfway through, accomplishing that few could. Then, in one fell swoop, she took all of him in.
"Mmmmm…!" Her nose touched his pelvis, smelling that delicious musk all over again. She remembered their first encounter. She remembered seeing his dick under the behest of Harley and getting absolutely destroyed at it.
She remembered it all and her full lips seemed to want to pleasure him more, her green eyes glowing slightly.
Aaron couldn't help but smile at her response. She wasn't overly sentimental or romantic, or even erotic. Oh, sure, she seduced men, but it was a part of her powerset. It was a character. Here, in the privacy of his home, the real Poison Ivy surfaced. A smart, cunning woman with a brain that was too attached to plants and too horny for his dick. Put simply, only for Aaron did she play up the character of a seductress. Only for Aaron did she throw away her dignity.
"That's it, Ivy."
All the training and knowledge she received from their time together was kicking in. Indeed, while Ivy was a slow starter, she amped up the ante fast. She sucked dick like a ghoul that hadn't swallowed meat in decades. She went up and down, up and down, at a speed that was impressive though certainly not the fastest.
Yet still she was getting faster. Adapting. Growing.
Her green eyes continued to glow. Her powers shouldn't have been usable here but Aaron was purposely granting her some leeway. When his dick was in her throat, then he didn't mind loosening up the rules. Ivy quickly understood what was happening.
She pulled her lips back. Back, back, back, leaving back inches of his thick shaft. Coated in her saliva and promptly being jerked off by her hands, she exited his member with a plop!
"Mmmm…" Ivy took a second to catch her breath, nose flaring as her hands pumped his dick. Then, a minute later, her hands went down to his sack. "Tender balls waiting to breed…" She carcassed them and then went forward and cleaned them with her wet tongue. "...just as mother nature intended."
She started on his left testicle and licked to the middle of his balls. Ivy's tongue swished and flicked, then went across the wide grapefruit-sized nut through the satchel. Aaron's breath hitched, his cock pulsated madly. Bits of pre-cum leaked out and that was when Ivy gobbled him up again. In the brief moments that she was taking him in, when his shaft was still exposed, she gripped his cock and jerked him off.
A hefty load was incoming. He exhaled once, twice, and then…
"Ngh!"
Ivy held his cock deep in her throat as he came. His cum shot out, hot and thick, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She swallowed every drop greedily, savouring the taste of him. Aaron's shaky breath and hold on her tightened. His cock pumped out the last of its baby batter.
As he finished, she slowly pulled back, letting his softening cock slip from between her smiling lips. "Mmm…delicious." As if conducting photosynthesis, she absorbed his cum like a power source. She didn't merely swallow for the sake of it, she did it to test out a theory. "We are so compatible, you know that?"
Aaron stared down at her. Her wonderful tits were perked up and her full lips were licked by her masterful tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was softening but it was out of obligation—because he needed somewhere to be.
Their eyes met. Lust was sparked. Even so, Aaron tore himself away from her.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself…" He lifted two fingers and his pants magically fastened up to his waist. "...because I have somewhere I have to be."
"I did." Ivy licked her lips. "Until next time, my beautiful Aaron."
"Yeah—"
Alas, Aaron didn't even get to turn before he felt a hand grab him by the balls. Someone with an invigorating grip that surpassed the bounds of humanity. Someone that put their head on his shoulder and cooed in his ear.
"I will say it as many times as I need: I will empty you."
"Shiva…" Aaron warned. He had sensed her though he didn't think she would try and ambush him. Her black hair brushed down on his shoulder and her nude form was pressed against him. Her sharp nails were eager to plunder his sack. Too eager. "I will deal with you later."
"Morning after morning, woman after woman…" Her hold tightened and his balls stirred. "You must be running low. Is that why you cower from my challenge?"
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…
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was wrooooooong~!"
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
"Are you!?" Aaron asked. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her close. "Say it again!"
"I was wrong! I was wrong! Your cock is too good! It's too good! Too good!" Lady Shiva. The almighty Lady Shiva, said to be the greatest martial artist in the world. Said to be a goddess among women. Said to be a woman that never backed away from a challenge.
Well, today, she thoroughly understood that challenging Aaron was impossible. He didn't mind treating a little more nicely since she obeyed him of her free will. That had to count for something. But when she impeded his life…
"I LOVE IT~! I LOVE IIIITTT~! IT'S SOOO GODLY! SO DEEP! I-I CAN'T!" Tears were streaming down her face. Her body was down on the couch, her face buried in a pillow Aaron had created for positional purposes, while her pussy was being destroyed by fourteen inches of raw cock. He pistoned in and out of her. Wet schlaps of her juicy, orgasming cunt made themselves known. Over and over and over again, Lady Shiva climaxed and Aaron thrusted.
Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–! Clap–!
His balls smacked into her gloriously toned ass cheeks as his cock ventured into her womb. There was no mercy today. Not even a little bit. Before, she was moderately able to keep up. In fact, Lady Shiva was proud to say that the best at pleasuring Aaron.
"YES~! YES~! YESYESYESYES!" Lady Shiva's voice echoed through the house as he lifted her from the pillow again. He kept fucking her, kept slamming into pelvis into her ass as his cock stretched her out. "CUMMING! CUMMING! CUMMINGCUMMINGCUMMING—!"
But no matter how hard she tried, she would never be on his level. Never.
Humming in the kitchen was Poison Ivy, a hip on the counter and one arm under her bust. She snickered as she witnessed the great Lady Shiva break. Once a woman with dignity, she was now a slobbering mess that begged for Aaron's cock.
"COCK! KEEP GIVING ME YOUR COOOCK—MMMPH!"
Aaron shoved her face into the red pillow again. "You dumb whore, you're gonna make me late."
Without further ado, as Ivy sipped on her glass water, Aaron creampied her. Her cunt clamped down on him, making squleching noises as her walls attempted to keep him in. Mid-way through, Aaron pulled out and sprayed the other half of his load on her back. He jerked himself off, letting bits and pieces fly out. His balls aching, he got off the couch and shot out the last three strings of cum on Lady Shiva's face.
"Haa…." Aaron sighed in relief as his still erect cock sat on her face. Both cum and cock had ravaged her in every way. Her womb was full and her back was coloured in white strokes of goo. Then there was her face: sitting on its cheek, eyes rolled back, mouth drooling, and coated with thin lines of cum.
Lady Shiva had an indomitable will. She could fight for hours and meditate for days. She was able to control her nervous system and deaden physical pain and pleasure. She was a master of her emotions.
How funny that a mere cock could destroy all that.
That was to say—this was merely an ordinary day in Aaron Reigner's life. The nude Poison Ivy gave him a wave from the kitchen as he teleported away.
***
His apartment. His little bundle of joy. A place he retreated to after all the sex and battle. The evening arrived and darkness fell over the city. He came to the door seeing the light humming underneath. He smiled.
His knuckles gave a rapt knock.
He heard rapid footsteps. Somebody ran, unlocked the door, and tackled him into a hug. Black-hair underneath him, cheeks rubbing his chest, then looking up with thrill.
"Hey, Cass."
"Hello." Cassandra grinned. "You're back early!"
His hands on his waist, looking into her eyes, he remembered just how delightful his home life was. The excitement from the nude island seemed almost trivial in comparison. "Things came up, again," he said, smiling without meaning to. "I'm here though!"
"Hey, not fair! Wait for me!"
Pushing Cassandra aside was a tiny blonde. The eleven year old Chloe jumped and he scooped her in his arms
She hugged his head tight, then broke apart with a pout. "Where did you go, Dad? Everyone missed you!"
Aaron wore a measured smile. "Sorry, sorry. I'm here now."
"Cass is so bad at teaching math. I almost failed my quiz!"
"Ah, but did you?"
"...no."
A pout. Aaron laughed and poked her on the forehead. "Then it looks like you're a smart one. Smarter than Cass, at least."
Chloe stuck her tongue out. Cassandra stuck a tongue back. Laughing, he carried Chloe inside and into the living. The two continued to make faces.
In the living room, there were his crawling toddlers: Emma, Ethan, Olivia. Watching over them was a lovely spectacled redhead in a green turtleneck and a blonde in a purple hoodie: Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown. Soft giggles filled the air as Barbara orchestrated a playful scene with stuffed animals.
At the sight of him, his kids clapped their hands and crawled over to him in excitement.
"Hello, Aaron! Good to see you!" Stephanie wore a grin and yelped slightly as Olivia jumped from her arms.
"Hey, Stephanie. Hey, Barbara," Aaron greeted, putting Chloe down, smiling as he played with the little ones. "You're here."
"Where did you go? Cassandra was tight-lipped about it," Barbara said, a brow raised. "I'm not complaining since I get to babysit. I am still curious though."
"Haha." Ethan was particularly attached to him. Aaron laughed and said offhandedly, "Couldn't you just hack your way and know?"
"That's a breach of privacy, Aaron."
Aaron shrugged. "Meh."
Barbara put her hands on her sides. "It is."
"Meh," Cassandra agreed, head on his shoulder.
"Seriously, I only hack for good." Then Barbara muttered, "Unbelievable, you two…"
Without looking at her, playing with Ethan's hand, Aaron said, "We're good influences, aren't we, Cass?"
"Mhm!"
Again, without looking, the couple high-fived each other. Meanwhile, Barbara rolled her eyes and Chloe burst into laughter. The ambience was relaxed.
"Alright, does anybody want dinner?" Aaron asked.
All hands went up, even the toddlers, who did out of instinctual imitation. Aaron smiled, carefully gave Ethan to Cassandra, and got up.
"Seven for seven. Perfect. I'll make everyone's favourite," Aaron said, rolling his sleeves.
"I want ice cream too," Chloe said.
"We already got you ice cream," Stephanie said.
"But Moooom." Chloe activated her puppy-dogs eyes. "Pweeease!"
"Ugh, fine, fine!" Stephanie turned away, unable to handle her daughter. That was the weakness of a young parent—sometimes, they gave up too easily.
Aaron stepped in and said, "Only two scoops, Chloe."
"Two!? Only two!?" Chloe repeated, puppy-dog eyes on full blast. Nothing.
"Just two. We can't have you go and get a sugar rush."
"Actually, I watched a video on that recently," Barbara said. "Sugar rushes don't exist—"
"Okay, nerd," Stephanie interrupted. "I agree with Aaron. Two scoops only."
Chloe hung her head. "Okaaay."
Aaron glanced at Barbara, who sat with her legs loosely to her side. "Hm. Help up Aunt Barbara and I might give you an extra scoop."
Immediately, she became a little lightbulb and rose with newfound energy and enthusiasm. "Okay!"
"Oh, why, thank you, Chloe," Barbara said, giggling as the younger girl helped her to her wheelchair. It was closeby, so Chloe didn't need to kill herself trying.
Barbara looked better. She always looked better when she was with the kids. He was glad she now had something to focus on other than her relationships.
Coming to the kitchen and opening up the fridge, he saw options. He saw the future, calculating what he could make and what he could do.
'Should I just…heal her?'
He stood there, simply contemplating.
With his power he could do it. And he could do it in such a way that no one would notice. But would that be right? 'I mean, at that point, I could wipe out all disabilities. But…look at Barbara. She might sometimes be frustrated about it but now she's accepted it. So have many others, I imagine.'
Progress. What did it mean to have progress in the world? Did results matter more? Or just the simple motion of progress?
Aaron didn't have the answer to that question.
"By the way…" Stephanie entered the kitchen. She was the closest thing to an assistant he had and he turned to her with a degree of anticipation. "Emma, Ethan, and Olivia," Stephanie muttered. "Couldn't you guys have come up with better names?"
"Huh?" Aaron blinked. "They're fine names."
"Personally?" Stephanie shrugged. "Generic."
"You did not just call my kids generic."
"Their names are," Stephanie said. She nudged her head towards Barbara. "I bet she'd agree too."
"What? They're wonderful names," Aaron replied. "Barbara, would you come over?"
Ten seconds later, the redhead wheeled over, puzzled. "Uhh, is there a reason I'm here? Sorry, I can't really cook properly. Your counters are too high."
"No, no, nothing like that. We want you to settle a question: are the names I gave generic?"
"You gave them?" Barbara said, as if that answered everything. She exchanged looks with Stephanie, then answered honestly, "Okay, yeah, they are a little boring," Barbara admitted.
"What?" Aaron tried not to be offended but he was. "It's not like any of us have unique names," Aaron argued.
"I mean…" Stephanie stretched an arm in the air and said, "Cassandra is cool."
"Aaron isn't?" he shot back.
"I mean, the Reigner part is cool," Stephanie said. "Everything else? Eh."
"Everything else means the Aaron part. Wow. I see how it is, Steph."
Stephanie gave him a salute. "As your assistant in the kitchen, expect me to be brutally honest in all matters of life."
"Even my kids' names?"
"Even," Stephanie said. "Expect the same criticism for future kids."
Aaron sighed. 'Well, at least I have someone to keep me grounded?'
***
Aromatic scents wafted from the dishes arranged across the table—an array of delicacies comprising a flavorful vegetable risotto, grilled salmon with a tangy citrus glaze, and a colourful salad brimming with fresh greens and vibrant vegetables. Glasses of sparkling water and a selection of wines adorned the table.
There were baby stools for the three toddlers. Aaron and Cassandra tended to them, feeding them.
"So, Chloe, tell me about your day at school," Aaron prompted, eyes focused on Ethan. He was not very picky. Lucky, because Olivia was and Cassandra was having trouble with her.
Chloe took a thoughtful sip of water before sharing. "Well, we had a discussion about environmental sustainability today," she began, her eyes lighting up with passion. "I suggested starting a recycling initiative, and my classmates were really enthusiastic about it."
Barbara chimed in with a grin, "What, did all my speeches finally knock some sense in you?"
Ever the joking mother, Stephanie playfully added, "Watch out, Chloe's going to save the planet before she finishes middle school!"
Aaron laughed while Chloe smiled proudly and crossed her arms.
As dinner progressed, Aaron couldn't help but tease Barbara about her culinary skills. She was quite skilled in her own kitchen where everything was within reach. However, whether she was standing or sitting, she was very consistent in her meals. Too consistent.
"...like seriously, frozen pizzas for two weeks in the row? I thought maybe Tim's deductions were wrong but nope. I remember seeing the recycling bag and one box of frozen pizza at the bottom and the other at the top," Stephanie said, snickering.
"So the old lady has no skill," Chloe said jokingly.
Barbara retorted with mock indignation, "Hey, my microwave dinners are a delicacy in their own right!"
The evening unfolded with an abundance of warmth, good food, and affectionate jests, leaving the dining room filled not only with the aroma of the delicious meal but also with the shared bonds of friendship and family.
Then it happened. While Aaron was smiling, his phone buzzed. Not a big deal, it happened to Barbara too. He took out his phone, still smiling, then read his messages.
> Harley: Harley Quinn here! Just wanna say we miss your dick xoxoxo
> Harley: PLS COME BACK WE NEED DICK
> Harley: WE NEED COCK
> Harley: COCK
> Harley: PLSSSS
He blinked five times. He would sighed if not for the company around him. Cassandra was especially sharp.
Without thinking too much, he shut his phone off and put it back in his pocket.
"Who was that?" Cassandra asked, non-accusatory. She was simply curious.
"Eh, don't worry about it," Aaron replied. "Say, does anybody want that ice cream now?"
Chloe threw her hand up. "Me, me, me! I do!"
That was that. This evening would be the time to focus on his ordinary life.
A year. One year from now…
He closed his eyes, remembered what Elaine said, and drew in a breath. 'One at a time,' he told himself.
Tonight, he would be with his family and friends.
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