Fifteen minutes later, the door slowly opened and an embarrassed girl, wrapped in a single terrycloth towel, entered the room.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Now, it was around here somewhere..." Blushing desperately, the young heroine approached the closet and leaning over, giving me a perfect view of her smooth-shaven pussy, began to rummage through the bottom drawer, gradually putting things out of it.
Blue jeans, a warm reindeer sweater, a skein of soft ropes, a gag, a gray hoodie, a BDSM mask, a paddle, a mouth extender with gag, anal beads, a plug with a red fox tail, fox ears, a pair of T-shirts, a miniature vibrator with a remote control, clothespins, water-based lubricant, fur handcuffs, socks, and, as the cherry on the cake, a leather armbinder with a bunch of straps.
"You might want to help out a little," I said, recognizing the subtle hint and activating the privacy runes so we wouldn't be disturbed.
"I guess so," echoed the perverted girl, blushing adorably.
~Slap~
"Mm-hmm.
~Slap~
"Um..."
~Slap~
"Hmmm..."
"Reminds me of the first time we met," I said nostalgically, crumpling my mouth-watering buns with my red tail sticking out between them.
"Ooh."
Carrot-top was unable to answer properly, as the dildo gag was placed in her throat. She couldn't move her arms either, because of the armbinder tightly binding her limbs behind her back, and she couldn't see anything because of the leather mask on her face. All she could do was to lie on my lap and enjoy the service.
Putting aside the paddle, I played a little with the beauty's nipples, on which the clothespins were hanging, extracted the ponytail and pulled out the beads, starting to pour a lot of lube on them. Reinforcing Ivy had a slightly unexpected result, and now Mousey's ass was struggling to accept just three of my fingers. It was definitely worth working on, which I was glad to do, remembering how I'd done it with Harley.
When the last bead once again disappeared inside, the pervert moaned sweetly and arched her back from the onslaught of orgasm.
"Good girl," I gently ruffled her red hair, making her mumble something indignant.
After giving Mouse a little breather, I connected the vibrator to the caresses, gently touching erogenous zones with it and bringing the beauty to a new peak. After half an hour of games, the heroine's ass was relaxed enough, and now we could start the most interesting part.
I pulled the gag out of the girl's mouth, fearing that she would choke, and then I pressed her face against the sheet and put all my weight on her back to drive my prick deep into her developed anus.
A wave of sparks traveled through my nerves, and the girl beneath me cummed violently again. There was another benefit of Barbara's magical powers. The very first plus had manifested itself when we met in the café, allowing the redhead to dye her hair scarlet on her own.
"Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked hard, and you wouldn't be able to resist? - I whispered, sliding inside, feeling my dick squeeze like a tube of toothpaste with every word. - Back in the sewers, you wanted me to fuck you like a bitch right after Harley gave me a blowjob. Am I right?
"Nier. She squeaked when I hit a particularly sensitive spot."
"That's what I believed," I smirked, biting the seductive ear and reinserted my cock to the max, beginning to flood my insides with hot cum and playing with my firm, second-sized tits.
Despite the roughness, Babs began to thrust, moaning erotically and arching her back. That was just the beginning of the sex marathon.
Due to the increased stamina, we had fun for two hours until the redhead just passed out with an incredibly satisfied smile on her face during another orgasm. The most curious thing is that we only once changed the position so that I could fuck the cutie in the throat right through the dilator, but she even liked such roughness, after which I continued to fuck the pervert in the ass, making her cum, as if on a timer. As the saying goes, "There are devils in a quiet pool".
Heh-heh-heh, though should I complain?
I looked down at the fucked-up beauty, her asshole slowly leaking cum mixed with lubricant. I looked down at the soiled bed and was glad to have purification charms and water balloons made entirely of mana in my arsenal.
After cleaning up, I left on the table artifact insoles made of parademons' wings with a couple of spare diamonds, wrote detailed instructions and, leaving the girl to sleep it off, went home, not yet suspecting what awaited me there.
The morning news was happy with information about a magnetic storm due to a powerful solar flare, as well as another kidnapping in the slums in the north of the city. They even found a couple of eyewitnesses who unanimously claimed Bats did it. Fuck knows why he would kidnap people when he could just buy a hundred or two homeless people without attracting too much attention, but the rare witnesses described the kidnapper as a tall man in a dark cloak and flight gadgets.
"Mr. J! - A whirlwind of joy came over me at home in the form of a wonderful blonde.
It didn't take Harley long to figure out exactly what her boyfriend had been doing all night, and she managed to somehow determine it by smell, and then demanded details with eager eyes. And I had thoroughly cleaned myself and applied the cleansing spell. I should definitely investigate this phenomenon further, as it was not related to my normal sense of smell, but more like Leroy's ability.
In the course of the story, which looked like a porno-fanfic about Gloomy Mouse's handmaiden, we somehow unnoticeably found ourselves half-naked in bed, but so far we limited ourselves to innocent pranks, such as kissing and gentle embraces. I was about to move on to the most interesting part, to please my faithful companion, who had sorted all the trophies and taken Frankie from Alfred while her boss was having fun, when the languid atmosphere in the room changed subtly. The hairs on her head stirred, and her intuition screamed blithely.
"Oh, hey, Abby. Have you finished cleaning up the nuclear power plant yet? - The blond cutie asked the silently approaching Forest Guardian with her head raised, as if she didn't feel any danger.
Ignoring the blonde, the avatar walked around the couch, leaned over to my face, and inhaled deeply, smiling an incredibly satisfied yet creepy smile.
"I don't know what you've done to yourself again, but I just can't help myself," the green-skinned girl said in a languorous voice as her palm gripped my boner tightly right through my pants.
Two hours later, to an outside observer, the room looked like a hurricane. A broken sofa, a chair with a torn armrest and claw marks, a broken table, a cracked marble window sill, a bookcase with books spilling out of it, wooden parquet with green sprouts of mini-trees, and in the midst of all this chaos, two naked minds lying on a thick carpet, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.
"That was freaking awesome..." the girl said measuredly, breaking the cozy silence.
"Yeah... I don't even mind doing it again," I reply, feeling a slight pain in my groin area.
"Ugh, me too... Just let's not do it until a week from now."
After having wild sex with two overly horny avatars, I am heartily grateful to the System for allowing me to rock the first and second shells. Without that little detail, I would have really wiped my dick or died of exhaustion, despite the fact that Abby had shared her natural mana with me in the process. Though without the reserves of divine energy, I'm unlikely I'd be in that situation. A worried Swamp Girl smelling over five hundred units of ba-hion was scary... But, at the same time, damn satisfying.
I was craving a smoke. It was a bit strange, because neither in my previous life nor in this one had I ever been into that kind of thing.
"Mr. J, do you happen to have a cigarette? - As if she'd read my mind, the pretty girl lying on the side of me asked.
"Unfortunately, no..."
"Ugh, sad," she moved lazily and threw her leg over me and passed out dumbly, snoring sweetly.
Even though Harley had fallen asleep, her aura continued to envelope my body affectionately, causing a pinched feeling in my chest. Huh, I really hope it's love and not the first signs of angina.
I wanted to lie down with my faithful companion for a while, and it would be good to rest after a sleepless night and active physical exertion, but I forced myself to put the hall in order, to take the sleeping beauty to the bedroom, and then to meditate. In such a state I not only get rid of fatigue and recover faster, but also replenish mana. It's as if my whole body becomes one big pump that slowly but surely draws energy from the surrounding space. In addition, the state of meditation does not mean that my consciousness freezes, although it is also possible, if the situation requires it. Now, on the contrary, I was actively thinking and analyzing the available information, trying to understand what had happened.
Abby smelled the intensified scent of ba-hion, and she was a little freaked out. And if it hadn't been for my pumped-up carcass and the life energy I'd used to form the standard Amazon reinforcement frame, I had a very real chance of dying through Snu-Snu.
In just a couple of days, due to the incredibly close connection with Green, which had appeared during the landscaping of the Apocalypse outpost, the guardian of the Forest was able to instill in herself some of the Ivy's body functions, so this time it was not limited to a dozen professional blowjobs. I successfully explored the cramped green cave while my head was wedged between the avatar's big, firm tits, and then I was bounced on top of her, making my pelvic bones crack from the strain. I think, next time I should use a goat or a rack in the entertainment room, fixing the green beauty in one position. I was still glad for that, though, even though my groin was a little sore and I'd lost a hundred free points.
The thing was, Green's avatar was not only sucking divine energy out of me with her seductive holes, but she was also very generous with her natural mana. My source of magic was bursting with free power, and the cool thing was that natural mana was practically impersonal, so if it did any damage, it was immediately healed because of its excess. It was a bit of a shame that out of all the free energy pumped into me, I managed to absorb about three percent of it, while the rest just dissipated into space, slightly increasing the general background of magic in the mansion.
In short, having sex with an elemental that's one and a half times larger than you and clearly has the abilities of demons... There's definitely something to it, hahaha!
By the way, such a serious loss of ba-hion should have seriously affected my health, but I didn't feel any serious problems with either my physical or energy bodies. It probably had something to do with the fact that I was trying to give up no more than ten units of divine energy at a time, as well as an abundance of incoming natural mana that healed any damage. For a moment, I even managed to feel the ba-hion slowly flowing from somewhere in the solar plexus area, but I couldn't reach it on my own yet. Hmm... Would it be appropriate during a showdown with powerful supervillains to ask them to wait a bit while I have sex with Green's avatar to feel the ba-hion's vault and pump her weave?
It was December thirty-first, two thousand and ten. By five o'clock the sun was well past the horizon, plunging the streets into a cozy gloom. Well, at least in the poorer neighborhoods, because of the lack of proper lighting, that's what happens. Besides, the approaching holiday, even in the light of day, still made some criminals raise their heads and crawl out of their holes. They were probably hoping that Bats would be busy preparing for New Year's Eve like a normal person, but even Selina and Alfred were ignored by Gloomy Mouse on such days, so it was no surprise that he was back on patrol.
I decided to keep my eyes on the latex-clad superhero and hit the streets too. I'd have to replenish my supply of ba-hion and practice my spells on live targets, and give Bats a little help. He'll be free by twelve, and he'll be able to make Alfred and the little one happy with his presence at the dinner. Besides, I ain't in much of a hurry. Babs is celebrating with his father, who's managed to shift the commissioner's duties to his deputy for once, Zee's getting ready for the New Year's concert, Abby's back to cleaning up the city, and Ivy's not expecting our couple until eleven.
And here I am, according to the plan, calmly patrolling one of the areas where a man has recently gone missing again, even if it looks like an attempt to modify the deed along with the attention dispersion charms, as a green comet flew over my head, falling a couple of kilometers from my current location. Already ten minutes later, I arrived at the location to witness Green Lantern attacking Bats with some kind of confusion, creating various weapons with his ring, up to and including an animated snake. The reptilian attack was the most successful, binding the figure in the tattered cloak securely in huge rings.
I was about to cast some elaborate spell on the owner of the Will Ring when Mouse suddenly exhaled a huge fireball, revealing his true face. I was a bit wrong about the face, though, because instead it was a wolf's mouth with big fangs. And the creature was clearly taller than Gotham's defender, approaching three meters, which I hadn't noticed because of the speed of the fight.
"Shit!"
The lantern was startled and threw its foe right back at the neon-lit sign. The heavy carcass flew into the advertisement, and, in the best tradition of Michael Bay, there was a deafening explosion.
"Ra-a-a-a-ah!" the monster roared loudly, leaping out of the flames in an effort to reach his assailant. Its body was engulfed in flames, which quickly devoured the dark cloak, revealing that it had been hiding a high-tech, bronze-colored armor underneath it all along. Its separate parts were joined by the familiar black material with dark green tattered stripes, and on his forearms and thighs there were strong glass lenses hiding the red crystals that served as a source of energy.
While I was trying to figure out why the hell there was a creature in Gotham that was clearly using fake Mother Box technology, the alien had kicked the superhero in the face a couple times and was now pressing him into the roof of the building with his foot, expecting to break all his ribs.
***
Lately Batman's organism had been working to exhaustion. If earlier between the big messes passed from a month to three, now every seemingly even easy case turned into almost a world conspiracy, or threatened to destroy if not the planet, then at least the city. Mental techniques, of course, helped a little to get rid of the accumulated fatigue, and meditation, learned during the training in Nanda Parbat, also quite well restored strength, but they could not replace a full-fledged rest. Besides, Selina Kyle, who demanded attention, was not to be forgotten. Unexpectedly, but the former criminal managed to find a place in the heart of Bruce Wayne, and her character was not bad for the current superhero and the owner of a multinational corporation. A cat that walks on its own. Rare, but so desirable meetings perfectly helped them to release the accumulated stress, and elements of light BDSM made a pleasant variety in their intimate life. It was funny to see how independent Selina happily accepted the game, turning into an impudent pussycat, who should be punished. Though it didn't cancel Bruce's desire to punch the Joker in the face a couple more times, but he hadn't given a reason yet.
As Batman swam out of his own thoughts, he paid attention to the signal from the slums in the east of Gotham. The increasing attacks of unknown people using his image made him tense up, because at first glance they had no logic. It didn't look like the handwriting of any maniacs or any of his old enemies, despite the fact that many of them had recently left the hospitable walls of Arkham Asylum.
"Are you not expected today? - Alfred's voice came out of the speaker with a faint note of sadness.
"I'll try to be quicker," the man replied confidently, feeling that he was lying.