79: Gremlin Smut

— Sean —

"-There I was, on an Enthusiastic Nighttime Walk™, coming one way, with the Crimson Fucker going the other. 'Course, if I knew that back then, I would've turned around on a dime and turned in for the night…"

It was good to be back where we belonged. The vacations were fun, but the Dead End was where we always returned. Didi, Alice, and I settled back in, with no one the wiser to us having been gone for a few months on our time. To the Dead End's regulars, we were back in time to open for the night.

The Bat kids' return was less subtle. For most of Gotham, they ended one night's patrol normally… and then returned the next night with Aura and Semblances. Bats with superpowers. A truly terrifying concept for Gotham natives.

When Jason started shooting mooks and goons and rogues in the head outright and then standing them up, dazed but not dead, to put them in timeout cells… folks got the message. Somehow, the Red Hood didn't have to worry about killing anymore. He'd shoot you. You'd feel it. But you'd be up and walking to think about your mistakes by the next morning.

When Barbara started showing up with exactly what she needed, every time… folks got the message. She had methadone on hand for a gang of tweakers who tried to rob a pharmacy. She had a newborn kitten on hand for when Catwoman was lashing out because she'd tragically lost one of hers. She even had a refill of Riddler's anti-psychotic meds and an actual prescription for more on hand, right when he was about to unleash one of his riddles upon Gotham.

When Damian started cutting through brick and steel and concepts… folks got the message. And when Cass started sneaking up on even Batman… well, that wasn't so much a message as it was a blaring alarm of the chaos to come.

Now, a few days after our return, Cass's chaos hadn't fully hit Gotham. But news of her new potential had spread. So the usual suspects were on edge. Along with the BatFam… That meant more of our roguish regulars than usual were in attendance at the Dead End. Riddler, Penguin, Two-Face, Catwoman, Scarecrow, Bane, and Black Mask were all… well, they were hiding out here. There was no other way around it. Hiding from the empowered Bat kids, but Sneaky, Sneaky Cass most of all.

I didn't think that 'hiding out' would last for long. I could feel Cass lingering around the bar somewhere, like a tingle in my spine. I wouldn't blow her cover and ruin her fun, however.

My Dead End staff were all there, as well. Not hiding, just enjoying the tension in the air before Cass's storm. Didi, Alice, and I, of course. And Harley, Ivy, Hecate, Simmy, Ophis, and the boys — Croc and Grundy. Freeze and his wife were missing, but they tended to enjoy keeping to themselves these days.

From outside Gotham, Klarion and Savage were here. Just because they could be and didn't have anything better to do, I think. Colorful characters like them were always welcome at the Dead End, regardless. Then, the Teen Titans had been practically summoned by Damian for a 'Team Relaxation Night'. That meant Raven, Kori, Beast Boy, and Cyborg were here, too.

With a colorful cast, I thought it best to return to form in style. I'd mentioned the life I was speaking of before, but never got around to telling an actual story from it. So, for a Crimson Fucker, a Big Titty Police Girl, a Frenchie, a Butler, and Sir Integra Fucking Hellsing… I was now rectifying that little shame.

"What's all this then, My Greatest Friend and Rival? Someone who can make even you change your plans?" Savage wondered aloud. Marveled, really.

"Ah…" I paused. "Yeah, I suppose only a few of you were here for this the first time around. Riddler? Alice? Remember this one?"

"I remember vampires…" Alice said, furrowing her brow.

"I remember the Catholic Church trying to save everyone from themselves," Riddler deadpanned.

"I remember that 'Bitches love cannons'," Catwoman added with a smirk.

"Poignant wisdom," Raven said flatly.

"It's true. They do," Cyborg nodded and grinned, flexing an arm that shifted into a cybernetic cannon.

"Oh~! The bitches and the cannons~!" Kori chimed. "Yes, Tamaran knows this wisdom well~!"

Savage laughed a low rumble from his stomach, "Well, an interesting picture is certainly being painted here!"

"This was a life where things went bump in the night," I explained further. "But that shouldn't be much of a surprise to any of you, especially not the Gotham natives. Vampires, exorcists, and Nazis; you name it, and it likely lurked in the dark to prey on humanity."

"Ah, yes," Klarion nodded matter-of-factly. "Nazis, the darkest supernatural species."

"At least vampires and werewolves don't tend to discriminate," Penguin pointed out. "I'd take equal-opportunity predators to race supremacist ones who target my people first and foremost any day."

"Plus," Harley added. "Vampires and werewolves are actually fuckable. Nazis are, like, the exact opposite of sexy."

"Grasping morons who wouldn't stop trying to get their hands of Magic, as if it would somehow prove their hypocritical, nonsensical, inherently flawed ideology," Hecate huffed.

"Huh," Scarecrow blinked. "I didn't know the Nazi leadership's obsession with the occult was real or bad enough to draw the ire of a magical goddess."

"I remember… crushing Nazi… skulls," Grundy slowly mused. "There were… more in America… than you might… expect. That was a… good undeath…"

Ivy proudly patted him on the shoulder, "It's good to hear you had your head on straight even when you were mindless, big guy."

"So what was this life of yours about, Mr. Barkeep?" Beast Boy asked. "Vampires vs. Nazis?"

"You're closer than you might think," I chuckled. "That all came later down the line, though. For tonight's story, we're focused on the Hellsing organization and the vampire they kept on a rather ineffective leash: Alucard, the Crimson Fucker."

"A most charming and descriptive name~!" Kori exclaimed. "The Fucker of Crimson!"

"I'm not jealous…" Harley grumbled. "You're jealous…"

"Dracula, or some version of him, working for Hellsings…?" Klarion asked, his brows stretching to his forehead.

"Hellsing, now that's a name I haven't heard for a long time. I wonder if the order here still carries some of my blood…" Savage mused aloud.

I chuckled, "That world, that life, liked to teeter on the very edge of insanity, trending over that edge more often than not. With an outside perspective, yes, that relationship was a strange one. But Alucard was… decently faithful to the Hellsing of the time. Not controlled, by any means. But at least, he always came running back so Sir Integra Hellsing could clean up his many, many messes."

"I can already tell I don't envy the woman that job," Didi shook her head.

"Dealing with Alucard on a daily basis could make a saint out of anyone," I confirmed. "Especially his tendency for 'Enthusiastic Walks™' when he was bored. Which, for a centuries-old, impossibly-powerful vampire… was often."

Savage smiled, "I can understand the beast. I like a good, enthusiastic walk as well."

"I-…" I paused. "I was going to say your walks wouldn't compare to Alucard's, but knowing you, Savage, they likely do."

"Something must keep us immortals amused and busy, no?" Savage chuckled. "I'm sure you understand, Sean."

"I do," I nodded. "I understood Alucard, too. And that's the worst part."

"Who were you in that life, Dad?" Alice asked.

"An exorcist of the Church," I answered simply.

Everyone stopped and stared at me for a moment.

"That upstart little organization?" Savage blinked. "I'll admit, they've come far, but I'll always see them as that group of rebellious youths coming out of occupied Judea. I suppose the current organization bears little in common with Christ's original posse, however…"

"I have trouble picturing you with a priest's collar," Raven said bluntly.

"Or with a bible in hand," Ivy agreed just as bluntly.

"Inconceivable!" Harley gasped. "Not my Gothboy~!"

"Truly," Damian nodded stiffly. "An altogether terrifying concept."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," I rolled my eyes, waving nonchalantly. "I wasn't the most typical Church exorcist. But I have known the Big JHVH to exist, in multiple forms and versions. Really, I was more an Exorcist of the People than of the Church. It was just the best position I could find that allowed me a bit of support, even if I wasn't popular within the actual clergy."

"… Right," Klarion nodded, moving right along. "Uncanniness aside, how did an exorcist come to meet Alucard without you killing each other on sight?"

"That? That's the story I'm going to tell," I said, giving a faux-bow. "It began with a pair of mutually Enthusiastic Walks™ and ended with a booty summoning, a formal and legitimate written invitation from the Crown… to tag team the Queen of England."

Cyborg's expression of anticipation fell utterly blank, "… What?"

"Slay," Raven deadpanned.

"Slaaa~aaaa~aaayyyy~!" Harley sang in singsong agreement.

"That's… one way of manly bonding, I suppose," Klarion muttered.

"A Queen?!" Kori grinned. "Oh, what fortune~!"

"Always take the chance to lay with a queen!" Savage grinned and declared. "Royal coitus cannot be denied! Nay, it shouldn't! There is no pussy quite like royal pussy! The poise! The prestige! The pussy itself! Princesses may be hit or miss, but every queen I've had carnally has been a lover in a league of her own!"

"… Duly noted," Black Mask looked to be taking notes.

"Indeed~…" Catwoman purred.

"[Data…?]" Simmy requested with a ding.

Alice pulled a face of disgust, "Eww. On some many levels, eww."

Didi sighed, "I'm sure there's more to this story than that, Sean Dear. Please, elaborate and tell your full tale."

I laughed and let the mirror take the bar's focus, "Gladly. Let me set the scene…"

The moon hung high and whole in the sky, and the night was brighter for it. That park on the edges of London should've been sleepy, should've been quiet, and peaceful. Chaos, however, had other plans.

In the mirror, I walked alone with my thoughts. I'd spent most of my walk that night leaving little treats for the local children to find when they played come morning. A few stuffed animals with signs that said they were looking for lifelong friends. A pair of wooden swords. A pretty and blessed hairclip for protection against the things that go bump in the night. And about $5,000 spread around the park, just a bit of spending money for the kids.

With that business done, however, I was simply enjoying the peaceful night by myself. Until that is, my peace and loneliness were interrupted in a rather abrupt fashion.

From the trees beyond the main path, something burst into Mirror-me's way. That past version of me then bore witness to a… concerning, confusing scene. A bucking bull was being ridden by a man in a trench coat and cowboy hat, while a pair of dwarfs futilely tried to wrangle the bull by ropes attached to its horns. They were not doing so. The sheer difference in mass had them being flung around more often than not. And the Trench-Coat Cowboy just kept on riding the bucking bull.

"Woahoho, Buh-lessie~! We've got a stranger on our land!" The Trench-Coat Cowboy exclaimed, half to the bull and half to me.

I raised an eyebrow, "You named your bull 'Blessie'?"

"With a terrible Texan accent! Don't forget the terrible Texan accent!"

Outside the scene set in the mirror, Harley chimed, "Oh, I'm loving this Crimson Motherfucker already~!"

"A fittingly ironic name for a vampire's steed!" Savage declared.

"What's with the dwarfs?" Beast Boy asked.

"To this day, I have no idea," I answered, shaking my head in amusement. "But it was certainly the kind of introduction that sticks with you. And that was just the first mystery of the night. It got… worse from there."

"Of course, it did!" Penguin laughed. "A pair of bull-wrangling dwarf cowhands and a vampire cowboy sounds like light work by your standards, Mr. Barkeep!"

"Is the riding of horned bovines a common happening on Earth?" Kori asked, tilting her head slightly. "I thought it was the horses that got the riding done upon them."

When I went to answer her earnest question and confusion, I found myself distracted. Something… someone… unseen ran fingers across my shoulders. The invisible touch ran down my back to pinch my butt. I shot Didi a glance with a raised brow. Though she clearly saw my newfound predicament, she just waved dismissively, both giving me permission and leaving me at that unseen mercy.

For now, I decided to ignore the ghostly culprit, both to finish my story and to rile her up more without the reactions she so obviously desired. I could practically hear her pout. But I paid it no mind.

Klarion snorted to answer Kori's question, "Give a man a chance, and he'll try to ride almost any animal of suitable size put before him. Horses are the easiest, but far from the only ones."

"Indeed!" Savage grinned. "One of the most loyal steeds I've ever had was a great moa bird from New Zealand before my fellows from that little expedition hunted them to extinction! Twice as big as any modern osterich and by the Gods, how friendly that boy was! No landbound predators for it in New Zealand, you see? He didn't have a 'flighty' bone in his body! Ha!"

"Oo~ooo~ohh~!" Kori clapped excitedly. "They sound delicious and useful!"

"They were both, indeed, my young alien friend," Savage chuckled.

"The Polynesian Settling of the Pacific was a 'little expedition' to you?!" Riddler asked, his jaw dropping just a bit.

Savage just grinned even wider, "Oh, yes, good times! Sailing, pressing the frontier, and taking land for Humanity! We had the wind at our backs, the stars to guide us, and the unknown to explore!"

"Now, that is a story we'll have to hear sometime," I said.

"Then I shall delve into my journals of the time in preparation!" Savage gladly agreed.

"But for now…" Invisible hands groped my buns without getting a reaction from me. I continued my story of meeting Alucard. "Alucard and I introduced ourselves while his steed tried to buck him off and gore its diminutive handlers. I'd heard of him, of course. It was hard not to when the Church did its very best to — deservedly — demonize him. He hadn't heard of me. But then, I was just a guy trying to do well by the people I encountered and tweak the Church's nose from within."

"As you do," Damian nodded flatly.

"Quite," Raven deadpanned.

"Alucard didn't turn away my company for that Enthusiastic Walk™ of his," I explained. "We got to talking, and found each other agreeable, if mutually insane…"

"Why's a benevolent man like you in the Church?" Alucard asked.

"I like to piss off assholes who try to hurt and suppress people with the power they possess," Mirror-me answered.

"The Church has plenty of them, I'd imagine," Alucard snorted.

I nodded, "More than a few, yes. They don't take well to being shown the error of their ways. I like to use the bible as a guideline for the punishments I deal out."

"Oh, how… boo~oo~ring~!" Alucard scoffed melodically.

"Is it?" I raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever actually read the punishments in the bible? Two words: Old Testament."

Alucard guffawed, "Fair! Truly, the big D-O-G at his most based!"

I continued, "And not even mentioning all of the Old Testament stuff, just the shit Big J got up to in Jerusalem is already a good guideline.

"Telling lustful men to pluck out their eyes to avoid lust instead of punishing the women who'd done no wrong but exist 'lewdly'. Driving greedy merchants and moneylenders from a holy temple with a handmade whip and flipped tables. Every passive-aggressive teaching, born of the Roman occupation of Judea, from turning the other cheek, for Roman soldiers could only strike a civilian once by etiquette, to giving debtors even the shirt off your back so they made you guilty of public nudity in their greed. Those are the teachings of Christ I follow."

"Huh," Alucard blinked behind his shades. "Guess it has been a while since I read the second half of that big book of hypocrisy."

"Most of the hypocrisy comes from wholly fallible men after the fact," I said.

Alucard shrugged, "I'd still rather just kill people in entertaining ways and eat them down to their souls."

"They don't learn much from that, do they?" I asked flatly.

"Fuck learning, they're DEAD," Alucard laughed.

"If you prefer," Then, it was Mirror-me's turn to shrug. "I prefer to sneak into the homes of greedy priests and rob them blind of everything, nailed down or not, so they can get closer to Big J's actual teachings. 'It's easier for a camel to pass through a needle's eye than a rich man to enter Heaven,' after all. They suffer more, if not necessarily painfully. And it still gives them the chance to do better."

"Sure, however you have to lie to yourself. How's the profit?" Alucard smirked.

I shook my head, "No profit other than satisfaction and schadenfreude, I donate everything I may or may not steal to those who would need and appreciate it most."

"Ugh, just when I thought I might like you…" Alucard groaned in disgust. "Schadenfreude is a good touch, I guess…"

"Hmm," I hummed. "Would you like a 100-inch TV, by any chance?"

"Aha!" Alucard exclaimed with a grin. "And you've brought yourself right back around to being worth knowing, my new best friend!"

"I'm beginning to see how you might fit into the Church, Sean," Didi commented, audibly amused.

"By ignoring the whole actual organization, yes," I nodded. "I could've been brought before the Pope, and I would've asked him for only one thing… To do as Jesus did: flip the fucking table and drive greedy men from his house of worship."

Behind me, an invisible form molded itself to my back. I felt her shudder delightfully against me. She seemed to like that…

"Hardcore, man," Cyborg nodded in appreciation.

"Do as Jesus did, indeed," Penguin nodded. "He's always been one of our best, even if we don't see him as the messiah."

Savage laughed, "The Lamb of God lived a life of glorious mischief, or so I heard at the time, preoccupied as I was in Rome itself! Not the first rebel against mortal authority, but the greatest, perhaps! He knew his inevitable fate, of course, but he still made the most of the mortal life he was given..."

Hecate nodded, "Most don't think of it, but there was a certain inherent horror to his existence. He was born, already doomed. A bloody sacrifice for mankind's sins from his first breath. I remember finding the whole situation fascinating. It had the divine realm in something of a tizzy as it happened."

A wary and awed sort of silence fell for a moment. Everyone at the bar was eying those who were there. Even for the Dead End, it was… certainly a topic. One or two of the audience were brave enough to glance at Didi with all this talk of Death and Conception.

She just shook her head, "No comment. The Presence allowed me to observe, but not interfere. That's all I shall say."

Seeing the mood shift, I clapped and brought the bar's focus back to my story, "So Alucard and I walked and talked, getting to know each other. We came to a sort of understanding. 'Good' or 'Evil', chaos reacts to chaos. Eventually, our now-shared Enthusiastic Walk™ took us to a nunnery tucked away in that sleepy park at the edge of London. We found ways to entertain ourselves there."

Even walking up to the nunnery, it was very clearly awake past midnight. The sound of gunshots coming from within had gotten Mirror-me and Alucard's attention. A few sporadic retorts of some pistol or another. The much louder retorts of a double-barrel shotgun. Then, as they approached the nunnery's doors, a jarring and constant series of retorts signified automatic firepower at play.

"Oh, this should be fun~," Alucard grinned.

"Hmm, I'm still new to this neighborhood," Mirror-me hummed. "Is this a common occurrence here at night?"

"Of course, thanks to yours truly~," Alucard purred. "But it's always so nice to come across a good kerfuffle without my involvement to kick things off~… I should really thank them personally."

"After you," I waved.

Alucard grinned a vampire grin, full of teeth and malice, and drew a pair of pistols — one silver, one black — from beneath his trench coat, "You're too kind~…"

He stepped up to the front door, cowboy hat tilted just so to cast his face in shadow, and kicked it open in one smooth motion. It opened to a nondescript goon with a machete, 'watching' the door in name only. The goon jumped and gaped in shock, revealing a maw of teeth much like a vampire's but without the same level of malice and danger.

The ghoul goon didn't get a chance to react any further as Alucard's pistols barked and rounds of magnum caliber tore great holes in his body. He was shredded in an instant. Alucard's following call echoed through the nunnery.

"Daddy's home, fuckheels~!"

"I think that should be 'Father', in the Christian sense of the word, not 'Daddy'," Mirror-me quipped.

"Toupee," Alucard laughed. "But everyone in this shithole is going to be calling me Daddy in Hell!"

"Tou… Do you mean 'touché'?" I asked.

Alucard didn't even pause the conversation as he riddled another ghoul with bullets, "Same difference. I only give French words one attempt at pronunciation! That's already more than they deserve…"

"You know, it's odd to see Sean playing the straight man," Ivy considered.

"Simply precious," Didi swooned and sighed.

"Yeah, like you said, Mom: weird," Alice 'agreed', scrunching up her face in faux-disgust.

"I think this Alucard could make even Savage play the straight man," Penguin joked.

"Is that a challenge?! It sounds like a challenge! I'll have you know I'm the straightest of men!" Savage declared with a savage grin. "… Aside from my days in Greece… and Rome… But pesky toga-wearing femboys hardly count! I was always the dominant top!"

"It was the culture of the time," Riddler nodded. "An ancient 'no homo' so long as you weren't playing the feminine role."

"Thank you for the trivia," Raven deadpanned. "No one asked."

I gave a genuine chuckle at that. And as unseen fingers ventured around my waist to explore the bulge at my crotch, I continued to ignore them in favor of my story for the night.

"Alucard and I cleared out the nunnery quickly. The ghouls offered no real fight. I even got to stake a few through their hearts with the cross I carried around at the time. Soon enough, though, we discovered we were just the side act in the play…"

In the mirror, Alucard and Mirror-me came across a hallway full of dead ghouls. Ghouls that we hadn't had the chance to kill… A door on one side of the hallway burst open. A ghoul frantically scrambled backwards out of it, already terrified. Mere moments later, a nun in a nightgown leaped onto the ghoul like a ninja, kitchen knife in hand, and stabbed it in the neck so many times that the ghoul's head came right off.

"Welp," Alucard said. "I'm erect."

"Same," I nodded.

"Halfsies?" Alucard suggested. "You take the top, I'll take the bottom?"

"What if I want the bottom?"

"Dude. I am not sharing a virgin hole with you. We just met!"

"Well, she's my sister in faith. Perhaps we should just cut the heathen vampire out of the equation entirely."

"Don't ruin my ninja nun-ussy dreams!"

"Just watch me."

"Yeah, we weren't really needed in that nunnery. The sisters had it well in hand," I chuckled.

"And… the rest?" Hecate raised an eyebrow.

"What about the rest?" I asked innocently.

"C'mon, Gothboy~!" Harley grinned and goaded. "Did you get the ninja nun-ussy~? Did the Crimson Fucker~? These are things we need to know!"

"I may've successfully worked a bit of religious seduction on the triumphant sisters of that nunnery," I said stoically. "But Alucard got called away soon after. That booty summoning, remember? The Queen… 'had need'… of him. And though he extended the invitation to me, I had to decline. That time…"

"Everybody wins, why not?" Klarion smirked.

"Except for those of us who have to hear about our dad fucking a whole damn nunnery," Alice grumbled.

"Should you not be doing the celebration of his prowess?" Kori asked, innocently and curiously tilting her head.

"I'll never give him the satisfaction… Or Cass… She'd probably enjoy that way too much…" Alice scowled.

As she said that, invisible hands were doing their best to stroke me to full mast behind the cover of the bar. Silent giggles brushed up against the base of my neck. Poor, poor Alice, none the wiser… And Cass was reveling in it. I should probably pay attention to her before she sank too deep in that revelry.

"On that note, I'm afraid I'll have to make my excuses. I'd share more stories from my time with Alucard, more Enthusiastic Walks™, but something seems to have come up… and I don't think she has much patience remaining," I told the bar. "Didi, mind watching things here while I take care of that… something?"

"Yes, I'm sure we'll entertain ourselves without you just fine. Do take care of that something," Didi rolled her eyes indulgently.

Several people narrowed their eyes in suspicion at my excuse for leaving so suddenly. Harley with a knowing grin. Raven with an almost jealous smirk, barely a twitch of her lips. And Alice most of all…

"Hmmmm… Dad…?"

"Sorry, can't hear you, already almost out the door!" I called behind me, hurrying to get through the back of the bar and into the apartment we called home above.

"Good luck…!" Kori stage whispered, giggling.

"Dad!" Alice shouted.

"(^人<)～☆" That, of course, was when Cass reappeared to the world, just to tease her eternal rival, my daughter… 'Neh~! I win!'

"Noooooooooooo~…!" The shout that followed from Alice was long, pained, and dramatic, like she'd been beaten by her greatest enemy. Which… yeah, fair, Daughteru. I'd have to do something to make it up to her.

But first, I had a horny gremlin clinging to my back, who finally seemed to be making her great move. Her Cock's Gambit, if you would. It was effective, I'd give her that. Stealing a march under everyone's noses. And I was game, carrying her up to the apartment above and straight to the bed.

"I suppose you've earned this, Cass," I told her. "You've been surprisingly patient. Except for when you haven't… But no one's perfect."

"(￣□￣」)" Cass protested. 'I resent that. I'm perfectly patient. But I won't wait forever. After that whole vacation, my time has come. So~… Make with the turning me into a puddle, Daddy~!'

Cass had herself pressed all up against my back, clinging there like a piggy-back limpet. She ground her hips on the small of my back. I leaned my head to one side, half-looking back at her.

"Oh? And what if I just say no?"

"(」°ロ°)」" Cass panicked slightly at that. 'You can't! It's not fair! I've been good-ish! And I will have my satisfaction!"

"Yeah~?" I asked, not bothering to hide my amusement. "Then, make me give it to you. The final battle has only just begun, Cass~…"

With a flick of my shoulders and hips, I flipped Cass off my back. She caught herself like a cat in mid-air, easily landing on two feet. There, she silently glared at me and my challenge, even as she undressed in a hurry.

"(￢_￢;)" '…'

"(#￢_￢#)" A genuine blush grew on her face as she glared and de-costumed. 'J-Just gonna look~?'

I don't think it was meant to be a serious question. More of a goad, a tease, a taunt to push me into action. I just raised an imperious brow.

"Yes. Look, don't touch, right?"

"(〃＞＿＜;〃)" Cass whined. 'I'm not a stripper! I want you to touch…! I need you to touch, Daddy~… You've already got me on the edge… Don't just leave me here…'

I remained unmoved. Playing hard-to-get would pay dividends with Cass, I could already tell. I kind of wanted to push her into doing all the work, into eagerly submitting herself to me. A bit of preemptive payback for Alice, though my daughter likely wouldn't see it that way. That was fine. It wasn't like I was going to be regaling her with every detail of tonight. But at the very least, I'd be able to honestly say I made Cass earn every inch she stole.

"(*´0)ゞ" Cass mimed a yawn to help hide her sudden nerves. 'W-Whatever… You o-obviously enjoy what you're seeing. Right…? Y-You won't be able to resist for long!'

I kept my expression impassive and demanding. Letting the weight of the current situation weigh heavily on Cass's shoulders and nerves. She wanted the easy way out. For me to take control and rid her of worry and anxiety. But that just wasn't going to happen, even if I did, very much, enjoy everything she was revealing.

Cass practically peeled herself out of her costume. Skintight as it was, it didn't hide much from the get-go. But as it fell away, smooth skin, taut muscles, and an impressive collection of scars were bared to the air. Pale but not Deathly so, Cass had a healthy glow to her, aided by the blush that reached from beneath her mask down her neck and to the top of her chest.

Perky, handful-sized breasts came out first, standing high, tight, and proud on her chest without a hint of sagging, and shuddering with her every breath. As if begging for attention to be lavished upon them. Pale areola blended in with the rest of her skin at the edges. The rosy peaks that rose from them could've cut glass.

Further below, armored abs for show gave way to real muscle, her skintight costume peeling away from a tense abdomen. That six-pack would've stopped a knife. Through Cass's sheer nerves, her torso was left slightly glistening. A blind man could've traced her fitness well enough to draw it from memory.

Further below still, Cass shimmied out of her costume's bottom half. A trim waist, Healthy hips, and thickly muscled thighs worked their way out of their skintight prison. Her mound was shaved completely bare between her thighs. Already, I could see that tight little quim dripping, dripping, dripping…

'Tight' was the only word to describe Cass in the nude. Tight with tension, tight with muscles, and I'd bet, tight all the way to her core. Compared to me, she was tiny. Her head only came up to the top of my chest. But that small stature just made her impressive fitness stand out even more.

"(⇀‸↼‶)" She stared at me with a furrowed brow and challenge. '… Well?!'

I didn't say anything. Just crossed my arms and examined her with an exacting gaze. She said she was already on edge. I was going to keep her there for as long as I could. I made a little motion for her to give me a spin.

"(＞﹏＜)" Embarrassment quickly taking over her mask of bravado, she did.

When she turned around, I was immediately rendered thankful twofold. Once, for the view. And twice, for her missing my telling reaction to the view. That… fucking… ass… By Didi's Love and Mercy, it was glorious. Tight as the rest of her. Full and thick. Bouncing with every movement she made. I had to bite my fist as if biting into a peach (appropriate…) to keep up my impassive game.

As she turned back to me, I'd already regained my composure, simply nodding, "… Nice."

"(OｏO;)" Cass seemed both affronted and thrilled by the games I was playing. 'N-Nice?!'

I continued as if I didn't even notice her reaction, "Yes, very nice. I'm sure you can do good work with a body like that. Of course, your work ethic remains to be seen."

"(・`ω´・)" Cass channeled her affront and excitement into a blushing glare. 'I'll show you work ethic…!'

Naked as she was, I could see every muscle tense as Cass coiled for a pounce. I readied myself for the coming impact. Sure enough, she launched herself at me. A tight, nude, little sex gremlin was soon trying to wrestle me to the ground. I stayed upright.

Cass tried to push. She tried to pull. She tried a grappling hold, a judo throw, and even just clinging to my head with my face in her abs. I didn't flinch or move. Until I did.

Legs locked around my neck, she tried to control my head and bring me down. I reached up and pinched that gloriously tight ass. Cass jumped but didn't let go, unwilling to give up her advantage. I felt her abs tense against my face. My hands came up to cup her ass in full, then, and I bodily lifted her off my head.

Holding the little sex gremlin, quite literally, in the palms of my hands was an interesting feeling. Cass stared back at me with wide, surprised, and aroused eyes over her mask. Securing her against my chest with one hand, I reached up with the other to pull down that ever-present piece of cloth, Cass's last defense…

"Perfect~…" I murmured as her mask fell away and I saw Cass's whole face for the first time since meeting her. She had a cute and striking upturned nose. Her lips were poutiness incarnate.

"( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )" True to form, Cass gave a little pout, still wide-eyed and now vulnerable. '… Not fair.'

"No~?" I teased. "Shall I even the stakes, then?"

"(´ ∀ ` *)" Cass gave an eager, closed-eye smile at that idea, and I felt her lower lips drool that same eagerness onto my supporting arm. 'Yeeessssssss~…'

My clothes disappeared in a snapping flex of will. Cass felt bare skin against her own, and blinked. Slowly, comically, she bent herself half backward to check below. It didn't touch her, held as she was against my chest, but my cock was still standing straight and solid, with a slight curve upward against the weight.

"(O.O)" Cass turned back to me with eyes wider than ever. 'O-Oh.'

"Oh~?" I smirked. "I at least found the words for 'nice' and 'perfect'. Funny, that~…"

"(o_O)!" Cass seemed to take offense at that, hurrying to correct her lack of praise. 'Magnificent! Rapturous! That's a god worth worshipping! If you kill me with that thing, I'll meet Didi in smug satisfaction! S-So don't hesitate! Spear me deep, stretch me wide, until my mind breaks~!'

"Hmm~…" I hummed as I began to maneuver us to the bed. I lay back, lifted Cass, and settled her lower. She found herself straddling my hips and staring down at the cock standing before her. Casting a shadow on her lower abdomen, it almost reached her navel. Shaky hands reached for it, and I put the final nail in her coffin.

"No, you."

"(＠_＠)" Cass stared, practically with swirls in her eyes. 'Oh… O-Okay… I, uh-… I can do this. Just like riding a Batcycle… o-or something…'

I lay back and simply watched as Cass got everything in position to mount me for herself. Her abs were just about quivering in anticipation. Her liquid arousal was already tracing tracks down my shaft. Kneeling high above my crotch, Cass fed my cock behind and beneath her. The head slotted between lusty lower lips. Slowly, anxiously, Cass descended herself onto nirvana.

Cass's tightness quickly overtook me. It felt like every muscle in her body was gripping my cock. So, so tight… Making any progress into her pussy was a rewarding struggle. Cass had to push herself down my length, her mouth making a perfect little 'o' as she did.

"w(°ｏ°)w" 'Wo~o~ow~…'

She steadied herself with her hands on my chest. I could feel her core flexing around me. And still, I sat back and let her conquer herself. Cass already had, in many ways. This was just the final step…

A tense. A ripple. Her whole pussy tightened in a wave from the base of my cock to the tip. Cass bit her lip and threw her head back. Wordlessly, silently, like everything else she did. She gave a little wiggle, seated on my cock. The shudder that followed ran through the rest of her body.

"Well?" I asked, raising an imperious eyebrow. "Is that all you can do by yourself? Just going to sit there now, until you cum all on your own?"

"( ` ω ´ )" Cass glared down at me. 'J-Just watch, Daddy! This bomb-ass pussy ain't no lightweight!'

… Immediately, she proved her own claim false. She raised herself back up my length, and almost failed to do so, almost fell apart. She drove herself back down to the base… and came then and there. I actually grunted as her tightness ramped up so suddenly. But that was nothing compared to Cass's 'exclamation'.

"(°ロ°)" 'FUCK~! Oh, Didi, how does anyone do this?! It's too much~! I can't stop the tingles~! Mind~! Already~!! Breaking~!!!'

"Most of the others aren't as tight as you," I said. "Not even Harley."

"(˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)" Cass tried for a smug face, but I could feel her quim quivering so desperately around me to ruin her better-than-thou mask. 'H-H-Heh~… S-Sounds like I… win~…'

"Are you sure about that?" I teased. "All it takes is a little~… and you fall apart."

I bucked my hips with my words, grinding my cock against the upper walls of her cunt. Cass went utterly stiff for a moment, as if shocked by lightning. Then, she all but collapsed forward onto my chest.

"(＃＞＜)" Cass 'moaned' into my chest. 'Noooouuu~… Not fair~… Y-You have to be cheating somehow!'

"Having a big cock and knowing how to use it is only cheating to a virgin lightweight like you," I retorted.

"(＞﹏＜)" 'I'll show you!'

Still lying with her head against my chest, Cass began to shift and move her hips. Pouty lips nipped all over my torso, and that gripping cunny slowly began to rise and fall on the first few inches of my shaft. When she didn't immediately fall apart at the seams, Cass quickly became arrogant. I quickly put a stop to that, grabbing her hips and pulling her all the way back down so she couldn't move anymore.

"(°ロ°)!" Cass practically shouted her moan. 'A-A-Ahh~! Three~!'

"Three?" I asked.

"(*ᵔωᵔ)" '… The first was when you took off my mask.'

"… Adorable," I'll admit, that broke my teasing restraint. I took control, just to see how many more climaxes I could get from Cass's so eager, so tight, so little body.

I lifted her up and down my cock, only a bit at first, and then, with fuller and fuller strokes. Soon enough, I was lifting her almost completely off my cock, just to pull her back down until her skin met mine. Her inner walls came alive, and her 'poor' pussy didn't know any rest past that point.

"(!°ｏ°!)" Cass turned her face up from my chest to look at me, her expression seemingly frozen in a constant 'O' face. 'Four~!'

"(!°ｏ°!)" Like a stone cast in a still pond, Cass's whole being was rippling. 'Five~!'

"(!°ｏ°!)" Cass didn't seem to be a squirter, but it would've been easy to make that mistake with just how wet she was, creaming all up and down my shaft. 'Six~!'

"(!°ｏ°!)" She clung to me with all her might. I just overpowered her grip to fuck her harder and faster. 'S-S-Seve~eeennn~!'

On one downward thrust, my self-control slipped against her tightness. I burst, suddenly, but thankfully not as prematurely as Cass continued to do. Warmth flooded her, and a groan ripped its way from my lips.

"( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )" Cass, of course, took that as something to be smug about. 'Heh. Guess I'm just that good~!'

"You're not," I grunted. "But you will be after I'm done with you tonight. I'm going to make you into the little sex gremlin you seem to think you are."

Cass only had a moment to grow worried. Because, even with my orgasm, I barely paused. An instant later, I was fucking into her even harder than before, steadily driving sanity from her blissed-out mind. Her expression turned back into that stuck 'O' face in an instant.

"(!°ｏ°!)" 'Eeeeeight~! Niiinnnneee~! Teeeeennn~! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK~! Mercy? Uncle?! Daddy~!'

Two shifts in position, three more climaxes from me, and 20 more from Cass later, Cass couldn't move any of her impressive muscles. She was, as requested, a puddle. A cream-stuffed puddle (the metaphor half-falling apart) with an ahegao expression on her face.

"✧ ° (◷⁄ ⁄ꇴ⁄ ⁄◴ ) ˖° ♡"

Standing over her and slapping my messy cock down on her ahegao tongue, I tutted, "Look what you've gone and done to yourself. Was it everything you expected?"

"( ,,⩌⤙⩌,,)" Cass mustered herself, ignoring our combined taste and my cock on her tongue for just long enough to give a brief response. 'Yep. Doesn't matter, had sex. Worth.'

Then, she practically attacked the prize dangled in front of her, licking and lapping up every inch of my cock. She tried to swallow me with all of her enthusiasm and inexperience, not deterred at all by the inevitable and predictable choking that followed.

Insatiable little beast. Even after everything she'd had already, the sex gremlin wanted more. I'd likely have to spend the rest of the night tiring her out…

Oh, what a tragedy. Truly, a terrible way to spend the night. But alas, sex gremlin duty called. I'd just have to learn to manage the monster I was creating.

[AN: Just my obligatory and occasional Pat reon (pat reon.com/dryskies_btb) plug. Don't mind me (unless you really wanna) :]