Armphid
Crowned Sun
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Lexi chuckled, "That's not the best, big guy. We'll get to it though, don't you worry."
She closed her eyes and moaned as his large, strong hands massages and fondled her pert butt cheeks. She loved having any part of her body touched and played with but in a massage, it was hard to beat having your ass worked on. It was surprising how much tension and stress could be carried there. "That's it," she cooed, "work that ass, Alex baby. Your hands feel great."
He moved to her thighs and she moaned again, unconsciously spreading her legs wider just a bit. God, those fingers were so close to her cunt. A naughty smile crossed her lips and she spread her legs a bit more. "Can you see my pretty little pussy? See how wet you've gotten it already? Can you smell how hot I am for you?"
Lexi then decided to up the ante a bit. "So, do you only do back massages or is this full body? Because I can think of a few places on my front where I'd love to have those hands."
Gotham City
"I can't believe this shit! Today of all God damn days," a police sergeant growled as he ran around the corner of a building with a group of other officers, just before a patrol car smashed into the sidewalk. "First aliens and now this asshole again!"
The asshole in question was a massive and lumbering figure, towering almost seven feet tall and as wide at the shoulders as an average man was tall. He was dressed in the ragged remains of a black suit and white button down shirt, both tattered and mouldering, stinking of decay. His flesh was chalk white and smeared with mud and filth, his white hair was matted to his head, and his dull yellow eyes were dim and seemingly as dirty as the rest of him. His body was wildly disproportionate; his torso, arms, legs, hands, and feet all far larger than they should be on a human body. He was stomping out of the 1st Central Gotham Bank with the entirely of the main vault held over his head in both hands, having kicked the patrol car out of the way.
The cops all gawked around the corner at the creature as he started to shamble up the street. One of the younger officers shook his head, "What do we do, Sergeant?"
"Nothing. We can't even put a dent in that ugly mug, and we ain't getting back-up." Most of the force, those who'd shown up for work today in the face of the alien invasion, were dealing with the aftermath of it. "Normally, a cape'd show up to deal with him by now."
"Somebody like Ba-hey!" The younger officer pointed, "Look, is that...is that Batman?"
One of the other officers whistled, "Damn! Don't look like a bat "man" to me!"
"Solomon Grundy!" The hulking thing carrying the vault stopped and looked up with confusion as Batgirl swung over him to land in the street about thirty feet ahead. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Grundy was bad news; he was incredibly strong, incredibly tough. Why was he here now? Couldn't he have waited a few weeks before crawling out of his swamp again? "Hold it, Grundy."
She had to stall and give her team time to move into position. Plus, she might actually be able to talk him down. Grundy's intelligence varied in his resurrections; usually he was dumb but sometimes he was normal intellect, once he'd even come back pretty sharp! "I understand this is your impulse but what are you even going to do with all that money? It's not like you have any place to put it or you could spend it anywhere."
Grundy blinked and looked up at the vault and then at her. "Grundy take money because...money good? Money get stuff! And respect! And girls have fun with guy with money!" He suddenly seemed to notice she was female and looked her over. "Hhhh. Batgirl pretty. Grundy have money. Money means girls and fun. Batgirl and Grundy have fun?"
Her jaw dropped and for a few moments she couldn't even react. Had he just...oh, God! That was just...she wanted to puke!
"Well, that'll be giving me nightmares for a while," came a wry comment. Artemis was leaning up against a lightpost closer to Grundy. "And Grundy, seriously? Girls like guys who don't smell like swamp water and look they crawled out of a gutter."
"Hh. Okay. Grundy use money to get shower and new clothes. Then Grundy, Batgirl, and Leather Girl have fun?"
Batgirl had recovered by this point. "Grundy, not that kind of fun. How about you put the vault down and go to Iron Heights? I'll come visit you and we can play checkers or something. What do you say?"
"...Grundy use money to get Batgirl for fun!" He lifted the vault higher as if he were about to throw it at her.
"tlauv reappa revo s'Ydnurg deah!"
The vault vanished in a puff of pinkish purple smoke only to reappear about fifteen feet above Grundy. He let out a surprised "Huh?" Then the vault smashed down on him.
Zatanna waved from a nearby rooftop, "I think he likes you, Batgirl!"
The redhead make a vomity face, "Why can't I ever meet a nice guy? Okay, troops, that won't hold him long! Get ready!"
Any time now, the little group's powerhouse should be arriving...she hoped.
She closed her eyes and moaned as his large, strong hands massages and fondled her pert butt cheeks. She loved having any part of her body touched and played with but in a massage, it was hard to beat having your ass worked on. It was surprising how much tension and stress could be carried there. "That's it," she cooed, "work that ass, Alex baby. Your hands feel great."
He moved to her thighs and she moaned again, unconsciously spreading her legs wider just a bit. God, those fingers were so close to her cunt. A naughty smile crossed her lips and she spread her legs a bit more. "Can you see my pretty little pussy? See how wet you've gotten it already? Can you smell how hot I am for you?"
Lexi then decided to up the ante a bit. "So, do you only do back massages or is this full body? Because I can think of a few places on my front where I'd love to have those hands."
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Gotham City
"I can't believe this shit! Today of all God damn days," a police sergeant growled as he ran around the corner of a building with a group of other officers, just before a patrol car smashed into the sidewalk. "First aliens and now this asshole again!"
The asshole in question was a massive and lumbering figure, towering almost seven feet tall and as wide at the shoulders as an average man was tall. He was dressed in the ragged remains of a black suit and white button down shirt, both tattered and mouldering, stinking of decay. His flesh was chalk white and smeared with mud and filth, his white hair was matted to his head, and his dull yellow eyes were dim and seemingly as dirty as the rest of him. His body was wildly disproportionate; his torso, arms, legs, hands, and feet all far larger than they should be on a human body. He was stomping out of the 1st Central Gotham Bank with the entirely of the main vault held over his head in both hands, having kicked the patrol car out of the way.
The cops all gawked around the corner at the creature as he started to shamble up the street. One of the younger officers shook his head, "What do we do, Sergeant?"
"Nothing. We can't even put a dent in that ugly mug, and we ain't getting back-up." Most of the force, those who'd shown up for work today in the face of the alien invasion, were dealing with the aftermath of it. "Normally, a cape'd show up to deal with him by now."
"Somebody like Ba-hey!" The younger officer pointed, "Look, is that...is that Batman?"
One of the other officers whistled, "Damn! Don't look like a bat "man" to me!"
"Solomon Grundy!" The hulking thing carrying the vault stopped and looked up with confusion as Batgirl swung over him to land in the street about thirty feet ahead. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Grundy was bad news; he was incredibly strong, incredibly tough. Why was he here now? Couldn't he have waited a few weeks before crawling out of his swamp again? "Hold it, Grundy."
She had to stall and give her team time to move into position. Plus, she might actually be able to talk him down. Grundy's intelligence varied in his resurrections; usually he was dumb but sometimes he was normal intellect, once he'd even come back pretty sharp! "I understand this is your impulse but what are you even going to do with all that money? It's not like you have any place to put it or you could spend it anywhere."
Grundy blinked and looked up at the vault and then at her. "Grundy take money because...money good? Money get stuff! And respect! And girls have fun with guy with money!" He suddenly seemed to notice she was female and looked her over. "Hhhh. Batgirl pretty. Grundy have money. Money means girls and fun. Batgirl and Grundy have fun?"
Her jaw dropped and for a few moments she couldn't even react. Had he just...oh, God! That was just...she wanted to puke!
"Well, that'll be giving me nightmares for a while," came a wry comment. Artemis was leaning up against a lightpost closer to Grundy. "And Grundy, seriously? Girls like guys who don't smell like swamp water and look they crawled out of a gutter."
"Hh. Okay. Grundy use money to get shower and new clothes. Then Grundy, Batgirl, and Leather Girl have fun?"
Batgirl had recovered by this point. "Grundy, not that kind of fun. How about you put the vault down and go to Iron Heights? I'll come visit you and we can play checkers or something. What do you say?"
"...Grundy use money to get Batgirl for fun!" He lifted the vault higher as if he were about to throw it at her.
"tlauv reappa revo s'Ydnurg deah!"
The vault vanished in a puff of pinkish purple smoke only to reappear about fifteen feet above Grundy. He let out a surprised "Huh?" Then the vault smashed down on him.
Zatanna waved from a nearby rooftop, "I think he likes you, Batgirl!"
The redhead make a vomity face, "Why can't I ever meet a nice guy? Okay, troops, that won't hold him long! Get ready!"
Any time now, the little group's powerhouse should be arriving...she hoped.