And this is my first step into western comics. I'm not in the loop with those at all, so don't expect references to any events.

But first: Reviews!

darkboy18: Bro, pal, amigo, comrade tomodachi, my platonic homie-sexual... you bet your sweet left cheek I am! And you didn't have to wait!

rubycore98: And that won't be the last you hear of old DOA. And Queens Blade! Very good choice! The whole franhise is on the list, but it's always fun to have particulars requested. You get the same warning as the rest: I have a pile no matter how much I actually get done, and I can only fulfill requests so soon. I'm also acutely repugnant of people who repeatedly bug me over their requests.

So don't get cute.

Guest: Those two, and a couple of the other members of the Babe Academia. Rawr.

Warning: Sexual frustration, Femdom

This will be my first time writing femdom. I've read a bit, so I hope I'm not overdoing it or I'm doing it enough.

This was such Bullshit!

Sitting over the edge of a skyscraper in Metropolis, staring down at the ever-busy streets loaded with cars and people alike, and scowling so intensely she looked ready to vaporize someone, Kara Zor-L, alias Power Girl, didn't even feel bad about how, at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to just smash a bunch of shit.

Well, that wasn't true. What she wanted more, was someone who would smash her. Corny joke, maybe not even funny, but she didn't give a fuck.

And a fuck was what she needed, but that was impossible. She'd been unable to find anyone to have sex with, and she'd looked. Being a Kryptonian who could fly around the world at a speed that put light to shame had given her plenty of leeway in travelling the globe for a hookup. But she'd found nothing!

The problem had nothing to do with being hot enough to grab attention; if anything, that was the easy part. She had a rack so unspeakably massive, you could have seen it if she was facing away from you, all packed into a white leotard with a nice little window that showed that bottomless cleavage. In the event that she did turn away, you'd see she had a nice fat ass to match, in the shape of two perfect circles of doughy flesh that wobbled with every shake. And she was nice and fit too, with firm, thick legs and powerful arms, and a set of abs that had males of the species fidgeting in jealousy. Even the short cut of her blonde hair was a turn on with the rest of her. She was consciously a ten!

The real problem was something that might have been a problem for Kyrptonians in general; she kind of had enough power in her pinkie finger to scatter the building she was sitting on to the four winds. Pretty much everyone she'd tried blew it just from trying to fuck her, when she didn't have to worry about snapping them off by mistake! She'd thought about trying with one of her fellow meta-humans in the Justice League, but they were either in relationships too, or total chickenshits even she wasn't desperate enough to screw! At this rate she was considering forcing one of them into cheating or even going and breaking out a super-criminal just for a fuck!

The sounds of gunshots several blocks off snapped her out of her thoughts, but didn't get rid of them. She wanted to scream in frustration. Didn't these idiots have anything better to do than get caught by super-humans? Because there was no way that wasn't going to happen. It always happened. Yet the rime never actually stopped. It was just committed by new thugs, but mostly old ones, who tried slightly different shit expecting it to go right for them. But it was mostly the same. Wasn't that attributed as the definition of insanity?

Sighing at the digress, she allowed her superhuman hearing to zero in on the sound of a bunch of fourth-rate crooks declaring a robbery. Even without using her superhuman vision, she could practically see everyone ducking and panicking as the robbers waved loaded guns all over the place to intimidate.

She stood up and straightened out her cape behind her. She was honestly grateful these thugs never seemed to learn about what happened to criminals in this and every other city. Maybe she could tide her rage with a few shattered ribs.

Ichigo almost snorted as the robbers threatened to shoot him if he didn't move into the group with the other hostages. He decided to humor him and go over to them, even crouching with his hands behind his head. Wasn't that nice of him?

Going to the bank to open up an account in Metropolis should have gone smoothly. He was in America, far off from the calamities of the spiritual realms, and that should have meant he'd be out of trouble. The biggest burden he had was contacting his dearest little sisters daily, and telling them everything that's happened weekly. Now it was clear that trouble was wherever he went, whether he was directly involved or not. That should have annoyed him, but he found himself amused.

After the Blood War, Ichigo hadn't stopped training this time. He didn't even do things after school, so he could spend more time expanding on the limits of his newfound heritage. When he was done, he wanted to be ready to face any threat and end it there!

One of his favorite parts was that Quincies didn't need to leave their bodies to use their powers. He could basically fight real threats whenever he needed to. And these guys weren't even that.

Idly, he ensured that they were all in sight. Let's see, the leader was still intimidating the crowd right now with one other schmuck, one guy looked ready to shoot the employees, two were about to head back to the vault with the manager so he had to act fast, and two were trying to remain behind cover while they took a peak in case the authorities tried to screw things up, like these dime a dozen ski-masked clowns weren't doing that just fine. He'd heard a bit about America ever since coming here, how Metropolis in particular was a ground for superheroes in costumes who easily caught criminals like this. They flew, changed shape, moved too fast for ordinary people to perceive, and could punch through buildings. That sounded reliable, but Ichigo was never a fan of just leaving things to others.

Moving just fast enough that no one else could actually see what would happen, he applied some of his hakuda moves and sent the thugs sprawling to the floor, all just fast enough to get back to where he was standing, maybe get everyone to think he was the first to stand up once they got out of shock and notice.

Power Girl moved in on the scene just in time to see something not a lot of other people could perceive. Some Japanese guy stood up from where the hostages had been gathered, and then, so fast the robbers never saw it coming, knocked them all out from well-thrown strikes out of a martial art she didn't recognize. When the last one went down, the rest were naturally looking around for the costumed ass-kicker that had saved them this time around.

Power Girl may have looked like just a wet dream in a cape, and been in a foul mood, but she was, among many things, a smart woman. She could process information a thousand times faster than any human, so when she had the bright idea to announce herself and fake it as her idea, she didn't need to pause, or even wait a full second after the punks could hit the ground.

To the end of being very very smart, it was very clear to her that this guy was a meta human of some kind, handsome one at that. It also helped her get through the rage she felt at being denied for stress relief, in exchange for this strange new specimen who she immediately used x-ray vision on to size up.

Ooh, very nice. A richly defined face under an exotic orange, untamed hair. Long, powerful arms with big, strong-looking hands, Perfectly sculpted shoulders, connected rippling pectorals over abs for days that formed a lovely v-shaped as they connected to his hips...

Her aforementioned super-brain helped that being surprised had little effect on her, since she could get over it way quicker. So it said much that, when she got an eyeful of his package, her light-year-a-second brain couldn't help her expression do anything more than gape at what she saw. He was completely flaccid, and his was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. He was absurdly well-endowed. Bigger than any humanoid being should have had any business being. Getting hard in his case didn't make it any bigger, did it? I shouldn't!

As soon as her brain caught up with the rest of her, she allowed herself to grin. Her tongue ran over her plump, kissable lips as she got an idea. Some people wold call the very quick action she took an impulse, but those people didn't understand how quickly her people really thought.

Naturally, one of the civilians contacted the authorities, and the soul reaper himself tried very casually to walk out and hope that she didn't notice, but she lightly stopped him by patting in front of one of his broad shoulders just as he made to move past her.

It wasn't lost on him that she probably had seen some of what he'd done, or less likely, she was suspicious of some connection with the robbers. He looked the woman over, and did not get lost in her buxom figure, or the way she smiled at him, either like she'd caught her favorite sport or like Yoruichi did before the first time they...

Whatever she actually wanted, he just didn't want any trouble, like the kind that would naturally come from so much as knowing this woman's name.

He bolted.

Through, across, and over the streets of Metropolis, he made absolutely certain not to look back or go in a straight line. Eventually he allowed himself to shoot shtraight to the top of a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. How convenient that every city had some abandoned properties on its edge like that. You know the one.

He looked back to the city, letting out a breath he'd been holding, almost certain he'd lost her.

"What's the rush, sexy?"

He jumped to face the dreaded sultry voice, and found himself face to grinning, flawless face with the busty crime-fighter with her hands on those gorgeous hips he was not distracted by. The Kryptonian took advantage of his stumbling and confusion to pounce on him in the most literal sense, chest to bust ash she knocked him over and the two of them hit the ground, where she straddled him very pleasantly. She pinned him, gripping his arms low at his sides with strength that he realized he was not in good leverage to counter.

He could only stare up at her in terror as he had every idea what she wanted with him, and each was worse than the last, especially with that catty smile.

"Hi." She said, staring him dead on. "My name is Karen Starr. But you can call me Power Girl, stud."

Power Girl. Not exactly creative, but she was definitely one of those superheroes. One of the sexy ones. One of the really sexy ones, that was causing his primal organ to perk up regardless of his paranoia.

"I-Ichigo Kurosaki." He greeted. He was used to people both toying with him and going for the kill. This girl was no enemy, but she wasn't making herself out as much of a friend, either.

"Funny." Kara-L responded. "I don't recall a gorgeous face such as yours in our city. You new here?" He nodded his head, not trusting his voice to say something stupid. "Well that explains it. Here's the deal, handsome." She immediately lost her grin and regained that scowl that nearly melted the city. "I'm having a very. Bad. Month. Somehow a woman as hot as I am can't find a single right guy to fuck her, and those goons were going to tide my stress a little." He did not want any confirmation on what regard they'd relieve her in whatsoever. But he could very clearly see where this was going. "But you," Her glare sharpened, and Ichigo was considering that there really was nothing worse than a woman scorned, "had to get all cute and grab my attention instead. But I'm honestly glad you grabbed it." Oh yeah, this was happening. Why the hell was he trying to run from it, to avoid public sex? She certainly seemed ready for it. "So I'll cut to the chase: are you gonna take their place, or do you wanna see if you can handle the ride of a fucking lifetime?

He didn't have to think. He couldn't anyway. "Power girl, fuck my brains out."

Her grin was hungry, and he didn't know how much of him would be left, but he honestly didn't care. "Good boy." She very blatantly planted herself down over his crotch, feeling the young man's loins already begin to stir. It was easier since he was already so unreasonably massive.

She shimmied her shoulders, shaking her monumental tits with enough force to knock Doomsday on his ass. She smirked as she felt his eyes helplessly locked on her jiggling rack. No creature was resistant to her tits. And it just so happened for her new tryout stud that she was in the mood to use them.

She picked her hips up and dropped them down again, grinding straight on his cock. She knew very well it didn't help him when she swayed them sided to side, wedging his crotch in between her thick ass cheeks. She looked him up and down before locking her gaze on his hard cock, seeing it form an absurd bulge in his pants. She arched her back, letting her tits heave again knowing his eyes were still following them.

Then she leaned over him, and he almost flinched, but didn't turn away. His eyes bulged out of their sockets went he felt him kiss her. He let himself savor the tastes as he graciously opened his mouth for her prodding tongue. He knew very well what to do here, contrary to belief. This wasn't his first rodeo, between a few trysts with Yoruichi, Orihime, and even Nelliel, he'd learned the signs. But this woman, Power Girl was being particularly very aggressive, like "not-in-a-while-have-I-gotten-any," aggressive. Even if he didn't want it, it would have been better to just let her have this. Maybe her title was fitting. She was the stressed one, he didn't mind handing over control, he mused as she mashed her lips against his and tightened his prick between her perfect cheeks. Even if her did, she wouldn't let him.

After that, Power girl pulled away, a bridge of saliva drooping away from between them. She ground into him, and almost angry, lustful look donned her flawless face as she stared down at him through her short blonde bangs. "Don't get any ideas, you got it? It's your fault for being so scrumptious." With that, she enjoyed the feeling of a diamond-hard cock against her ass, going as far as to push her hips backward and force the cloth as far between her cheeks as she could. She felt him groan in frustration, and she liked it! His strong hands dug into the concrete roof, slowly forming cracks that would have lesser beings worried about falling to death or serious hurting, but Kara was please! All this grinding and he was just getting warmed up! Not just fast on his feet, strong too, fitting for those bulging muscles she'd get to run her hands over, but for now she'd focus on his dick game. Maybe she'd learn more about him than his name and perfect body.

She instinctively tightened her ass cheeks over it again to get a better grip on its size. She almost didn't believe it. It had already defied anatomy, now she couldn't help but wonder if it would fit inside her. "I can't believe your this huge..." She muttered, grinding against his monstrous bulge. "I wonder if you've ever had a girlfriend to tell you how amazing it is." She reached behind her and felt a large, pulsing orb that she immediately knew was one of his nuts and gave it a nice squeeze that got his eyes rolling back. Something she learned, he had very lovely brown eyes.

Not a girlfriend, the man himself mused, in the gaps where he could still think. And not all of them told him. Yoruichi told him he was pretty good, but he knew she had enjoyed every second of it. This woman was far more assertive than when Nelliel praised him, and she never got tired of telling him how he'd worn her out. With this woman, it was like she was demanding him to recognize the gifted nature of his cock so she could take credit for taking it as far as it could go. "You like this, don't you?" He nodded his head, as much as he could when it was thrown back in bliss. Her response was to stand up and step away, even as arousal coated her right thigh. "Well I'm bored. Get those pants off, and let's get to the good part already."

He quickly did has he was told, slipping his jeans down all the way to his feet and let his long girth spring up while he kicked the cloth the rest of the way off.

She gasped as his pillar wobbled like it was threatening to fall over under its own weight. "Fuck, your huge!" She didn't waste any more time; she picked up her heaving knockers, and wrapped them around his big, thick cock. Ichigo gasped as the chesty Kryptonian rested her breasts atop his great big nuts, which were so swollen you think they'd explode. The shinigami certainly felt like they would. Did she know how much he loved titfucks? It seemed like the justification of how the big, fat cocks were deserving of the big, fat tits they sought out above all other features. Nestling a thick, springy pillow in soft, malleable flesh was just right.

"Fuck! It's so hot!" Power girl could smash a skyscraper with her tits! How was this kid handling a proper fucking from them?! Not that she was complaining, he was clearly at least as powerful as she thought he might be. "Oh ,and about you having a girlfriend to tell you how great your cock is? That's my job now. I don't wanna hear any objections from you, understand?" She said it, but it wasn't as demanding when a: her cheeks were flushed, and b: when she was staring at the more-than-half-portion that rose far above her tits. She stared at it with pure want, swathing as much of it as she possibly could in a great rise and fall of fat tit flesh.

She gave him that scathing look again, like she was pissed she didn't know he existed before today, but she didn't slow down the titty-fuck. "I swear, if you limp before I an even stuff myself with it, I will work you until you don't have the oxygen to kiss if that's what it take to get you hard! You don't get to go down until I get a nice, hot cream-pie!" She switched to holding her tits with her arms and pressed them around his prick harder as if to emphasize her point.

Ichigo sat up on his forearms to look at her more directly, even over his own dick and tits so big she could have missed her feet. "D-don't worry, Power Girl! I'll have something left over if you only do this once! Your tits are so fantastic, I might blow more than once!" Hopefully she's take it as a complement, and not a boast about the fact that a single orgasm was never enough to bring him down.

"Is that so!" Apparently she took this as a challenge, letting her hand come up to squeeze his balls, getting a pained-pleasure groan out of him. "You better not be fucking lying, you hear me? And recovering from being a quick-shot isn't going to save you either!" He believed that much, seeing as this woman had made it clear after a sex session that wasn't even halfway done that she had a very potent temper.

Not that she needed to worry about it. Any guy that could handle being nestled between her breasts shouldn't have been able to last as long as he had. She licked the side of it, but didn't do anything else, as if to tease it. Her hands returned to his nuts, though they were a little more gentle, rubbing the sack so as to coax it into letting out his warm, salty goop all over. An endeavor in which it succeeded in as she felt his cock pulse harder in her grasp.

This was honestly her favorite kink. She didn't know why women whined about guys who liked this stuff when they were capable of drawing men in packing less. Any man she could get in between her shelf of knockers either snapped like a twig under the raw Kryptonian might, or they practically popped as soon as they went in! This was her first good and proper titfuck, and she was glad to make it count with the biggest cock she had ever seen! Not soon enough did she feel the oncoming throb of his orgasm, and in response she pulled back and she tore her costume off altogether, revealing her gorgeous hips, and her tight coil of muscle underneath her immaculate rack. The sight was perfect for Ichigo to blow his load all over, his wobbling prick almost shooting straight up and onto her face and chest. Ichigo himself dug his fingers into the rooftop and left several deep cracks

The sexy alien took not as his pillar trembled, but did not waver, even as she took the time to spin around the cum flew off her. When she stopped, her breasts still swung with enough force to keep Ichigo's attention. "Good, you didn't flag. Better keep it that way until I'm done." She switched herself around, swinging her legs over his dick in a reverse-cowgirl position, so that her warm cunt rested over his engorged testicles, his chest against her back. She couldn't help but be amused by the positioning. "Heh. From this angle it almost looks like I'm sporting this cock myself, if it wasn't so tan." With that, she rose up and plunged herself on his cock!

"OH FUCK!" She threw her head back and screamed out to the heavens as she felt this unwieldy organ immediately stretch her pussy out and strike straight at her g-spot. She almost took several minutes to actually adjust to him inside her before she began to heave herself up and down on his beast. "So! Full!" In the slowly shrinking back of her mind, she registered that this meant he could handle being inside her too, since his cock wasn't snapping like a twig.

"Your big, fat, juicy... perfect cock is going to fill me up juuuust fine." That angry look from before overtook her features again as she pistoned into him, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking backwards into his brown, glazed eyes. Soft, quiet, elated gasps burst from her full lips with every lust, her eyes locked onto him lustfully. "You'd better fucking not disappoint me, or I'm gonna rip this thing off and stuff it inside me, since you obviously couldn't use it right." Huffing in confidence, she moved faster on the hybrid's cock, feeling his length fill her up and drag against her every spot.

The kryptonian ground her hips back and forth, rhythmically gyrating her hips as she rutted herself on the massive cock. A soft and blissful groan escaped her lips as she felt his cock twitch inside her, feeling him press against her deepest recesses.

"It's so fucking big… How the hell do you have a cock this big?" Keeping her bossy, annoyed facade, she smiled and looked Ichigo dead in the eyes, smacking her lips. "Maybe I should keep you here. Take care of you every. Single. Night.~"

"Here's how it's going to go down:" She decided to make things official between them. " You're going to You're going to stay quiet as I have my fun. And, don't worry, you delicious man you, I'll make sure to be a fantastic girlfriend. You should do your best to not disappoint and be a wonderful boyfriend to me, understand? You're mine now, after all.~" She got a barely coherent sound of agreement out of him before she felt him hilt so deep inside that if he cam in her now her womb would be getting hit point blank with a white blast of spunk.

"Motherfucker, that's perfect!~"

Not bothering to be shy or hide how she was feeling anymore, the massive-titted woman screamed in pure joy and ecstasy as she stayed in place. Her body shook in bliss as she kept her tight pussy stuffed to the brim with Ichigo's massive cock, a delightful smile spreading across her full lips as she gripped the young man's shoulders. "Don't you dare fucking move. Don't fucking do it…" After a deep breath, Kara leaned her head back down and looked into Ichigo's eyes again, feeling his thick shaft throb in her pussy, easily feeling it since it was the biggest she'd ever had, bar none.

With tantalizing slowness, she lifted her hips, making it back up to the tip of Ichigo's cock before slamming back down to his base, moaning loudly again as she hit it. She picked her hips back up a bit faster and slammed back down. Another moan. She clearly wasn't making an effort to hide it anymore as she began bouncing like a rabbit on his massive cock. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she quickly and violently bounce on the massive cock, groaning and moaning as the building underneath them cracked under the sheer strength of her hips

"Fuck! No! Change of plans!" Biting her lower lip and gyrating her hips as she stayed at his base, the blonde looked into her new boyfriend's brown eyes again. "Your more than my boyfriend! You're going to be my husband!" The demanding in her tone was easy to hear as she bounced in place again, a wicked grin on her lips. "No arguments! My husband! My lover! My cock! All mine!~"

Rapidly bouncing herself up and down on Ichigo's cock, the perfectly buxom woman grunted and moaned with each and every bounce. The longer she kept it up, the louder she got, hot and heavy breaths becoming genuine moans. Those moans quickly turned into loud screams of pure pleasure and bliss as the massive cock continued to throb inside of her. "Fuck yes… Fuck. Yes… Harder… Oh god, you feel so fucking big!~" Each and every time her hips slammed down in her newly declared husband's lap, a lustful huff left her lips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. However, the more he throbbed and twitched inside of her tight cunt, the closer she got to her orgasm, her first in quite a while.

Groaning and shuddering as she didn't stop bouncing, Power Girl looked into the man's deep brown eyes with lust and desire in her gaze. "I love you! I love you! I fucking love you and your cock! Cum inside me! Every single drop!" Just as she finished talking, the blonde woman felt him throb and pulse inside of her cunt again, rope after rope of cum flooding her womb and painting her inner walls white with his seed. Kara and Ichigo threw their heads back as Ichigo came inside of her, the feeling of his hot spunk pumping inside of her sending her over the edge of her own orgasm. Ichigo's head slammed into the building top behind him, a huge web crack forming as he did it.

Screaming out loud in sheer ecstasy, the busty Kryptionian's orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down tighter around the massive cock that was still pumping cum inside of her, her hips stopping as she slammed down into Ichigo's lap yet again. "Fuck!~" Shuddering as the initial bliss of her orgasm faded, the Kryptonian bombshell bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as the cum finally stopped flowing inside of her womb. "You really want to knock me up, don't you?"

Power Girl kept her eyes locked on Ichigo, smirking and licking her lips. "Remember what I said, Hubby. You're not leaving me~." She had a feeling it sounded odd coming from her, but she didn't exactly care as she could still feel his cock throbbing inside of her. She opened her mouth to command him again but stopped herself, smiling before leaning down and crashing her lips against his own. It only took one kiss before the busty woman hungrily began making out with her new lover, completely forgetting just where they were and what they were doing. Slowly pulling away from the young man's lips after a moment, the babe looked into his eyes, bringing a hand to his cheek for just a moment. "You're going to fuck me every day. You're going to fuck me so hard I pass out, and stretch me so far out I forget my name. And I want every drop of your cum inside of me. So don't disappoint me, Hubby~."

Okay, that bit about snapping guy-stick's off at the start may have been a real turn off but am I wrong? These people ignore nukes (as long as they're pointed at just them) and survive being crushed between planets. Is it really so easy to have sex with them? Even thought they can control that strength, how to you think that makes them feel, that you can get off but they can't?

Some of you may feel it was a little too short, and in fact a friend of mine said it could have gone for one more. But honestly, my heart just wasn't in it. I thought the way it ended was nice and ambiguous, a sort of "where-to-go-from-here" vibe. If this disappoints you, I'm so dreadfully sorry. After all, it's not like I have well over a hundred in the waiting, requests included, that I hope to not be distracted from by other things I like to do that keep me from guaranteeing I'll get through this entire mess before the point that I'm at the age I ask myself what the fuck I'm doing!

*Gaaaaaaasp* Wooh.

Anyway, see you next whenever!

And that's my new signature farewell. Still working on a greeting.