Cheetah VS Robin

Hello everyone, 

In honour of Zack Snyder's Justice League having just been released, here's a DC-related Hentai story. I hope you are going to enjoy it. Thank you! 

“I’m heading back to the cave,” a very young Robin said while recklessly driving his cycle in the dangerous streets of Gotham City. This particular Robin was the fourth one in the legion of the bat. He was the true son of The Dark Knight.

“Are you sure about that?” a dark voice communicated with him an unseen force. It was his father. The Bat. He spoke to him through his communicator while he was driving.

“What do you mean, DK?” Robin asked him, confused.

“Alert. Alert. Home-invasion detected in this area,” the bat computer indicated to Robin, answering his question.

“Looks like you have one more job to do tonight,” The Batman told him. He didn’t ask him. He had to do it now.

“Home-invasion? I get home-invasions? This kind of easy and quick mission is for children,” Robin argued.

“I think it fits you pretty well, don’t you think?”

“Hey, DK, I am not a child. Never say that again.”

“Take care of this and then come back to base,” he said.

“Don’t tell me what to do, DK. Robin, out,” and then, the young man abruptly shut all communications between him, The Dark Knight and the bat-cave He was completely on his own now. Robin suddenly turned a street to change his path. He immediately followed the directions of the bat-computer linked to the cycle and accepted the mission as his father instructed him to. In no time, Robin could see the location where the home-invasion had occurred, the computer precisely indicated to him which one it was. The place wasn’t a typical home. It was a building. It was a penthouse. A bright home.

Not a normal home invasion. This tower is for rich people obviously. Someone like Catwoman could very well be behind this. Let’s have some fun. Let’s ruin her night of work, Robin thought to himself as he kept driving toward the luxurious penthouse. Soon, he would be reaching it and began his final objective of the night. He never thought that the last thing he would ever do tonight would be something as simple and as boring as a home invasion type of situation. He largely preferred stalking serial killers. Investigating drug-dealing operations. A typical home invasion scenario with a guy or in this case most-likely, a girl, that girl being Catwoman simply looking and thriving for money. Robbers didn’t interest Robin that much. Still, he had to do it. It was part of the job. Damian was still getting used to the way of doing things in Gotham City under The Batman umbrella. He wasn’t a fan. He preferred murdering people and asking questions later. The Bat had things completely reversed which made him so angry. So frustrated by him and his team.

Finally, arrived there, Robin wasted no time and allowed his cycle to come dropping on the ground, damaging it a bit. He didn’t care. He felt like he had to complete this last mission of the night as soon as possible. He felt rushed. He didn’t want to be here with the police arrive, although, this was indeed Gotham City and for the police to arrive anywhere here, it either took a miracle or a very, very long time. Especially, for a simple home-invasion situation like this. The Gotham police department simply didn’t have enough resources to dispatch so quickly when the dark city was completely filled with slashers, drug-dealers, serial killers, and God knows what else. Robin didn’t use any doors, of course, instead, he took out his bat-grappling hook and shot the hook right on the side of the bright building. In no time, Robin climbed on the side of the penthouse, swiftly escalating it like the ninja he was and that he was always trained to be. Coming through like the silent shadows, Robin made his way inside of the building through a window that wasn’t locked. Easy. incredibly easy for him. Inside the penthouse, Robin didn’t notice anything strange at first. He slowly and silently walked from darkroom to darkroom, exploring, investigating, not saying a single word by the desire not to be caught by the one who has taken this place and its residents as hostages, but he never found anyone. He had to explore and look through most of the rooms to find nothing. He frowned, just like his father often did. Robin wasn’t pleased. He felt like storming out of there and giving up on this before the police forces showed up. The more time Robin spent in this penthouse, the more attracted he felt to it. He hadn’t heard a single thing and didn’t see anything so far. This typically wasn’t the case during home-invasions, especially in Gotham City.

During this type of situation, it was frequent to hear the victims crying for help, screaming. The culprit behind all of this shouting at the residents. Everything about this situation was odd to him. Still, he stayed there a bit longer, continued investigating and searched for the answer behind this mystery. For the longest time, it truly felt as if there was no one living here in the first place. A deserted, luxurious penthouse in  Gotham City of all places didn’t seem like someone that could happen. People in Gotham City rarely left their homes alone for a long amount of time, especially overnight by fear of getting their residences raided by crooks and turned into dens for drug lords and other criminals. This didn’t add up at all for him. But then, the more he searched this giant penthouse, the more he felt positive that something weird was going on here. If he hadn’t found anything in the kitchens, the living rooms, or bedrooms, he decided to go check in the rooms that were typically less suspicious, just to see. It led him to the basement of the penthouse. There, he made the big discovery. He discovered two people. A man and a woman. The both of them were tied up, had a blindfold over their eyes, and had duct tapes over their mouths, so they wouldn’t make any sound. Robin looked at them but didn’t touch them or free them yet.

He kept walking. He kept exploring. In a different room of the luxurious basement, Robin finally found the culprit. A tall and muscular woman. Her back was facing him when he entered this room that looked and felt like a vault. In the dark, the silhouette of the woman in question automatically made the young man think it was Catwoman, exactly as he expected this to go right from the beginning. Was it her? It had to be her.

“Catwoman, I presume? Still a thief?” he asked her. He thought he was surprising her by finally finding her, but he didn’t. The thief was calmed. She slightly turned around. Robin was able to have a better look at her. It wasn’t Catwoman. Not by a long shot. Instead, it was Cheetah. Cheetah was a gorgeous and imposing-looking redhead with yellow eyes. She was a living cross between the human world and the animal kingdom. She had fur almost everywhere on her body. She truly looked like a cheetah, except that she also had many body traits of a regular, human woman. Cheetah had massively large thirty-eight NN-sized breasts. A big, delicious-looking butt. Towering, thick legs. Wide hips. A cat’s tail to make all of this even more erotic, like a cherry on top of everything else. She stared at him. Cheetah was only wearing a tight, dark red leotard suit which barely covered her gigantic breasts and the rest of her bodies. She also had leather boots, but it was about that. She wasn’t wearing a lot because she didn’t need to wear a lot. Cheetah was the kind of meta-human woman who was hot all the time for various reasons. Damian was able to tell this by himself pretty quickly after entering the vault room with her. This specific room was so much other he investigated earlier when exploring the penthouse. The rest of the building was cold. Here, Damian sort of felt like he was required to take off his clothes at this point. He was sweating like hell. Something was wrong here.

“Close. But not quite,” Cheetah replied to him.

“Cheetah,” he whispered her name, surprised for once.

“So, you must be the new Robin? Right? Cute. A lot younger than all the other ones. I like it,” she confessed to him.

“What are you doing here, Cheetah? Invading this couple’s home. Tying them up. What could possibly be in that vault that is so important to you?” the fourth Robin asked her.

“You are about to find out pretty soon,” the feline woman suddenly said to him before swiftly sprinting at him. A lot faster than him. Cheetah was successfully able to neutralize the young man. She tied up just like she did for the others. Although, she never taped his mouth and never blindfolded him. “Alright. Let’s see what you got,” she stripped the new Robin naked, only allowing him to keep his mask, gloves and boots on. The rest could all go. She forced the young man to lie on his back as she made her way between his legs and jerked him off. Visibly having a lot of passion for it. She masturbated him until she eventually observed pre-cum erupting out of his dick. She loved seeing this. “Look, what you we got here. You must be enjoying yourself, young man. Tough man,” he didn’t reply to her. Unable to resist to the wonderful scent of this body, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and inserted his fresh meat into her mouth and gave him what the nicest blow-jobs he had ever received in his entire life. Her tongue swirled and wrapped itself around his large, ever-growing glans and performed the sloppiest blow-job she had ever done in her entire life. Cheetah absolutely adored young men of his age.

She even went as far as rubbing and caressing his large testicles while sucking on his beautiful dick. This was the last drop that made him cum, her playing with his balls. Without any warning, the fourth Robin ejaculated inside of her mouth, filling it up. The feline woman had her mouth full and when she pulled his meat out of her mouth, most of it fell down all over her big tits, ruining her leotard suit, she hadn’t removed it just yet. When, if she was waiting for a good time, now it was the most perfect time in the world. After swallowing some of the semen that she managed to keep inside of her mouth, she stripped for him. Made him watch. She removed everything except for the high-heeled shoes she was wearing. These were the only things she kept on. She towered over him. Kept forcing him to see the goods. She intentionally made her tits jiggle.

“What do you think? Do you find me attractive?”

“No. Far from it,” Robin looked the other way.

“Is that right?” she seductively said as she lowered herself and towered over him again. She made the executive decision to sit down on top of his big dick. She was forcing Robin to do something like that. He was tied up. He couldn’t do anything about it. He simply had to let it happen. He had to allow it to happen. Not too long after officially beginning to ride the boy, Cheetah began moaning. She was enjoying herself already. Then, it was Robin’s turn as well. He gasped. He moaned a little. Tried to hide it as much as possible, but Cheetah knew better. She quickly understood that he was enjoying himself as well. The feline woman moved up and a bit faster. She moved so much faster than she might have gone a bit too fast for her own good. Robin’s dick was hard and felt so great for her than he accidentally managed to make her come in a very short amount of time. “Oh my God, I’m coming,” she said while moaning.

“I’m coming again,” the fourth Robin then suddenly shot his load inside of her, filling her up, providing her with the sauce.

The boy had impregnated the feral animal.