Manhunter’s Gothic Heaven [EXTRA] //

The Manhunter. The Chosen Messenger of the Chosen One. The other half of the greatest.

His very first humanoid form was that of a tall African sculpted from the hands of mother nature. His facial features were rugged, with prominent brow ridges and a strong jawline. A creature at the advent of the homo sapien and neanderthal. The missing link as science would call him..

The vessel's potential was limitless and could cascade into infinite branches. Powerful, swift, efficient, and most importantly well-hung. His judgement then was correct. Considering the vessels that came after, one could even say it was too correct.

Returning to this form came as a great surprise to the Manhunter, yet he was equally as relieved. This original form of his…it was like a childhood home. His only home. Mark Shaw…he was merely a host out of billions. A vessel whom he held no attachment to. But this vessel here? This tall six-foot-three human of a primal generation? With cock and balls the proudest modern male wouldn't be able to hold a candle to?

It meant everything to him.

His name? Arik.

In nearly every lifetime, he, the Chosen Messenger, used that name as an alias. It was the closest thing he had to a real name.

Heaven was heaven. An enclosed dream-like state for those who deserved it. The Chosen One decreed him as a worthy entry, so there was no doubt about it. The pearly gates guarded by the angels were avoided. It was like he had been zapped into the centre of the ethereal realm.

No, not the centre, but the beginning. Heaven had seven levels. Seven ethereal realms that coexisted with other religions and concepts.

Through the pearly white gates once famously guarded by the archangel Michael was the Garden of Eden. This was where Arik suspected he was. He saw an endless plain of grass, budding flowers of unknown origins, and an otherworldly smell. An odour mixing every pleasant moment of his life into one. A magical fragrance that Arik suspected was adjusted for each individual standing in the Garden of Eden.

However, the Garden of Eden was merely the first level of heaven. Above the garden was the Realm of Heroes: another dream-like realm dedicated to the heroic souls who made great sacrifices and displayed remarkable courage in their mortal lives. It is a realm of honour and valour, where these noble beings find eternal peace and recognition. By the vikings and believers of the Norse gods, this was also called Valhalla.

Sitting on top of the warriors were the wise. The third level, the Halls of Wisdom, were reserved for scholars, philosophers, and seekers of knowledge. It was a place of deep contemplation and intellectual exploration, where the profound mysteries of the universe were unveiled.

The fourth floor, the Fountain of Harmony, was a universal celebration. Diverse beings from all corners of the universe came together in peaceful coexistence, celebrating their differences and finding common ground. To drink, to party, to fuck, to play, to chill, to hang out, this was the realm for the lustful, the innocent, and the open minded.

After the Fountain of Harmony came the levels sectioned off for most mortals. The Celestial Courts, a multiversal court of judgement. Angels and deities administering over the living world and the Sphere of the Gods, ensuring the cosmic order was maintained. On rare occasions, special souls came to be judged for their actions in life–to determine whether they deserved to live in heaven or burn in everlasting damnation.

Following the courts was the Valley of Eternity. Rather than physical, it was a purely spiritual place of life, where the essence of souls merged with the cosmic energies. It was the cycle of reincarnation manifested. A destination for those who were enlightened. A space after their mortal souls left their physical vessels.

Finally, resting like a crown, was the Divine Throne–the Throne of the Presence. The Throne that the Chosen One rejected, that he allowed the heretic, Elaine Belloc, to sit upon.

Arik closed his eyes. Because of his informal entry, he was somewhere deep in the Garden of Eden. Displaced from the home of the angels–the Silver City. That was the most particular aspect of the Garden of Eden; it contained the most prolific and sought out realm in the omniverse. The city which god himself touched.

However, the Arik was not interested in the Silver City. He wished to stay here, within the endless grass of the garden. Because the tiny blades of green were not merely for decoration. No, they were enchanted by magic from the Presence.

Slowly, his surroundings folded. His innermost desires manifested into reality. From grass to uproot of the home of his dreams. A giant, ancient mansion spanning three expansive floors and boasting a variety of areas. From the grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers and polished marble floors, to the cozy library lined with shelves of weathered books, and the opulent dining room where feasts were once hosted, the mansion held a rich tapestry of spaces frozen in time. The winding staircase led to the upper levels, revealing lavish bedrooms, a study filled with antique curiosities, and hidden passages that whispered tales of forgotten secrets.

However, as his legs carried him from area to area, he suddenly stopped in the bathroom. Its mirror was tall and unblemished and he could see his full reflection, from his feet up to his face. He frowned as he checked his current appearance. It was a bit too primal for his modern liking. Long, thick hair hung close to his rear. He looked like a black version of Anthro, a caveman turned hero from the prehistoric era.

He decided to get a haircut. With a snap of the finger, with power long forgotten, he practically transformed into a different person. Gone were the tarzan braids, replaced with a cool, modern look. His naturally curly, textured hair was expertly shaped into a sleek and sophisticated high-top fade. The sides and back were neatly tapered, showcasing his well-defined curls, while the longer hair on top formed a striking crown that added height and volume to his overall look.

He turned his head side-to-side, checking for abnormalities. "Looks good," he said to himself. An understatement really because he looked really good. With the abs, the muscles, and the flawless swarthy complexion, on Earth he would have been quite the catch. Plus, a big fat black cock and those heavy apple-sized apples swinging between his legs? He could have accumulated a harem for himself.

Alas, if there was one flaw to him, it was his smile. His smile wasn't exactly charming given the lack of real joy in his life. Even so, glancing up and down his nude body…

"I actually feel good about myself," Arik muttered. "Confident."

Arik decided to return to exploring. The mansion was vast and it would take at least half a day to fully appreciate its architecture, style, and what areas it had to offer. He ended up in a particularly large room with a king-sized bed. Golden fabrics draped the area and with a finger he could feel the deep softness of the mattress. 'Sleep would be most comfortable on this,' he thought.

He didn't walk for long, perhaps ten minutes. Yet this mansion…it was his own little paradise. Everything he could ever want was here: books, lavish bedrooms, a study, and even a grand ballroom. This wasn't an illusion. He knew it wasn't when stepped into one of the rooms and saw three familiar faces. Three faces he never thought he would see again.

Those wandering the fields of the Garden of Eden were interconnected. Like magic, it was possible to reunite with a loved one. Like magic, they would appear.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw that which he had been secretly aching for. His lovers.

Immediately, he was tackled into a hug by two of them. Did he mention they were naked? This was heaven–who wore clothes? While exploring this mansion of his, Arik certainly wasn't.

"I can't believe it's you, novio!" He felt bare skin and rubbed his chest and the large bosom of a woman. "It's been so long!"

Novio: boyfriend in Spanish. Arik smiled as he patted her on the back. "Lourdes. It's good to see you." His gaze drifted to the other woman. Her eyes were also peering up at him–they were metahuman in nature–black eyes with a white ring outlining the pupils.

"You too, Miriam."

"How about us, huh?" A playfully irritated voice called over. He glanced over and saw Antonia Monetti. She was a unique beauty with her ethereal grey complexion, a striking contrast to her dark blue eyes that shimmered with intensity. Her black hair was short and somewhat curled–combined with her slender figure and she exuded a serious temperament.

Yet as their eyes met, they couldn't help but smile giddily. Once Arik gently released Lourdes and Miriam, he went over to hug Antonia who practically melted in his embrace. He ignored her nudity, the fact that she was so gorgeous and free, and focused on the romantic touch to their relationship.

It felt…so good.

His hands ended up holding the back of her neck. Five-foot-eight, Antonia was taller than the two before her. He appreciated it very much.

Behind him, he felt a nice pair of boobs and a pair of arms wrapping his torso. A sigh tickled his toned back.

"It's been so long…" Her voice was posh and drawn out. Her arms trembled around him. This was a woman who had been aching for him.

Even so, he didn't need to look at her. He could recognize her by her voice alone. "Silver…" he called out. After escaping Antonia's grasp, he turned towards her.

No doubt, she was one of his most stunning lovers, Silver St. Cloud. Instantly, he was mesmerized by her piercing sapphire-blue eyes and porcelain complexion, smooth and flawless. With her shapely figure, she exuded both poise and allure and Arik wished he could just fuck her. His long cock was twitching as he gazed upon her pink erect nipples and her tight little cunt.

Alas, he settled for a hug. She was short, five-foot-five, so he had to lean down low in order to hug her. She kissed his neck and let go of him to stare into his eyes.

"You're taller," Silver commented. Her hand caressed his jawline.

"I hope it's not an issue," Arik replied.

"Mmm." Her eyes flickered down to his crotch, then back to his face. "Definitely not. Your dick is still big and fat."

Lourdes Lucero, Miriam Delgado, Antonia Monetti, and Silver St. Cloud. Four sexy, attractive women. Four of his lovers. Four women who were addicted to his cock.

Arik realized it would probably be better to sit on the bed and talk. Frankly, he wanted to. The decisions he made, the journeys and places he saw, and the end of his purpose: the meeting and appearance of the Chosen One.

'Fuck all that.'

There were four perfectly fuckable women in front of him and his balls were fucking aching. Hanging nearly eight inches down his thigh was his thick black cock. It was such a contrast to Mark Shaw, an average male, whose libido was also nonexistent. But here, with his original body, he felt powerful and horny.

His dong launched from his thigh and sprung into a full erection. Twelve inches long, engorged and girthy, and coupled with a hefty ballsack, it was a tool of destruction. Uncircumcised, ebony, clean, and dripping with pre-cum.

Lourdes put a hand to her mouth, excited. "Oooh~!"

"Look at it go." Antonia smirked.

Miriam and Silver were silent, captured by the sight of his cock. The two women dropped to their knees, shuffled forward, and started jerking him off.

"Look at this big fat cock," Silver muttered, comparing its size to her forearm. She was a small, slender woman with a pale complexion. Next to his dark, veiny cock, it seemed small.

"Wasn't it circumcised before?"

Lourdes' seductive voice whispered into his ears, her large D-cups pressed to his arm.

"I-it…" Arik grunted as the two pairs of hands jerked him off. They were wild and trained but the smoothness of their palms was unbearable. Schloping wet sounds echoed like it was a porno. "Fuck…! In some bodies, yes. I always tried to emulate this one, but…ngh!"

Plenty of pre-cum free falled for Silver to lap up. Plus, Antonia started planting kisses from his arm all the way to his neck and ear. And of course, Lourdes' big titties were providing an ample amount of arousal as well.

"Not always perfect," Arik managed to finish, groaning. "Fuck, you two are amazing…!"

Down below, the handjob transformed into a group blowjob. Silver's small lips would latch onto his glans before deftly switching with Miriam. She was Brazilian so her lips were full and luscious. She sucked his dick nice and good, like a vacuum. Her cheeks sucked and sucked, while Silver decided to lick his big balls.

"W-where did you guys learn this teamwork?" Arik asked.

"We talked," Silver said.

"We were curious, novio," Lourdes whispered in his ear. "We wanted to compare notes–compare how your amazing cock responded to each of us. It's pretty good, hm? We take the best and give the best."

In life, he told his partners that he was on a journey and he had taken many lovers in the past to further that mission. Some were jealous, others didn't care, but all of them were aware of each other. Names were spoken and a vague inclination of their personalities was also given.

'And so they found each other in heaven.' A groan. A throb. His balls ached and grew. 'G-good thing I did!'

Now, they were working in tandem to serve his cock. Imagine that, all your ex girlfriends deciding to work together for a better future–for you. That was what the Chosen Messenger was seeing right now.

Hands stroking him rapidly, Antonia grabbed him by the chin and pulled him into a deep kiss. The left side of his neck exposed, Lourdes started to suck on him and leave hickies.

Saliva sticking between their lips, Antonia's black eyes studied his soul. His phallus was out of control and spurting out pre-cum. The snaky hands slithering and causing immense gratification felt like oil incarnate.

"Cum," Lourdes whispered. "Cum over those whores of yours."

Chills. His balls felt like they burst with need, busting a nut so fat that it felt it could only have occured in heaven. Silver and Miriam gasped as his dick escaped their grasp and started shooting all over them. His spunk camouflaged on Silver's long white hair, leading Miriam's luscious lips to try and suck on it. Gulp, gulp, gulp! It worked…

"F-fuck!"

…for a time. Unfortunately, his load was too heavy to contain. He ended up facialling them like whores. Arik panted as his cock settled down, as his balls decided he was done for this orgasm.

"God…" Silver spread his gooey cum down her collarbone to her tits. On the other hand, Miriam moaned as her fingers lapped up the streaks of baby batter on her face. Both Silver and Miriam were C-cup bearers, except Silver had fuller hips and a more vigorous hands. Rising like predators and aided by the two on his side, Arik was pushed to the bed.

"Please fuck us…"

"Mmm…"

"We've missed you so much!"

"My pussy is so wet…!"

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"Fuck me! Fuck me! Right there! Right there! Oooh~! Keep doing that! Don't stop! Don't Stop! God! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

First up, Silver St. Cloud. She was an ordinary human with no special powers or acrobatics. Getting her to scream was easy.

Her past was of tragedy and romance. Once, a long time ago, Silver St. Cloud and Bruce Wayne were lovers. Not just sexually but romantically and spiritually. She understood Bruce Wayne like very few and recognized that their relationship could never work. Her love, her existence, was a distraction to his vigilante work, which she discovered due to Bruce's carelessness. He was early in his career but she could see the potential–the fruits of his labour. She chose to break it off of her own accord. Of course, things were never that simple. Silver and Bruce had an on and off relationship, the love and taste for each other bringing them back every time.

So where did Silver go during these breaks? Who was her rebound?

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

"Keep fucking me like that! Keep fucking me like that! You're so good! So deep! I've never felt like this! Like THIS! Oh! Oh~♡! Oh~♡!! God, I've missed this! I've missed your cock so much!"

It was the big, fat twelve inch BBC clapping her cheeks. While Arik alway hated watching her go back to Bruce time and time, he was comforted by the fact that he was the sexually superior being. Not to mention Arik, at the very end of their relationship, was the one to finally break it off. He had to search for the Chosen One.

Silver eventually settled with Senator Evan Gregory, a good and honest man she fell in love with.

"Your cock is the best! The best! So deep! I've never! Unh!" Her cunt clamped down on him like never before. "It's the biggest! The best! I can't believe I left this cock!"

…but clearly his dick wasn't worth much. Mr. Evan Gregory also died to the Joker while campaigning for governor. Arik had witnessed the whole ordeal for himself. Silver died not too long after.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Now that the Chosen One was found though, he could fuck Silver like his own little bitch. His personal cum hole to remove the filth Batman and that senator sent down her cunt.

Silver once told Bruce that, "You're the last man I was with."

A complete fucking lie. Because the night before, his big black cock had been pounding into her womb and left her with a hearty creampie. From a certain point of view, it was true since it was a hook-up and not a relationship but…

"I'm going to squirt! Fuck! I haven't cum like this in–" Silver threw her head back as another climax shook her intensely. It was like an earthquake. "God! Oooooh~!"

At best, it was a white lie, and at worst, a total snake of the tongue. Silver WAS a Gotham socialite. Lying was not below her.

"Good job," Arik praised. "You as well, Lourdes."

While Silver was busy with his cock ramming into her, Lourdes was making out with him. Long, fulfilling kisses that were filled with passion and love. What were Antonia and Miriam doing?

"Don't stop! Don't stop with your fingers! Just like that! Just like that!"

"Yes, baby! Yes, yes, yes! Yesyesyes–!"

They were reaching a high from his fingers. His strong, thick ebony fingers that were mercilessly fucking them with their thickness. With two or three–

"Arik! Baby! God! Yes! Yes~♡!" Antonia was a stern woman yet even she couldn't help the moans singing out from her lips. She looked like she was getting fucked doggy-style with how deft and precise his fingers were.

'This is the life,' Arik thought, sighing in delight.

Fucking Silver St. Cloud, Bruce Wayne's lover, with his bigger, fatter black cock. Fingering Antonia and Miriam, both members of the Titans long ago. Finally, Lourdes, an enchantress who had once failed to seduce Superman. With those massive tits of her, Arik was impressed by the Man of Steel's resolve. He hadn't been able to resist her in his lifetime and ended up serving her a deep, impregnating creampie.

Lourdes didn't mind. In her life, she cared about two things: her brother and Arik. Having a child would be a blessing. They decided to get married. They decided to have hot sweaty sex whenever they could.

Then Infinite Crisis happened and they were separated.

With the Chosen One's awakening, however, a crisis of that level would never happen again. He believed in Aaron Reigner, just as much as he believed the women around him.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!

"Pleaasssse~! Keep making me cum! Keep making me cum!"

His fingers curling, Miriam let out a guttural moan. She sure was loud and horny. Once he planted his seed inside Silver, he would fuck Miriam next. Arik did wonder: could you get pregnant in heaven? Probably not, right?

'Might as well test it out,' he thought, pressing his pelvis deep into Silver and busting a nut.

His role was finished, after all. The Chosen One would be able to handle the great threat ahead. He had seen in his eyes that he would never let Gotham or the world come to harm.