Hawkman: That's Gratitude For You (Patreon)

Sherree bathed twice as long as normal after she called Katar. She supposed, after the Invasion, that most people would’ve showered after they had sex with a Thanagarian, if for some reason they had to. Wanting to wash off all they could of the alien race. But Sherree’s life had been saved by the Hawkman. For her, all his xenomorph nature held was the lure of the exotic. She was more worried about being worthy of him than about being soiled by him.

There was a knock at the door. Sherree still hadn’t gotten out of the shower. She quickly rinsed off what lather and shampoo remained on her body, shut off the water, then went to answer the door. She took a short terrycloth robe with her from the bathroom, putting it on as she came up to the front door.

Katar stood outside her door. Obviously, it didn’t matter to him what floor her apartment was on. “Sherree. You wanted to see me?” he asked, sounding militant in his just-the-facts verbiage. They had met as part of his duties, after all, when as Hawkman he’d rescued her from a terrorist plot against Blackhawk Express.

Sherree tried not to let the details flood her mind. Even for a grace-under-fire pilot like her, it’d been scary as hell. The important thing was how brave Katar had been in saving her, and how handsome he was. He wasn’t blind to how attractive she was, either. Sherree had been divided on what make-up to wear—what did a bird-alien look for in a woman anyway?—but she could see now that wet and nearly naked appealed to men the galaxy over.

“Come on in,” Sherree smiled at him, clutching her robe around her otherwise bare flesh. “Close the door and have a seat.”

Katar came in and sat down on the couch. He’d gotten the impression this was business, some consequence or repercussion stemming from the attack on Blackhawk Express. But as inexperienced as he was, he knew even a human wouldn’t conduct business fresh from the shower. This was more like a seduction, as Sherree and her co-pilot had tried to do first thing after the rescue, showing their gratitude in a more direct way than simply letting Weng Chan buy him drinks. At the time, he’d turned them down—feeling… off-center… about the confluence of events.

His burgeoning relationship with Mavis. The fact that they wanted to reward him for doing his job, which veered too close to the corruption of the Wingmen for his tastes. How much he missed Shayera back on Thanagar by now. And that he wanted his first experience with sex to be less… cavalier. But now—his eyes rested on Sherree’s lean body, her round breasts like melons, large but well-shaped, firm, making him want to suck on the hidden nipples even without seeing them.

It would be impolite to shoot her down immediately, like he found her unappealing. Better by far to allow her to go through with what she had planned and then let her down easy, showing her it was nothing personal. He didn’t want to botch her grand courtship the way he’d let down Mavis.

And without her co-pilot, Jade, there too, the prospect of flirtation seemed less… overwhelming. Instead of intimidating him, it wooed him. He felt his erection swelling as he stared at the luscious blonde. Seven hells, she was gorgeous. Beautiful in a wholesome way, yet she’d spoken convincingly of sensual experience. It would have to be a joy to discover her skill for himself…

Sherree could tell she was exciting Katar. She went out of her way to arouse him some more. She bent over to pick up a pair of shoes she’d carelessly taken off, aware that the hem of her robe was inching up the backs of her thighs—looking over her shoes to give him a really good view before she set them down together against the wall.

She turned back to Katar and he quickly looked away. She took the opportunity to glance at his crotch, seeing the large bulge under his trousers throbbing away. While he was still playing innocent, she sat down on the couch beside him, scooting close to his side.

“What’s that in your pocket, Katar? It looks like it’s alive or something…”

Her hero blushed bright red. “You can go through my pockets some other time,” he told her. He managed to say it without stammering. “What’d you want to see me about?”

“Just that I really appreciated all you did for me,” she simpered, leaning over him so that she was actually pressing into his shoulder. “Look, I get it. You’re not some playboy or football jock. Just because you have a certain job doesn’t mean you’re not sensitive. And you don’t put on airs. I like that. You don’t think you have to act a certain way just because it’s what people in your position do. Or maybe you do. Maybe over on Thanagar, you’re a real stereotype.”

“You, uh… ah… you really don’t owe me anything,” Katar said, seeming to try and head her off.

But Sherree wouldn’t be denied so easily. She let her robe fall open, her bare breasts jiggling free as it parted all the way down to her knees.

“So you don’t want to take a girl home… act like the big conquering hero… just because it’s expected of you. And if you’d… y’know… taken me up on my offer back at the bar, it maybe would’ve felt like you were playing the part, not being yourself. I may not know Hawkmen, but I know when a guy appreciates being himself.”

Katar could only stare at her, his lips parted, his eyes wide.

Sherree giggled. He really was… uninitiated. She knew she was pretty, but not so pretty that he should be stunned or anything. Though it was nice to be treated like she was. “But, now that we’re alone… and it’s just you and me… maybe we could be a little more upfront with each other, without a lot of nonsense getting in the way. You want your first taste to be something special, I get that. Do you get that a girl like me knows how to make it very, very special?”

She reached for his crotch, squeezed the bulge between his thighs. Felt his throbbing erection as it got even bigger and harder. Katar’s throat made funny noises every time he swallowed.

“What is that in your pocket?” Sherree teased, her hand moving up and down his rigid cock. “It sure is jerking around a lot, whatever it is.”

As overwhelmed as he was, Katar wasn’t in the best place to tell if she was joking. “It’s my cock,” he blurted out.

“Really?” Sherree trilled playfully.

She unzipped him and reached into his pants. Katar’s whole body went rigid as she pulled his stiff cock out into the open. Sherree could’ve laughed at all the astonishment on his noble, square-jawed face. He stared in amazement at how she held him in her small hand.

“That’s one nice, big cock you’ve got there, Katar,” she said. She ran her fingers all over the girthy shaft, marveling at how it twitched in her hand. She could only imagine how hard it would throb inside her pussy. “Mind if I kiss it?”

“Seven devils,” Katar moaned, his eyes darting over her full breasts, her hairy thatch. He was nervous enough to tremble; Sherree thought he might bolt for it if it weren’t for how good her hand must feel on him.

Without waiting for the answer beyond his swearing, Sherree leaned over and touched her moist lips to his cockhead. Her tongue slipped out and ran wetly across his glans. Katar gasped with the feel of her tasting him.

“Sherree, I…”

The blonde was far too occupied with his cock to pay his words any mind. Her hand squeezed his rigid length and her mouth kissed it, sucked it. She worked her tongue all around the bulbous helmet, the tip playing with his glanshole and the vibrant precum emerging from it.

Sherree made good money working for Blackhawk Express, but they kept her busy. Too busy. It’d been a long time since she’d tasted a man’s hard cock and so now she was devouring it, her lips and tongue and teeth working all they could on his erection. The only thing her taste buds were lacking with his prick in her mouth was cum. She was sucking for that as hard as she could, her head bobbing up and down with her working on him.

She slipped down onto the floor at Katar’s feet, kneeling between his open legs, kneading the toned muscles of his thighs as she milked him. Sweat rose up to caress her fondling hands while precum seemed to fill her mouth with its piquant taste.

Katar held himself exquisitely still for several moments, his breaths coming faster and faster. Then he reached out with a sort of heedless caution and touched Sherree’s head. She cooed approvingly for him to continue, to explore her body as he pleased, and he ran his hand down through her hair, along her slender back and flank, until he was at her breasts, cupping one of the firm mounds.

He squeezed, feeling the nipple swell with sensation, tremble with the arousal running through it. Then he was touching, molding both of her sweetly rounded breasts, feeling them, massaging them, testing her nipples with his pinching fingertips.

Sherree went on sucking at him, her tongue lapping wetly over his cock, her hand moving up and down in a tight stroking. She wanted him to release, wanted to swallow his thick ejaculate as it came flooding out of his prick. She urged him on with her mouth and gripping hand, begged with them for Katar to give her mouth his seed.

Katar trembled, an involuntary jerk, before his urges merged with his thoughts and he shoved his hips up, jamming his solid erection deeper into Sherree’s mouth than even she had gotten it. She gagged and gurgled around his invasion, pushing herself down on it as hard as she could, her lips tight around his seething length, her hand twisting and rubbing around the base of his shaft.

With her free hand, she drew his pants down far enough to get at his balls. She cupped his scrotum, squeezing them, feeling the cum inside tremble with its readiness to be launched into her throat. Katar shuddered again and Sherree sucked him even harder. Her tongue made delicious little circles on the burgeoning head of his manhood; her hand squeezed his shaft tightly, as if trying to feel his cum when it flowed through to his glanshole.

Katar’s hands touched all of Sherree’s body that they could, pushing the robe off her to pool at her feet like a shed skin, then stroking over her bare back, down to her luscious ass. He got one hand between her buttocks, fingers between her thighs—she opened her legs for him, her breath catching as his fingertips found her wet slit.

They probed at her heat and she squirmed with the feelings, knowing she couldn’t be truly impaled while she was servicing Katar like this, so instead she moved her head up and down on his stalwart erection, masturbating him with her mouth, desperate to get his cum so she could get the rest of him next.

Sherree felt his hard cock clench wildly in her mouth; Katar groaned and quaked at the same time, like the sound was vibrating its way out of him. His prick jerked again and abruptly her mouth was filled with warm, sticky pleasure.

She swallowed instinctively, knowing immediately she didn’t have time to taste or relish, only gulp down his spurting seed before it escaped. Even more throbbed out of his prick; she jacked him off as she gulped it down. Getting more out of him even as all she could do was fleetingly experience the heat and the tartness of his cum as it poured into her, was accepted down her throat. Her mouth emptied, his semen flying down her gullet, and she sucked him for more, her hand working frantically at the base of his cock.

Katar wheezed in breath, shuddered all over, exhaled loudly. His spasming prick shot the last of its load into Sherree’s mouth. She tasted an exquisite helping of contentment—gulp after gulp of creamy cum—as it all rolled down her throat. Then she shot erect with a giggle, wiping her mouth of the excess saliva her sucking had produced. She eyed the back of her hand to see if she’d smeared any cum there, but none had escaped her hungry mouth. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her cunt was tingling, slick with readiness to be used, just as her mouth had been wet with saliva as Katar’s prick slid into it.

Katar lay on the couch with his head throttled back and his panting mouth open, breathing out the frenzy he’d just felt. His eyes were still glazed over. Sweat beaded his forehead and soaked through his clothes.

“Was that the first time you used a woman’s mouth as a cum dumpster?” Sherree asked impulsively.

Katar was even more agog at her words, his splayed lips opening wider. Eventually, he just nodded.

“Come into the bedroom and I’ll show you how to use the rest,” Sherree said, grinning, taking his hand and holding it at groin-level as she backed up, pulling him to his feet. “By the time I’m done with you, the next woman you fuck is going to be sending me a thank-you card.”