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The barren Martian soil still smouldered where Blackfire had landed, a deep crater in her wake and the charred remains of Martian technology half-melted around her. The sky above was a violent swirl of green and red, two moons passing overhead in their timeless cosmic dance. This planet, for all its telepathic wonders and military precision, had been nothing but a pit stop, a moment's uneasy rest after her savage run across the cosmos.
But the galaxy never let her sleep for long. The Martians had already tried to check her, but got checked by a sleeping Tamaran. But she wasn't so stressed, she could sense that there was nothing the planet and its people had to threaten her while she slept. Heck, even the collapse of the planet wouldn't damage her, she would only need to shield herself with her black bolt shield from the vacuum of space.
But now, as she rested, she sensed something that the Martians had stopped their attacks and were focusing their attention somewhere else. She was supposed to be the top of the food chain and pecking order on this planet, who could grab their attention now? That didn't sit right with her as she groaned through her rest. She really, really wanted to sleep.
She rose to her feet, muscles burning, her mind fuzzy from exhaustion. She'd barely had five minutes before the air trembled, reality shimmered, and a new arrival made itself known.
The figure hovered a meter above the ground, white aura shining so bright it hurt to look at, every inch the paragon of a classic superhero: skintight jumpsuit, cape flowing behind, muscles cut from marble, chin so sharp it could slice diamonds. But it wasn't his power or his arrival that truly annoyed Blackfire—it was the arrogance in how he simply waited, as if she would beg for his attention.
She rolled her shoulders, feeling her torn crop top stretch across her full chest, the soft, exposed tit flesh glistening with sweat from the friction of landing head first into martian soil and soot. Her nipples were hard and proud, unashamed in the planetary sun. The remains of her dark miniskirt rode high on her hips, a shredded flag clinging to her, hinting at the smooth, hairless skin underneath—her thighs thick, strong, yet sculpted in the way only a warrior could be. Even battered, weary, and missing an eye—now covered with a shimmering patch of black bolt energy—Blackfire was dangerously, unapologetically seductive.
And she knew it. Although she could do with a new eye.
Her eyes, burning with exhaustion and fury, raked the man in white from head to toe. She discared and wariness and flared with energy.
"Hahahahahaha. Is this how the lanterns disrespect me? Sending only one of you this time? Or is it a peace offering, with all that white? About time you all accord me my respect—or do I need to stack more lantern bodies at my feet?"
Her black bolt robe, conjured for warmth and dignity, flared into burning flames, revealing more of her curves: a flash of her tight, round ass beneath the ragged hem, one breast shaking loose as she hovered defiantly. The Martians below, telepaths all, felt her power—and their own shameful arousal. Even as their minds screamed at the danger, their bodies responded to her sheer carnal presence.
The white-clad man said nothing. He simply approached, walking as if gravity and fear meant nothing to him.
Blackfire bared her teeth. "No more games! I will end you lanterns if it's the last thing I do!"
With a scream, she launched herself at him, purple energy crackling around her fists, breasts jiggling with each punch. She moved faster than light, each feint and strike punctuated by flashes of bare flesh: a quick jab, her tits bouncing dangerously; a spinning kick, her skirt flying up to reveal her perfect sex—smooth, tight, and glistening with sweat.
But no matter what she did, she never landed a hit. He dodged, leaned, turned with impossible grace, as if he saw each move before it happened. Her frustration mounted with every failed blow, and so did her determination to break his calm exterior.
She dropped low, swept at his legs, and spun up, her mostly torn garments on display as her robe whirled out of the way. He caught her ankle, spun her effortlessly, and set her back on her feet. She twisted free, leapt high, and came down with a flying knee—her skirt riding up, her pussy exposed, and her single breast swinging freely, nipples hardened to points by the cold Martian air. The man in white simply stepped aside.
She lashed out with her powers as she overwhelmed her opponent with her attacks, purple-black energy whipped from her fingertips in blinding arcs. "You're going to regret underestimating me!"
Her fists came so fast they blurred, sweat flinging off her bare skin in crystalline droplets, every muscle tensing, glutes flexing, every move a painting of violence and erotic beauty. The Martians below stared, unable to look away.
Finally, Blackfire snapped. "Enough!"
A storm of black energy rained from her hands to the sky, then rained down, each bolt a miniature star of destruction. Martians within a 1000-mile radius were instantly vaporized, the ground cratered and burning, and even the air shimmered with radioactive death. Several of the bolts tore through the planet itself, burning through the center, skillfully avoiding the core as if this wasn't the first time she had done this and back out the far side. The man in white stood unharmed, a basic white shield shimmering around him, not even oval—just a simple field, his face serene.
Blackfire panted, bare breast heaving, her skirt now tattered to nearly nothing, barely covering her at all. Her hair was wild, her body trembling from exertion.
She didn't let it slow her. In a blink, she was behind him, hand already charging a massive black bolt beam. "Let's see you block this, hero."
"WAIT, DON—" he started, but she was already firing.
A beam of pure darkness exploded from her palm, so hot it sliced through the man, then through three planets, vaporizing all in its path. The air cracked with the sudden burst of energy. Worlds died, their atmospheres ripped away, their cores cracked and bleeding magma into the void.
When the smoke cleared, the man in white stood exactly where he had before, not a hair out of place.
Blackfire stared, stunned, for only a split second. Her brain screamed at her to run, but her body reacted with pure defiance. She had finally found a galaxy out of Raven's reach, a place filled with people weaker than her to finally sleep, she couldn't give it up now. She darted forward again, this time launching her breasts ahead as a distraction, her full, naked chest swinging as she moved. The man's eyes flickered—perhaps with surprise, perhaps amusement, perhaps lust. That was all she needed. Her fist crashed into his side, a shockwave shaking the entire planet and sending dust storms screaming across the landscape.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to tilt. The Martians, far enough away to survive, ducked for cover as the ground buckled beneath them. A few, unable to help themselves, fantasized about being crushed between Blackfire's thighs.
But even that blow, more powerful than anything she'd thrown before, did nothing.
The man in white grabbed her wrist, holding her effortlessly above her head. His grip was gentle but immovable. "Are you done?" he asked, tone soft, almost kind. The voice was musical, beautiful, like a song only she could hear.
She scowled, sweat running down her face and between her breasts as she thought. 'He's too powerful for me. I have to escape. Damn it! No time to rest. Only if I could have a full week's sleep with no interruptions, I'd recover and kick his ass…'
"Good, now let's—" he began.
A sudden burst of black energy lasers erupted from Blackfire's eyes, even with one of them gone she could still stream black laser energy from the socket somehow as twin beams lanced out to strike him directly in the face. The man's shield held, barely flickering. He flinched for the first time.
That was her chance!
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