The Martian morning was thin and strange—sunlight tinged green by the atmosphere, filtered down through the thin clouds. Inside the stone halls that the Martians had carved for their honored guests during their coitus, Blackfire was anything but quiet.
Kyle Rayner, now bound to her with more than just a White Lantern ring, was pinned beneath her. Kyle lay there, barely able to breathe, his face full of tit flesh. It was like sleeping with an immortal goddess—and maybe he had. He had never felt so thoroughly drained. His cock still pulsed inside her, the two of them joined as intimately as two beings could be. They had fallen asleep like this—intertwined, spent, sweaty, and sticky. Now, as the Martian sun rose, Blackfire's body began to hum with new energy, life flowing through her veins as though she had swallowed a star.
Blackfire opened her eyes, thick lashes fluttering, her pupils still ringed with the darkness of her black bolt power. She watched Kyle begin to stir, but she wasn't going to let him just slip away. She let her hand drift through his hair, caressing him with an almost maternal tenderness. Kyle yawned, then winced as her hips squeezed around his still-erect shaft.
Komand'r smiled, her black bolt eyes softening as she stroked Kyle's hair and leaned down to kiss him. He grunted awake, but she teasingly turned his head away.
"You're finally up, eh?" Blackfire purred, her accent thicker now, deepened by the hours of passion. She shifted her hips, feeling his cock swell inside her. She didn't wait for a reply—she started moving, rolling her hips with deliberate, sensual power, grinding against him. Her tightness milked him, slow and torturous, each thrust calculated to coax another gasp, another twitch.
She leaned back, arching her spine so her abs were drawn tight and her heavy, perfect breasts were thrown forward, the lantern-light glimmering off her sweat-slick skin. She slid her fingers down his chest and between his legs, found his balls and squeezed—firm but gentle, just enough to push him over the edge. Kyle groaned, louder than he meant to, as he came again, hot and thick, flooding her insides once more.
"First batch in the morning, fresh from the tap," Blackfire teased, laughing as she flexed her pussy to coax out the last spurts of his orgasm. With a flick of her will, chains of white lantern energy materialized from thin air and wrapped around Kyle's wrists and ankles, binding him to the ornate Martian bed frame.
She grinned, tying her long purple hair into a bun that bounced on her shoulders. Her breasts swung low and heavy, nipples peaked and eager, making Kyle's mouth water. She saw the hunger in his eyes and rewarded him, straddling his chest and lowering a breast to his face. He latched on, sucking greedily, his hands straining against the energy chains as he tried to cup the other one. Blackfire moaned, her hips rocking in time with his sucking, her own arousal rising again.
Then, teasing him further, she resumed riding him. She started slow, rolling her hips in hypnotic circles, her pussy rippling around his cock. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through both of them. She milked him, letting him throb and swell inside her, then picked up the pace, bouncing on him with rhythmic precision. Sweat beaded on her dark skin, dripping down between her breasts. Kyle could barely keep up, his vision swimming with ecstasy as he surrendered control.
He came again, harder than before, his cock spasming as Blackfire squeezed him for every drop. She climaxed too, her body shuddering, pussy clutching around him as she rode out her orgasm. But she didn't stop—her stamina was monstrous, her hunger insatiable. She summoned black bolt energy to bolster herself, tightening around Kyle's cock, milking him for more. He moaned, his body helpless, as she kept riding him through wave after wave, never relenting.
Time became meaningless. Night bled into day and back again. Kyle's balls ached with pleasure and release, in the beginning he produced so much cum non-stop but now he was struggling to keep up. At last, even his Lantern-enhanced body could give no more and needed its recharge. All that cosmic and life energy was going somewhere after all. Blackfire, triumphant, kissed him deeply before sealing her pussy with a shimmer of black bolt energy, trapping the ocean of cum inside her. Her belly was round, swollen with the sheer volume of seed, like a goddess heavy with new power.
She hovered in the air, summoning the power of the white lantern as she absorbed all the life energy within her, creating an imbalance in the White Lantern Corps. She had gotten stronger than Kyle now. As someone who had been a vet in energy manipulation she could easily tell how pure and powerful the energy within Kyles cum and balls were and didn't stop milking him even as she felt a shift in their power as she grew closer in strength to him which each load he pumped into her and became equals in power, and soon superior.
She floated up, stretching, and felt the life energy within her churn and coalesce, feeding her strength. Her body became even more perfect—her abs snapped back into place, her breasts stood proud and full, her skin glowed with energy. She donned her new White Lantern outfit, the uniform hugging every curve: a shimmering, low-cut crop top that left her abs bare, a mini skirt barely containing her powerful thighs, and tall boots. She looked every inch the conqueror, a force of nature made flesh.
Kyle looked at her, exhausted but in awe. "C'mon, you know I work alone," Blackfire said, hovering over him. "But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy this—and it doesn't mean I won't come back for more."
She bent over, taking his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his in a possessive, lingering kiss. Their connection, sexual and emotional, was undeniable now. "You know I'll always know where you are and you will always know where I am… we are connected after all." she teased, tracing a finger down his chest. "But maybe you'll have to work for it if you want a rematch."
"You want me to find you?" Kyle said as he now looked more confident.
Before she left, she stroked his cock with her foot, bringing him dangerously close to another orgasm before pulling away, laughing. She had mastered that cock and learned to enjoy it and its twitching. She laughed sensually, looking at Kyle, then turned and, in a blur of energy, left the Martian stronghold, soaring into the cold expanse of space.
'I never thought having a woman dominate me in bed would bring out weird parts of me I didn't know existed.' Kyle thought to himself as he frowned.
"But she was fucking amazing." Kyle said with a sigh and smile as he broke out of his binds in frustration. He was more annoyed that Blackfire still left him wanting for more.
Kyle watched her go, breaking out of his bindings in frustration, his cock still twitching. He shook his head, grinning despite himself. "She's a menace… but what a woman."
Kyle sensed her direction but abruptly shut it off, as if turning off a thought. He was confident that Blackfire was changing, but a complete turnaround overnight? He knew that she would progress slowly.
And if it was meant to be, she'll be back. At least he had armed a powerful ally with the means to harm Raven when the time came.
Meanwhile, on Mars, the Martian clans were restless. With the arrival of the White Lantern, some had taken to worshipping Kyle, raising statues in his honor. Others balked at this new form of devotion, arguing in their guttural tongue about the dangers of relying on outsiders for salvation. The tension mounted, but Kyle's show of power—and Blackfire's even more dramatic presence—kept things in check for now.
But Blackfire had other plans. She was drunk on freedom and purpose, her mind buzzing with possibility. As she re-entered Earth's atmosphere, she was intercepted by Lex Luthor himself who hovered towards her without any flight suit to her surprise. He wasn't here to fight, but to offer an alliance—one she sensed was only half sincere but still a necessity. It was as if the universe itself was divided into those who were in Raven's faction and those who were against. Still, she agreed, eager to test her new strength. Before joining Lex, though, she took her time circling the globe, indulging in every pleasure Earth had to offer: eating, drinking mostly since she mostly survived on fluids and reveling in her supremacy, she was the strongest on earth except for the Greek gods, and even that was very much in contest.
Back on Mogo, Raven sat on her throne, a vision of decadent power. She traced swirling galaxies in her palm, her eyes closed in contentment. "So, the White Lanterns can handle my astral projection… Even Nabu couldn't. Impressive." She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye.
Her musings were interrupted by a chorus of moans. Starfire was on her knees, deepthroating Raven's cock, drinking down her essence as if it were ambrosia. The sight of Star's perfect, orange body, head bobbing with practiced skill, made Raven groan with pleasure.
Diana and Kyla-el returned from their mission, emerging from a crackling BOOM TUBE. They paused, taking in the erotic scene before their goddess.
"So, how did the mission with Darkseid go?" Raven asked, running her fingers through Starfire's hair.
Diana spoke, her voice steady even as her eyes lingered on Starfire's glistening lips. "As you predicted. He refused to submit, so we subdued his planet and learnt about the boom tube technology. We secured a motherbox and—"
Raven cut her off, voice sharp. "You didn't kill him, did you?"
Kyla-el shook her head. "No, you said he was a necessary existence. But… why?"
Before Raven could answer, a boom tube erupted to life beside the throne. From its depths emerged an alien chair, floating above the stone floor. A mysterious figure reclined upon it, his eyes gleaming with secrets.
"Yes, and how do you know that?" the stranger asked, a smile curling on his lips.
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